[EVENT POST] I FEEL STUPID, AND CONTAGIOUS.

[dishearten]

CHARACTERS: Open to all!
DATE: 3/11-3/12, ICly
WARNINGS: Zombie attacks? Violence? Shopping???
SUMMARY: Lockdown at the mall! Grab your CDs and your soft pretzel, it's about to get bad.

LET'S GO TO THE MALL LOCKDOWN Business has been rough for Woodhurst Shopping Center ever since riots and unrest about the Bristol Virus have shunned most to their homes. Perhaps ill-advisedly, in attempts to draw a few more customers back into the polished halls of the grandest shopping experience Woodhurst has to offer, a weekend of big sales, great bargains, and fun family activities was widely advertised in the Woodhurst Watch. There was even a scheduled public concert, performed by the University Choir. The turnout was smaller than hoped, yet the air was quite optimistic. Shoppers enjoyed the day of activities and fun, and the sense of security was bolstered by the increased security detail. There was even some members of the press on hand to document this return to normality in a troubled time. Everything was going well, until a scene broke out in the food court. Security tried to quietly remove members of the choir that suddenly seemed to snap, plowing into one of the food stands and starting to feed on raw meat. However, a good handful of them escaped instant confinement, and while many of the visitors fled the mall as soon as they could, soon Police Detail arrived and put the entire building on lockdown. Nobody in and nobody out until the situation was resolved. 18:00 TO 23:00 HOURS Anyone unlucky enough to be trapped in the mall is left to their own devices, with very little knowledge to go on. This includes many civilians, as well as a small number of Audentes agents. This also includes a small number of infected, more than just the university choir. There's a voice over the loudspeaker imploring people to hide in stores, barricade doors, and stay put until help arrives. The majority of the infected seem to linger in the Food Court especially. Bad news for anyone trapped and starting to get hungry as the hours pass by, without any obvious assistance from the outside. The members of ALASTAIR have a choice, help protect or just do their best to avoid the infected themselves. Characters can get into the Security Office for a camera feed on what is happening in the mall, and potentially use it as a base of operations to work from. 00:00 TO 02:00 HOURS It becomes apparent that the number of infected in the mall are somehow increasing, despite the lockdown. It means that those that have squirreled away into stores and outlets are growing less and less safe as infected numbers multiply and they begin attacking barricades. To make matters worse, anyone that hasn't found cover will find the infected extremely reactive, and willing to give chase around the mall. The security feed indicates the infected seem to be coming in from the Parking Garage. Investigation will reveal a sewer outlet on the bottom floor. Characters will have to decide whether they should utilize the tunnel as a means of escape, or if sealing it off would ultimately leave the remaining hours of lockdown a little less violent. 04:00 TO 09:00 HOURS It's been an agonizing 12 hours, and with surprisingly little aide from the outside. With time to make preparations and put plans in place, now it's time to end this lockdown once and for all. Audentes is tasked with neutralizing the remaining infected as well as escorting any remaining civilians to safety, by any means they decide on. It is up to Audentes to decide how the end of this event plays out, be it removing or otherwise drawing away the lingering infected, or putting them down once and for all. There are plenty of civilians that have been bitten and attacked, leaving the question in the air as to whether they are infected as well. What should be done with those that could be bringing the virus back to their families? The team is going to have to decide on the answer to that.

Comments

[webdesigned]

( you can't see it, Sans, but he's squinting a little at that joke. yes it doesn't make much sense with the cloak. just wait until Spider-Man realizes he was saved by a magical font skeleton... )

They seem to be coming from the garage, there's an outlet to the sewers there. That's where I've been taking them.

( it's not exactly the best place, but it's better than nothing and it's at least going to protect the people still trapped in the mall. that might be the best they can hope for right about now. )

[skelepun]

[We've all gotta come to terms with the cosmic injustices in life. Font skeletons among them.]

Got a rough estimate on where we are in relation to that? [He's already walking, sizing up just how many people are encased within the bones.] Off the top of your head?

[webdesigned]

( damn don't call him out like this normal people don't have distances catalogued in their head!! )

Two and a half blocks from here, off the south side?

( let's just pretend that he knows that because he flies through the skies so often he's a good judge of distance, not even Peter wants to be that much of a nerd. ) Wait, why? ( don't ask questions you don't want answers to, Spider-Man. especially magical answers... )

[skelepun]

[well EXCUSE HIM spincess.]

I can work with that.

[In the first moment, Sans lets the bone wall surrounding the zombies disappear, leaving only crumbled floor tile behind. In the next, everything goes black. There's no real warning, aside from the brief sensation of falling.

But it is brief, and in the next moment Peter would see... the southside. Not exactly beside the garage, but about what his vague estimate could afford. As if an afterthought, Sans erects another wall around the disoriented infected. A few beads of sweat start at his forehead.]

Whaddya know, guess it was closer than we thought.

[webdesigned]

( you'd really think he'd be accustomed to unusual methods of travel, considering everything. honestly is teleporting even that weird compared to flinging himself through the sky with only a whisper of webbing to support him?

actually, no, it really kind of is. he blinks and even his enhanced senses don't have time to react or give him any warning, though they blare like car alarms after it's already too late, and the spider stumbles on nothing as his body tries to react to the impossibility of what just happened. )

I— what? ( absolute coherence personified, tbh. ) How... How did you do that?

( he's a smart kid. he can recite physics equations without batting an eyelash. still, he can't quite wrap his head around being one place and then being another; even after his time in ALASTAIR, that's a bit too much for him to just quietly accept. )

[skelepun]

[For Sans' part, the adjustment is nil. He steps into the new location as if walking through an open door, hands still shuffled in his pockets. Peter's surprise isn't enough to throw his relaxed demeanor, though there's a glint to his grin that says he just might be enjoying it a little.

A look of surprise on someone's face was always worth celebrating, after all.]

Know much about quantum mechanics, kid? [He gestures to the parking garage entrance, as if for confirmation that they were in the right spot.]

[webdesigned]

( does he know much about quantum mechanics? don't even go there, of course he does, yet living it? that's a whole different ballgame. theoretics will never be the same as actually living it, and back in his universe, quantum physics did not super include teleportation. )

I must have skipped that lecture, ( he muses, pressing a hand to his stomach like he's mildly worried that he might have left it in the mall. he does turn to look at the garage, bemused and slightly alarmed yet unable to deny his curiosity at the possibility of someone explaining their ridiculous abilities scientifically for once. )

Maybe you can fill me in sometime. ( he genuinely means that; in the meantime, their focus has to be on something else. ) Let's get these guys somewhere a little safer. ( you don't have to do all the work, Sans... Spider-Man is good for some heavy lifting, at the very least. )

[skelepun]

Not much of a lecturer. [It's not without a note of irony, but Sans moves past it quickly enough. He might actually enjoy it, that process, teaching someone, talking about theories and thoughts that he hasn't dedicated time to in ages. Long enough that those corners of his skull had cobwebs over them.

Spiders dug webs though, didn't they.]

You lead the way, kid, I'll give you some ground support.

[That's one way to put it, anyway.]

wrap here ?

[webdesigned]

( omg sans let him live that's so many subtext spider puns

speaking of spiders, he stoops to pick up two of the infected, one on each shoulder. he doesn't seem to be bothered by their weight, frankly he could probably carry more, he just doesn't want to risk hurting them by carrying too many at once. )

Yeah, okay. I think we wanna go this way.

( based less on knowing the layout of the garage and more the spider senses telling him to head in the quietest direction. between the two of them, they can probably manage to get the crowd to a fairly safe place. fairly, being the operative word. )