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[EVENT POST] I FEEL STUPID, AND CONTAGIOUS.

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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FOODCOURT FRENZY. LOCKDOWN.

( considering the state of Woodhurst, they should have been expecting something to go wrong. it had almost been a flash of normality, people milling around the halls and enjoying the festivities — even the man without a heart had managed to notice the positive air in the atmosphere, and it had all collapsed so quickly.

he was in the foodcourt to pick up a snack for Emma before they left (she'd been oddly insistent on having a cinnabon and a pretzel, so he was waiting for one while she wandered off to collect the other) when madness breaks out. he can't tell exactly what the cause is but he is certainly present to see the mall security fall apart, and a group of individuals dressed smartly in black-and-white rush away from the scene, causing more damage as they go if they can at all manage it.

using the badge he's still wearing, he manages to collect a small crowd of civilians, and the panic is rising — they're locking the doors, why won't they let us out? — and while he has a few listening to him, he can't keep the crowd pacified without a solution forever. )

You— ( yes, you, he recognizes you as more than just a civilian lost in the mall. ) We've got to get these people somewhere safe. Any ideas?

WITH THE LIGHTS OUT, IT'S LESS DANGEROUS.

( with his civilians safely squirreled away, for now, he moves on to trying to find a few answers. it seems their report is true, the mall is locked from the inside, and he can't seem to find anyway to open the incredibly heavy security gates. the only way might be in the security office, which explains why it is his next objective.

he's armed with little, just a bat he lifted from a sporting goods store. so far the halls are achingly empty, but there's no telling what is behind every corner. he keeps his bat in hand, though luckily, the first person he comes across doesn't seem to be infected. he breathes out, not quite relieved, but his posture softens slightly. ) Are you all right? ( things have gotten bad, and fast.... it seems fair to ask. )

NETWORK OPTION. OTA.
TEXT. | UN: huntsman

( it's an hour or so after lockdown, and Graham has been rather busy until now. he still is, frankly, but he'll pause for a moment to let the team know the situation at hand. )

there's a situation at the shopping center. infected attack, a great number of us are locked inside. we need to figure out if there's another way out of this place, the numbers of infected are higher than I've seen since we arrived here.

if you're trapped in the mall and have any means to help me get into the security office, speak up. I think the cameras could help us. even if you can't, we'd be better off knowing how many of us are here in the lockdown.

focus on the civilians for now. there's so many of them, and a great deal injured. if you can help with that, or have an idea of the best place to send injured, please speak up.

( last, but not least... )

Emma, check in as soon as you can. ( PERSONAL SHOUT OUTS DON'T MEAN A DAMN THING. NOBODY CAN ASK. )

WILDCARD.

HIT IT! I'm game for anything.

Lockdown:

[Sakura had only meant to be here for maybe an hour at the most in exploring the sales and seeing what she could grab that might be useful in general or for the infected at the school in quarantine.

However, it seems the virus has other plans. That there's still infected even with the recruits attempts to quarantine those willing, those who knew they were sick. Sakura immediately scrambles to try help herd some civilians to safety out of the food court, calling to everyone to leave, to stay calm.]

18.00 to 23.00 hours:

[She's starting to get hungry. Her stomach betraying her as it growls in protest of her not having eaten in hours by now. Normally she'd have had dinner, a snack after getting home from school or cheerleading back home. But not today.

But it's obvious she isn't the only one hungry. And that's why she tells the civilians to stay put in the store while she went to find something to eat, telling them she would be alright. Even against their protests and attempts to tell her to stay with them, that she's just a kid herself. The infected probably wouldn't necessarily notice if she used the Cards carefully, right? Out of sight of the cameras? If she needs to, to get around to at least find a chocolate bar or something for the younger kids cooped up in the stores. She can create water with Watery to keep them going, but they still need food.

Help her, ask what she is doing in deliberately disobeying orders to stay put in the stores where she's safer.]

00.00 - 02.00 Hours:

[It isn't that Sakura isn't used to some late nights, with sneaking out at random hours in order to find the Clow Cards back home and all. But at this point she is starting to feel tired, even with the increased danger, only the adrenaline and threat of the infected keeping her from falling asleep as she tries to keep a group of civilians safe.

If asked, she'd say she might prefer to seal off the tunnel as a means to reduce the number of infected.]

04.00 to 09.00 Hours:

[Sakura would be more for drawing away the infected and preferably not outright killing them in the hope of finding a cure and helping them get back to themselves. But that doesn't mean she won't help.

She will utilize the Cards in subtle ways, using Shield to help defend other recruits and civilians where necessary, or using Windy to restrain the infected, or in general helping out however others might need her to step in.]

ᴀ. ᴡᴇɴᴅʏ'ꜱ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴄᴀʀꜱ

[go to mall, she said. it'll be a fun distraction + intelligence and supply gathering mission, she said. well, look what happened.

when the first attack happens, she's in a boutique not far from the food court and hears the sounds of panic almost immediately.] Don't they have any sense of timing?

[she stamps her foot, agitated that her attempt to distract herself everything has been so callously yanked apart and tosses away the scarf she was trying on, pausing only to yank a metal rod from one of the clothing racks.] I'm borrowing this. [she calls out to the harried sales clerk, already looking panicked and confused, as the rack collapses in on itself.

it's fine. that woman has way more to worry about than wrinkled stock.]

ʙ. ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴊᴜᴠᴇɴɪʟᴇ ᴅᴇʟɪɴQᴜᴇɴᴛ ᴡʀᴇᴄᴋꜱ

[Peridot has taken over an abandoned Radio Shack and is currently using it to hobble together weaponry and tech from whatever they have lying around on top of rods from clothing racks she's stolen from adjacent stores. If being on Earth has taught her anything, it's that she can hobble together a lot of complex machinery with just what she has lying around.

Her masterpiece is a toy truck with a BB pistol wired into it that she can send out as a sort of roving drone to drive infected into corners so they can be subdued or locked into empty stores. As far as anyone knows, she's using the remote control to control everything, but... really she sacrificed the motor functions of the remote to change the BB gun's direction and fire. The truck is controlled by her metal powers.]

ᴄ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ

[Since the knowledge of the infected piling in from the parking garage filters to her, Peridot knows what she has to do. She loads up on supplies, finds a pair of sunglasses to make herself look more intimidating (it works for Garnet), straps a pair of clothing rods to her backpack and strolls out into the mall. You can almost hear the grunge cover of a classic 80's song playing in the background as she moves seamlessly through the chaos.

Dramatic walking through the chaos scenes are awesome, but easily disrupted as she's clipped from the side by an angry infected person and she's forced to whip out one of her rods and smack him hard in the knee.] You're ruining the moment.

[She huffs and takes stock of the chaos for a moment. Fine. She'll be a hero.] Everyone! Lure the infected into that store. [she points to an empty store that apparently sells calendars. No one is in there. Because why would they be. It's March.] I have an idea.

ᴅ. ᴡᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏᴛ ɪꜰ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇᴠᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ

[The parking garage. A veritable minefield of metal parts that she can play with to her liking. Those infected never stood a chance. She's currently standing behind a pillar, observing the situation and trying to see where any lagging infected might be coming from. She's also picked up some hapless Audentes member to help assist her.]

This isn't open to debate. We already know the sewers are full of infected- by sealing it off, we won't be overrun! And if we send civilians down there, we risk them running into more infected or even worse... [she spits the next word:] Percy.

Edited 2017-03-12 01:27 (UTC)

0:00 - 2:00

[ The situation was dire at best but Arima seems to keep a level head throughout all of it regardless. He knows how these infected work so he's trying to keep them off any nearby civilians. With his eyesight returned he seems neigh impossible to hit or even scratch as he weaves in and out of the crowds of infected with his weapon slicing and singing through the air. He tries to keep his attacks nonlethal, and while he does have skill he can't be everywhere at once. At least he has a remote activated trap set nearby ready to go in case anything should go sour. ]

Keep the civilians inside and try to funnel the infected through narrow doorways. It'll be easier to take them down that way.

[ Is what he'll say to anyone nearby helping in the efforts here. ]

4:00-9:00

[ Unfortunately he's not as gentle as he was before and someone might happen across him cleanly slicing his quinque through a group of infected that surrounded a crying child. He doesn't look happy about and the child will get up, a frightened expression on their face, as they run away from their savior. The frown in his expression is deep as he lets out a muted sigh.

There's only so many people he can save and hope that a cure is made. Hopefully the infected they're tying up and keeping here will actually get returned to their families at some point. ]

wildcard

[ Hit me up for any shenanigans you'd like to do! ]

[ by the time Emma has gotten some of the injured civilians to a reasonably secure location inside the mall, she realizes it's been over an hour since she and Graham were separated. it's a relief to get a response from him on the network, yet she feels guilty for being the reason they were separated in the first place. ]

Graham, tell me you're okay.

[ first thing's first, then they need to get a look at the cameras. ]

I found first-aid kits in the sporting goods store on the second floor. I slid what I could under some doors around here to manage the injured, but they need more than that.

[ in theory, those roll-up doors are good at keeping the infected out, but that's not what's happening here. people who've been bitten are going into hiding, too.]

[ Sakura isn't the only one who's starving. the smell has been getting to Emma for a while now, but every time she ventures near the food court she finds someone more in need of help than anyone is of food. she's thought about filling the backpack she's carrying (stolen from a store upstairs to help her carry makeshift weapons and a first-aid kit), but she doesn't get that far before she hears the shuffle of smaller footsteps closer than she expected.

she follows that sound as quickly and quietly, bracing herself for what she might find. in her mind it'll be another one of the infected, which is why she heaves a sigh of near relief when she catches sight of the child ducking out of view of the cameras.]

Sakura!

[ it's a whisper, but a worried one. she has the protection of the information desk to shield her from open view, but Sakura is getting too close to an area that's overrun by the infected.

this is literally the opposite of what Graham suggested, kid.]

What the hell -

[ Emma can't pretend she's not exhausted by all of this, but there's a flash of anger in her eyes as the child rushes away, almost as terrified of Arima as they were of the infected. She'd get the child to safety if they weren't going for an area she's certain is secure, and while Emma has a few of the infected to fight off too, she's found her own method is to hit them until they stay down, and then to secure them from there.

She hasn't had to put anyone down yet, she's careful. Drained and a little disoriented, but that's from how long this has gone on.]

They're still people.

Edited 2017-03-12 22:25 (UTC)

[ With the security cameras still running, she doesn't risk summoning her Keyblade to test on any of the locks. But she keeps her spells on standby, an invisible thrum of magic through her fingertips and across the lacrosse stick she'd also hoisted from the same store. (Must have just missed Graham.)

Indeed, a short while passes before she stumbles across the similarly-armed recruit, and a mirroring, quiet huff of tension passes through her. ]

I'm fine, thank you. [ If he checks he'll notice no visible signs of injury on her, and she gives him a quick survey as well. (She can patch up any physical damage he might have incurred in the chaos at the Food Court.) ] ...And yourself?

[ Aqua's using magic incognito as well—invisible Barriers to separate the infected from the uninfected, silent sleeping spells to sedate their biological systems. It isn't easy work as she's trying not to inflict more bodily harm than she must, and more often than not she finds herself being grappled by pale arms, far too close to bared and bloodied teeth for comfort.

She just so manages to slip away from a particularly persistent group of infected, and quickly presses herself behind shelter to gather her breath before they follow. Across from her she spies another spellcaster in the vicinity... (Sakura's approach is certainly subtle enough, but as a trained mage she can still feel the traces of magic in the air.)

She immediately moves to join her, quietly decommissioning the small handful of hostiles tailing her before she addresses Sakura: ]

How are you doing...? [ (She's talented, though still young, and Aqua isn't sure how her stamina might be faring...) ]

I'm fine.

( this isn't his first run with frightened crowds and it isn't even his first brush with late stage infected. "fine" doesn't really promise a lot, yet he's clearly well enough to respond. )

are there any more first aid kits? I left a few wounded with not enough supplies to go around.

( he's got a bump by an eyebrow, but otherwise he doesn't seem much worse for the wear. it might be that he just isn't showing any signs of any injuries he might have — that tends to happen when you're heartless. he even stops to genuinely evaluate her question, because it's not so easy as simply feeling where he's sore. he has to think through everything that's happened and try to guess if he was damaged during. obviously, that's a bit more time consuming than simply feeling a pain. )

I think so. ( if he's not, well, he'll likely figure it out sooner or later. it's a bit rare to see civilians roaming the halls, so he has to assume the girl isn't one. that might be a leap of an assumption, but he'll tread carefully until he's sure. )

I'm looking for the security office. Have you seen any signs? There might be a way to get the barricades open if we can find it.

( usually, Graham would be happy to see Sakura. right about now, though, he'd like her to be anywhere but where she is. he can't fathom how she always finds herself in the worst of the danger. it's quite lucky he has no heart, or it would have stopped beating all over again from the stress.

she's herding people towards safety, and he's not exactly far from doing the same, yet even as he waves a group into a bookstore with a sturdy looking set of metal gates, he catches Sakura's hand to draw her attention. )

What are you doing here? ( heartless or not, there's obvious fear in his voice. Master of the Clow or not, magical or not, he is afraid to see her in this madness. )

Percy? ( it takes a bit of churning in that pretty irish head to recollect where he's heard that name. it's made a bit easier from the fact he heard it from Peridot herself. ) You mean, from that camp?

( what?? why would they run into this Percy lad, wasn't he fictional? Graham forces himself to shake it off — sometimes, he finds there is simply no understanding Peridot. and it probably is more important to focus on the task at hand. )

I don't disagree. If need be, we'll have to find a new way out. What can I do? ( he's not the one with metal powers, after all. he's here to help her, not the other way around. )

Try to stay that way.

[ or she will actually scold him whenever all of this is over. as if any of this chaos ever actually ends. ]

I can go back for more.

I intend to, Emma. I promise.

where is it? I can meet you there.

( because believe or not, she's not the only one worried here. he'd like to know she's all right, with his own eyes, and not from a short message. )

[She's not the most thrilled or relieved in spite of herself at seeing him here either, if only because he's in danger here too. But he's the Huntsman, and he does all of what he does without magic. So if anyone could get through this, it'd be him, right?

Sakura pauses in ushering some of the civilians to safety when she feels his hand at hers. Sees that worried look, hears that fear, so rare she would have almost thought nothing could scare Graham. It makes her own heart seem to sink, even as she swallows, voice quiet in answer.]

The sale. I thought I might find something useful, for Reika-san or Julius-san, or...the people who were sick.

[The sale seems so trivial, so meaningless now against their safety as a result of this. But, well. Nothing for it now but to make the most of this and deal as best they could.]

a) 18:00 TO 23:00 HOURS

You really couldn't let me have this, could you?

[It's said to both the sky and no one, but with all the personal disappointment of losing a bet against a cherished friend. Mettaton was trying to enjoy himself. This last month has been an absolutely NIGHTMARE and it's barely two weeks in. He JUST wanted to shop. He wanted to have a good time with a sweet friend and now here he was, trapped in a mall after having just purchased a beautiful, shiny electric keyboard for people who are not him. Doesn't he deserve a rest? Doesn't he deserve something NICE for FIVE MINUTES?

He shuffles the box of his newly purchased keyboard under his arm as one of the cashiers scurries toward the door. She sticks her head out of the store's entrance, panicked and calling for her co-worker to close the shutters. It's happening, she wails.

While she's distracting the other employee, Mettaton turns toward a nearby display shelf and pilfers a small, handheld item. It's a black electric shaver, but, if no one looks carefully, it should look close enough to a taser.

He sighs and runs a charge through it as he stomps his way back into the main hall. The employees shriek for him to come back inside, but no. He's tired. He wanted to have a nice day. He just wanted to have a good time.

He's electrocuting the first person he sees attacking someone else.]

b) 00:00 TO 02:00 HOURS

[Sure. Wonderful. Okay. Just get worse, night. It's not like he did this as a vacation from the horrors that is this mission!! That's FINE! He can have his vacation AROUND the horrors.

He's located the bookstore. After he shocked any infected lingering inside and shunting them into the (empty, HE LOOKED, THANK YOU) employee's lounge, the civilians took to huddling themselves into a corner and barricaded themselves in with bookcases and kiosks. Mettaton, on the other hand, has returned to peer at the bright, colorful selection of diaries.

He's taking them. He's taking like. 30 goddamn diaries. He's grabbing them and throwing them into his storage, which looks strangely like putting them into a backpack that doesn't exist. This is his payment now.

When he feels eyes on him, he turns toward the offender and stares. His smile would be withered if he wasn't so good at acting.]

Cheaper than therapy, am I right?

[Oh hell yes, gel pens.]

c) 04:00 TO 09:00 HOURS

[When you've lived your entire life in a place with no natural sunlight, your internal clock becomes a finely tuned machine (haha). It must be morning, by now.

Mettaton hasn't left the bookstore. He's been playing guard for hours now, letting the poor mall-goers trapped inside with him rest. Most of them are still huddled together, crying.

It's a little girl that's been sobbing the most. Bright, brown eyes and hair full of tight, black curls. She was separated from her mother during the initial panic and ran off to the last place she saw her: here. Either the woman didn't make it back herself, or she's one of the few locked away in the back room, moaning and clawing at the door. The girl's curled up in his arms now, face buried into his chest, as he sits on the floor and leans against a corner wall. His "taser" is still in easy reach, but after spending the entire night protecting the humans here...

His charge is running out. It's not as if he can just plug himself in in plain view. It's all he can do to keep his head up and keep singing.]

Mother isn't here now
Who knows what she'd say?
Nothing's quite so clear now
Feel you've lost your way...
You are not alone
No one is alone
Believe me...

[It's soft, but it's drowning out the noises from outside and that seems to be appreciated. Hopefully karma decides this is enough to keep someone from breaking through the shutters.

He doubts he has the energy to stop them if they do.]

[It's more for the others that Sakura finally ventured out to find some food, than sating her own hunger. Still, she tenses, glancing and turning her head towards Emma's voice when she hears her name. It must be one of the other recruits, right? Shre recognizes the voice and immediately clicks.]

Emma?

[It's probably not so surprising that she's not the only one out looking for food. But it's true, she is closer to the area the infected have kind of taken over as their own. More out in the open in comparison to Emma.]

I was looking for food....

[She whispers back in explanation, thinking of the other younger children also stuck here.]

18:00 to 23:00 hours (closed to undyne)

[Even before falling through the rift that left him here, Sans hadn't gotten the chance to shop in some time. The Ruins didn't have much by way of stores, unless you counted the cobwebs that littered the place. It was a simple life, and that held plenty of appeal when you were waiting out the end of time.

Here, in Woodhurst, the feeling was similar. Of course, present circumstances meant that shopping was the mundane diversion he craved. No infected looking to grab a few bites, no boarded up storefronts, no labs of half synthesized blood. Just a few coupons and a mediocre band. Sans could roll with this.

Until reality crashed back through the simplicity, asserting its presence. It loved doing that.

As the quarantine order is handed down, Sans' first instinct is obvious. He turns to Undyne, his partner in foiled mundanity, raising a brow bone.]

So. This sounds fun and all, but I know a shortcut back to our place if you're done taking in the sights.

00:00 to 02:00 hours (ota!)

[Being separated from the few people in this whole town he knew beyond a single conversation or a few scattered lines in a company profile was enough to put a guy on edge. Leaving wasn't really an option until he found Undyne and the others, tempting though it might've been. Transporting everyone out wasn't much of a choice, either. He had a knack for shortcuts, sure, but there were a lot of people here. Not to mention, a lot of Bristol's buddies.

Leave off a decimal point in his mental calculations and suddenly some cute teenager is bisected with a third stage infected. Nah. Way too risky.

So here he was, peering down at the main thoroughfare from one of the mall's overhead light fixtures. The chandelier was large and sturdy under his weight. Both big pluses, but the vantage point was his favorite. No infected could even attempt to reach him (not that they'd want to; he was lacking in the flesh department), and Sans had a clear view of the whole mall floor.]

C'mon... [He mutters, to no one, struggling to keep his sockets open and alert enough to watch for his friends. It's the telltale sound of running and the scrape of a pursuing infected that jerks his attention first, teleporting quickly to the other end of the large fixture to get his eyelights on the action.]

Gotta be kiddin' me.

[Not just one zombie, no, this person was followed by a horde. Maybe it was intentional, meant to lure them away from a more vulnerable group, but the net result was the same -- the runner was in trouble, and the infected were gaining. Sans sighs again, wishing more than anything he was asleep. It was way past his bedtime.

Instead, he raises a hand, squinting down and waiting for the right moment...]

Don't move! [Sans shouts from above, in what had to be the briefest warning known to man. In the next moment, a field of glowing blue bones crash up through the floor, boxing in the horde of infected into a tidy pen. Some of the more active ones are skewered, though not enough to inflict much damage. Containment, that's about all he could hope for.

Of course, his aim wasn't perfect. If the runner doesn't heed his warning to stay still, they're in for a painful stinging sensation whenever a moving appendage so much as grazes one of the bones. If they do stay still, they'll find the bones are completely harmless.

Unless a civilian saw them, anyway. That could get hairy. Too bad Sans isn't all that concerned with discretion.]

All good down there? [Sans has to yell to be heard from the ceiling, voice creaking and unused to speaking above a low rumble. The bones near the runner fall away into magical nothing, though the makeshift pen remains static. If they locate the source of the voice (and, presumably, the bones), they'll see a squat little human hanging from a chandelier.]

Thought I'd give you a leg up.

[Get it? Because the bones he summoned were largely femurs. Trust him, that would kill with a skeleton audience.]

04:00 to 09:00 hours (ota!)

[Sans could've really used his eight hours. Stressed and exhausted, he stands among a group of strangers (Audentes, sure, but still strangers) while they debate the path they should take. Under normal circumstance, he would be perfectly content to sit back and observe. You could learn a lot about a group by how they made their decisions, and what the consensus ultimately was.

But it wasn't normal. Sans was tired. And, more than anything, he could do without seeing any more human blood today. Infected blood included.]

Look. [He speaks up, during the next lull in conversation.] People are working on a cure, aren't they? Maybe whatever vaccine they come up with will be retroactive, maybe it won't. But as long as they're still people underneath all that other junk, and as long as there's a shot they can come back, we're talking murder not euthanasia.

[Perhaps a simplistic way of looking at it, but morals are morals. How much they mattered in a place that smelled this strongly of death remained to be seen.]

There's gotta be somewhere we can put them. Jail cells, a padded room, anything.

[A lungless sigh, born from equal parts exhaustion and reluctance. Volunteering... not his favorite way to engage.]

If someone's got a place, I can get 'em there.

wildcard!

[Any scenario you like! Feel free to hit me up to discuss it or just go for it holmes!]

Edited 2017-03-14 02:36 (UTC)

[It isn't easy. She's more powerful now than she was. But even Sakura still does have her limits. And it's all the more difficult in trying to be subtle about it. Trying to ensure she uses the magic where the cameras won't record, won't see her in action when she actually activates her Sakura Cards.

More than that, she used to get exhausted just changing two cards to use her own magic at once. Let alone what she's trying to do here. But she's doing her best, if only to try help those not yet infected.

She turns as Aqua approaches, relieved for the help.]

Okay so far. I haven't been bitten. Shield helps with that, but...

[Even Shield has a limit. Sakura can't just cover the entire mall with it, only her immediate surroundings. And even as powerful as she is, using her magic almost non-stop for this long is draining.]

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[ When the panic starts, Genos is running in the exact opposite direction people are. They're fleeing from danger, so it's the best guidance to find that danger.

Someone runs into him, grabs him by the arm, and tell him he's running in wrong direction. ]

I know where I'm going.

[ He brushes them off, even if soon he finds out that no, he don't. There isn't one single monster to run away from, it's just chaos and fear. People are just trying to hide in every store that's possible. Some shutters are already falling off, which only causes more panic, as there are still people not in hiding.

Genos rushes to what looks like a small tea-shop store and stops the shutter from closing mid-way, waving at the small group of people. ]

Quick, get in here.

[ It's going to be cramped inside, but there is still place for few more people. When they're inside, it gets clear that he has no intention on joining them. ]

Remember to topple the shelf over the door.

[ Playing the big damn hero and staying outside as the shutter goes down? Well, he doesn't have to worry about being bitten, after all.

That's going to be his focus now. Running around and picking up the strays. There people hiding in toilets, in equipment rooms, small not protected places. ]

00:00 TO 02:00 HOURS

There's more of them. [ Genos notices as the infected start attacking barricade of the shop across the corridor. ]

Could the infection spread that fast? [ He frowns and shakes his head, hoping that it's not the case. Maybe they have found a way inside? But there's no time right now to wonder about it. ]

That barricade won't hold. I'm going to distract the attackers, And make escape path for the people inside.

04:00 TO 09:00 HOURS

Why can't we just blow a hole in a wall, and let the civilians escape? [ he mutters

Genos can't get physically tired, that's the perk of having mechanical body. But his brain is still human, he needs sleep like anybody else. The exhaustion set in few hours ago, and while he's been ignoring the warning that pops up in his field of vision, he can't help but sometimes just doze off. His body immediately shuts into sleep mode, locking him in place and making freeze, sometimes in weird positions. ]

Edited 2017-03-13 11:38 (UTC)

[Giovanni's approach, it's something similar. And yes it seems more logical to him to simply put the infected down, to end their maddened misery with a few short sharp shots from his guns-- but things have become complicated, lately. There are the other Audentes to think about, and while it hasn't quite registered for him on a conscious level that he's taking their morals and feelings into account because he's almost (almost) one of them now, their thoughts still ring in his mind each time he ducks and weaves and aims for a thigh or other non-lethal point of entry rather than the kill shot he'd usually take.

Sonia. Haise. Olivia. They wouldn't want him to kill these people. Would maintain that they are still people. And so he's endevaouring not to.

Still, when Arima makes his suggestion it's met with a brighthard smile that says he's enjoying the violence here just a little more than he should.]

If you like.

[And as such, he's aiming to do just that.]

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