[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

[unholey]

[This is why you can't trust white-haired anime boys, Maya. They always betray you in the end.]

[His goal accomplished, in a ... somewhat odd moment of neatness, Fugo sets the chair back in place at a table. Look, it's crowded, no one here needs to trip over a discarded bludgeoning tool. He shoots Maya a confused look.]

There's nothing we can do for him. Leave him. [It's ... a pretty cold-hearted statement. Given that the infected don't really care who they eat. A guy knocked out cold on the ground isn't going to last long like this.] Even if we could probably carry him off, which I don't think we can, we don't have anything to restrain him with or a place to keep him in.

[feytality]

[It's true.... Fugo can't be trusted with a fair maiden's heart and stomach (the same thing, in this case), even if he can apparently be trusted with reducing clutter on the zombie warpath.]

But what if he bleeds out? Or--- you're not supposed to lie down when you have a concussion, right?

[Logically, she knows Fugo's right, if they brought him along he'd be nothing but a liability to them, but even if he technically just tried to eat her, Maya can't help feeling concerned for this complete (and cannibalistic) stranger because she's Maya and she's a dumbass]

[It does occur to her that the other infected might want a piece of this guy, too]

C-Can we hide him, really quickly? Or.... I don't know.

[unholey]

[Dismissively:] Scalp wounds always look a lot worse than they usually are.

[They bleed a lot, but skulls are tough! Still. Fugo sighs and then turns, planting his hands on his hips, eyeballing their surroundings.]

Look, there's a sunglasses stand over there. If we drag him over, we can dump him over the counter. He'll at least be out of their line of sight. But if we can't move him, we're leaving him.

[feytality]

[Maya side-eyes him at that..... how exactly does he know that] Do you get hit on the head a lot, or something?

[or is he some kinda thug]

[but she agrees to his terms, and nods, and grabs the guy's feet]

R-Right... okay! Let's do that, then keep moving.

[unholey]

[He's. Some kind of thug, alright.

Fugo bends down and hooks his arms underneath the guy's armpits. He's ... totally going to regret this, isn't he.]

Okay, on three. One-- two-- three! [Oh, yeah. He already regrets this. Unconscious bodies are heavy. Time to scurry backwards towards the sunglasses stand...]

[feytality]

[The thug lyfe chose him]

And--- gotcha!

[She hefts with him, but frankly, it's going to be Fugo doing most of the work here. Maya and her little stick arms don't count for much when hefting around a full-sized guy]

Oooh, you really need to lay off the people burgers, 90s guy.....

[don't fatshame the unconscious zombo, Maya]

[unholey]

[Fugo's equal stick-arms really aren't doing much better here, but... he at least has... stubbornness... going for him??]

I think-- [OOF] regular burgers ... were probably more of a problem here.

[feytality]

[Fugo aren't you in the mafia why is your punk ass so weak]

I dunno, he looks like he went to town on some people already...

[Hopefully their combined determination and pluck will accomplish this]

[unholey]

[Alas. Not every boy can be Guido Mista. Fugo is but a temperamental accountant.]

The stomach can only expand to hold at most three to four liters. This guy was heavy before he lost his mind and started eating people.

[Luckily for the two of them, where there's a will there's a way. They make it to the sunglasses stand with little fuss, since everyone gives them a wide berth. Fugo gives one last heave, awkwardly propping the guy up in a sweated position.]

Ugh, there.

[feytality]

[Maybe he should spend less time being a nerd on the computer and more time working on his muscles?? smh]

[Despite the exertion (and it's a lot, Maya is a complete weenie), Maya gives a pretty pleased whoop when they manage it, apparently forgetting the situation they're in and the fact that this detour was her fault in the first place]

We did it! We're awesome! [more like Fugo did everything....] Now let's ditch this place before more zombies try to take a bite out of us!

[unholey]

[LET HIM LIVE HIS NERD LIFE, NOT EVERY JOJO NEEDS TO BE A BEEFCAKE... COME ON...]

Yeah, yeah, we're awesome... [He's not quite wheezing but, boy. If the rest of the evening is going to be running around like this... oof. Fugo pushes the hair out of his eyes.] They're not zombies, you know. These people are alive-- zombies are undead.

[... but, yeah, he's got no complaints about booking it. Heck this food court, he's outta here like he's out of out of the mission to kill the Boss.]

[feytality]

[they all look like they're 30 y/o beefcakes so yes they do, thanks!!!!]

[She rolls her eyes at the nitpicking, that's exactly the kind of thing Nick would say in this situation] They're shambling around for our brains and we're stuck in a mall! These are staples of the genre, yanno!

[But takes off with him regardless. She's looking around for cover, but he'll probably be more useful in forming an actual strategy]

...

Thanks, by the way.

[For before. She sounds sincere]