[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

[wyvil]

[Wylan pinks, slightly flustered, showing just how easy of a target he is. It's a good thing Giorno's being kind.]

Oh. Right. Thank you.

[He shakes his head after a moment. Why is he thanking him? He just doesn't know. The news of people openly using their powers is encouraging. Jesper isn't yet, but Wylan hopes some day he will be, that he'll be able to use this to encourage Jesper to embrace his abilities. Not that this is the time for that either.]

Worrying's natural. I have my bombs, but I doubt everyone is that prepared.

[digiorno]

[Ah. Well, now that Wylan's shown throat, it probably won't last. There's a glint in Giorno's eye that says he's taking careful note.]

You're very welcome.

[rip]

Certainly not the civilians. [A beat.] You've got a free pass to ask, you know. About mine. If you want. You seem like you're curious and sitting on your curiosity, which is a good way to learn nothing.

[wyvil]

[RIP, is right. Wylan looks even more embarrassed, ducking his head sheepishly. He hadn't meant to be so obvious in his curiosity.]

You don't mind talking about them?

[As far as first conversations go, it's a personal one. Wylan would understand if Giorno would rather not discuss them, especially with someone who's only a little more than a stranger.]

[digiorno]

Not really. At least not in broad strokes.

[There are some secrets he's going to keep. But then again, there are some things he's happy to share. The flashy things, the things that all of Audentes already knows.]

[Maybe he just likes to show off, okay.]

Besides. If you were going to hurt me, you already would have. Hm? With your bag of bombs. So I'll give you a little benefit of the doubt.

[wyvil]

[Wylan is way too familiar with people who like to show off, even if that often doesn't extend to powers and those sort of special abilities back home. He's glad that Giorno's inclination to show off and his curiosity are aligned.]

You're right. I'm not going to hurt you, and I'm curious about your powers.

[digiorno]

All right then. Where would you like to start?

With the things that help? [He spreads one hand out to one side, palm up towards the ceiling.] Or, [and he spreads the other one,] the things that hurt?

[Because that's not weird.]

[wyvil]

[It's a little weird. And more than a little ominous. Luckily, Wylan is used to both, being friends with Kaz and the rest of the Dregs. He's pretty familiar with weird and ominous.]

Let's start with the things that help.

[That doesn't mean he won't go with the safest option.]

[digiorno]

All right, then. Most of what I can do is helpful, if I'm being honest. I'm not a natural combatant.

[He's still good at it, though. Can still kill any motherfucker dead.]

Let's see. I'm sure you've acquired a couple of cuts and scrapes today, yes? Hm.

[Without warning--because he's rude--he presses the palm of his hand to Wylan's forehead. There's a faint gold glow for a moment, and then Wylan will feel it: aches fading, scrapes healing, scratches closing. It'd be more dramatic if there was a broken bone or something, but thankfully the infected haven't been too aggressive towards poor Wylan just yet.]

[After not very long at all, he pulls his hand away.]

How's that?

[wyvil]

[Wylan can't help but flinch, taking a step backward when an almost stranger presses a hand against his face. It's more than a little disconcerting. But the effect is obvious, as the small injuries Wylan's accumulated throughout the day begin to heal. He stands frozen in place, eyes wide and a small smile growing on his face.]

Very helpful.