[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

TINIEST TWO-SECOND SMILE take a picture maya

[longtempered]

[Why are both of these nerds so bad at being ok with themselves...smh.....

But oh man...oh. That's a lot easier than he was expecting it to be?? For some reason...though his own reciprocating 'woooosh' gesture is decidedly delayed and less enthusiastic, but there was an attempt! All things considered, there could probably be worse first brofists out there. His first ever brofist...

Shizuo pockets his hands once it's all over, but he does look somewhat faintly pleased about this all the same.]

Hah, that'd definitely make it a hell of a lot easier for us to get back to everyone else. Guess we should stick together until then. [It's ok Maya, your GPS skills are still appreciated...even if you'll probably nearly chatter his ear off in the process....but isn't that what any GPS worth its salt does anyway? Yes.

But oh, the rogue waiter mystery returns...Maya's questions earn a blink, and then a shrug.] Uh, not exactly training or anything...guess I did throw a table sometimes back then for stuff like that, though. [And got fired from waitering specifically for that, actually, but you know. Details...Shizuo waves a hand.] Aah, anyway. Looks like you threw all your armor away on the way here...let's go and find some more stuff for you to put on, huh? And then we'll see if we can get back to the others in here. [He turns to the dressing room door, cracking it open.] See if the coast's clear here...and we'll make a break for it from there, I guess.

it's burned into her mind forever

[feytality]

[Listen, Maya's got a Ridiculously Tragic Backstory, what's your excuse, Shizuo]

[Anyway, just the fact that he was willing to participate at all is enough to score him points. He did well. It's not like they won't have plenty of time to practice and perfect this excercise]

Definitely. That way I can protect you if these guys start trying to get their chomp on! [Yes, Maya's definitely the one protecting him... of course...]

[But the enigma deepens. Back then.... just how long has he been a rogue waiter, looking for a new restaurant to call his own? Maya feels a pang of sympathy for this man. Clearly, he was just too hardcore for his last establishment.]

Don't worry! You've got a lot of talents, so I'm sure some place will learn to appreciate you and the effort you've gone through. [He'll find a home restaurant again... she believes in him!!]

[In any case, it isn't the time to reminisce about the restaurants that got away. When he goes to check the door, Maya peers around him to check simultaneously. Seems like the coat is clear, for now...]

Oh... my armour? [She didn't expect him to remember that, let alone want to get her new armour... it's kinda cute, actually]

Don't worry about it. Believe it or not, video game consoles aren't very good at protecting you from zombies. [in all honesty, she thought giving herself an armour might help give her an edge in this zombie crisis, since she's basically a useless noodle and she wants desperately to be able to do something to help. But taping SNESes to her shoulders can't match up to super strength or super speed or any of the other amazing powers everyone except her seems to have. Besides--] Plus, I don't need armour when we're working together, right?