[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

[longtempered]

Right, guess that makes sense... [Kind of a vague answer, really, but he'll take it for the meantime. The biggest problem Shizuo's run into so far is keeping the infected from not--going all over the place, for awhile, so this really is a nice bit of help to run into. Figuring out what to do with them before the bones give out is another story, probably, but...

Well, surely he and this guy could figure out something by then. And if he has to knock out each one of them individually Shizuo is prepared to do that too, now that they're all in one place. For now...] But yeah, that's right. There's a bunch of people set up in a vhs shop over there. Got the door blockaded but then these guys tried to drop by... [Shizuo sighs, rubbing the back of his head.] Should go back and check up on them, probably...hey, you want a freeze pop? Or do you need to stay right here to keep all these bones working? Could bring one back here for you, if that's the case.

[skelepun]

[Sans' leans back on his heels, his grin taking a turn for the pleasantly surprised. It looks the same as most of his grins, sure, but get to know him a little better and the distinction is clear.]

A freeze pop? Well ain't you sweet. [He eyes up the bones, then eyes up Shizous offer.] ... You wanna just bring 'em with us?

[longtempered]

["Sweet"....no??? The last time a near-stranger ever referred to him like that was when he was like, eight, and that was by a hapless teacher who had yet to witness him throwing his desk through a door the next day--so Sans' remark earns a decidedly quizzical look from Shizuo. Offering a freeze pop just seems like a perfectly acceptable form of repayment...Shizuo had figured he might as well, since there's a few left back at the shop.

But the proposal that Sans eventually offers in turn is...not what he was expecting. Or had even considered, really. Shizuo blinks, eyeing the bones himself before peering back down at Sans.]

...I mean, I guess that'd be one way to sort it out. You can do that? [Honestly he's imagining Sans just...very slowly moving the bones down the hall in continued pen formation....literally herding infected along. Which--would be weird. ...But honestly, why not?]

[skelepun]

[If Sans were privy to the whys behind Shizou's expression, he might've offered some reassurance (Don't worry, nerd. It's a dessert joke). Instead, he shrugs, offering very little explanation whatsoever.]

I mean, probably. [Another shrug, equal parts ambivalent and ambiguous.] Only one way to find out, right?

[What happens next is a sudden floatiness. Less like they were being raised up, more as if the floor itself fell. It's an impossibly short period of time to fall, but still enough of a drop to leave those unprepared for it shaken and rattled.

Let alone the fact that they're now somewhere else entirely.]

[longtempered]

[He's so bad at puns, honestly...don't look at him Sans.....but anyway--

Shizuo is just about to agree that sure, there probably really is only one way to find out. He's curious as to how exactly this guy plans to pull it off, after all. --But this curiosity ends up being answered...a lot faster than expected.

So fast that he's barely blinked before the falling sensation hits and then--they're someplace else.

The vertigo and disorientation kind of hit simultaneously; Shizuo, highly unaccustomed to the finer points of instant teleportation, stumbles like he's still falling even as they do arrive back on perfectly solid ground, to the point that he ends up grabbing the nearest supportive surface. Which would be Sans's shoulder, apparently.]

What the-- [????? oh wow. Oh man. Shizuo cuts himself short as he regains his bearings enough to realize he'd just grabbed the stranger in question, at least, straightening and letting go very quickly.] --Shit, sorry. [...Looking around now....] ...Damn. This is what you meant?!