[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.

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[ex_mettacrusher33]

[He doesn't mean to laugh, but it peals out of his mouth regardless. It isn't mean, just...

Surprised.

...this isn't wise. It's not particularly kind, either. But he likes watching Keats get nervous. He likes watching the blush tint his otherwise aloof face. He likes seeing him avert his eyes beneath those too-reflective lenses, pretending not to be interested. He likes seeing him fidget, like someone too shy to even think of the word "prom," none the less invite someone.

It isn't kind. And it isn't fair. But Mettaton leans into him anyway.]

No one's gonna hurt you, no one's gonna dare
Others can desert you,
Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there
Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while
But in time...
Nothing can harm you
Not while I'm around...

[headlining]

[It's...nice. Nicer than it should be. He's lulled for a moment by Mettaton's voice, his eyes lidded behind his glasses. Should he really be enjoying this? The words are very sweet, Mettaton's leaning in to him, and really, he wishes he could prolong the moment somehow. Make it last.]

[But he can't.]

[He shakes his head with a slight sigh.]

Hey, we should...this isn't the time, maybe, uh, later. [He pauses, awkwardly.] I mean, it's very nice, just not when we're in the middle of zombie land...

[ex_mettacrusher33]

[It's... strange. Most of the time, the only adoration Mettaton ever sees is of the fanatic variety. This is. Different. It's quieter. More subtle, yet still plain as day. It brings that burning feeling in his core again, a simple admiration for admiration.

He could get used to seeing that face.]

If you say so. [He reaches up to toy with the other man's hair again, running unfeeling fingers through it. It's not the most impressive color Mettaton's ever seen (Aqua and Olivia still win in that regard), but it's... fitting. A sort of mousy, chestnut brown that matches the deep hazel of his eyes.

...Hm.

Mettaton pulls away and folds his hands behind his back, smiling brightly and innocently.] Another time.

[headlining]

[He just wants to have this moment last forever. To be acknowledge, to be given gestures that say "hey, I notice you too". It's funny, how desperately he wants people to stay out of his business, and yet how badly he wants to be noticed at the same time. Look at him, touch him, acknowledge that he's there, he's real...]

[His expression is soft as Mettaton removes his hands, letting out another sigh as he turns away. Ah, things can't last forever.]

For sure. [A slight "heh".] I'll hold you to that.