[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

[prodigism]

[ Arima's word kinda fall flat because honestly? He would have killed most of the infected by now if given the order to do so. He's trying to act and be different from what he was born and created to be, a weapon, but the going is rough for sure. ]

We'll just have to see what happens. [ It's all he says for a time before the finally get to the place where the other infected are locked up. It's hard to imagine that they were once normal people with families and dreams. ]

Once we're done here I'm going to look for more survivors. If you wish to come that's fine with me.

[ofobedience]

[A point of commonality between them, then, both weapons with a bonedeep expectation of destruction, trying to follow orders - or, at least, requests - that don't fit with their view of the world. Giovanni would merrily kill them all without qualms if it weren't for the expectations of others among their number, newly taken on board.

But here they are, dragging the unconscious bodies of the wounded infected along with them, sparing rather than ending. It's a strange thing.

Giovanni nods, and then when the offer comes he thinks it over for only a moment before expressing his acquiescence.]

Why not? I'd only be doing the same. And if we're going to end up lugging infected around the place, it's a little easier with two sets of hands.

[prodigism]

[ It's certainly strange enough that he has a hard time remembering not to just kill everything that's very reminiscent of ghouls, especially with this mission and all the memories and things it brings up for him. In someways not killing them is a closer achievement towards his own redemption for back home. But he knows that he doesn't deserve it, doesn't really feel like he should have it, and yet he's still trying to make amends in small ways. This happens to be one of said ways that he hopes he can help, rather than hurt. ]

That's very true. Alright then. We can probably get to more survivors with our skills combined anyway.

[ofobedience]

[Then here they both are, unlikely protectors of the civilians, unexpected saviors of the infected who may have otherwise died at their hands. Giovanni nods, flashes a sharp-edged smile.]

What fun.

[His voice is wry, and yet it's clear enough that he's willing to play this game.]