[Intro Log #01] Enjoy your new vacation home

[oasismods]

INTRO LOG #01

The Crash "-̭̫̜̩̪̑̈́̓̌̐-̞͓̘̩͖̿́͒͑͘░͙͈̥̦̼̌̊̒̾̅░̨̢̠͙̖̉͊̽͌͝░̫͔͎̤̘̀̑͋͛̾ȩ̨̬̙͛̐̋̀̕͜m̻̬͈̠͒̌͌̍͌͜ ̡̲͈̙̼̽̾͆̊̃f̖̟͉̲̪̈́̾̀̂̀ą̢̯̘̙́̇͑̈̋i̪̱̙̘̟͌́̄̊͘ļ̢̛̲͕̣͐̎̿͛u͕̣̥̘̳̓̃͗͠͝r͉̠̗͖̰̉̅͗̚͘ę̛̺̥̝̘̄͑̌̈́.̣̫͕̰̭̓͂̈́̓͊ ̟̗͔̟͋̿̒̚̚ͅA̠̫̬̼̣̒̇͛́̊l̫̬͎̤͈͑̀͂̐̆ë̡̧̝̺͖́̍̂͂͝r͙͍̱̫͕̆͊̾͐̕ţ͙̻̣̝͒́̄̈́͆!͕̫͓͉̹̌̍̽̂̓ ̧̛̲͎͖̳̌̆̾̏░͖̲̞̼̹̇̄̌̈́̊░̡͍͎͍̘̇̈́̕͝░̪͚̼̦̃̋͊̆͜͠è̛̞̬͙̠̖̊͌̂m͖̝̟̗̣̽̄̐̚͠ ̛̹̯͈̮̼̈́͊͌͠f̧̰̖͋̊̈̊̑͜͜ą̨͚͎̹̀̎̑͋́i̞̬͓̭̳̎́̓͘͠l̢͈̲͇͕̈́̆̐̌̈́ư̰̞͚̻̺̔͑̓̑ṛ͎̯͚̇̔̾̔̏͜ę̛̻̼̭͊͆̕͜͝.̯̖̫̣͔̔̋̔̽͠ ̺̼̟̲͌́͒̔̅ͅĄ̹̝̖̺̂̇̽̒͊ĺ̛̺̰̰̤͎̾͗͝e̛̗̭̻͕̹̓̔͆̆r̢̛͙͖̘̻̈̚̚͘t̰̲̠̖̻̉͂̆̓̇!̬̞̟͉̺̂͆̊͑͐" You awaken to godawful static overlaying a female voice that's too monotone to be anything but a recording. The static makes it difficult to understand the warning, but it's clearly a warning if your surroundings tell you anything... You're buckled into a sturdy seat bolted to the wall behind you. Around you, there are dozens of others like you, some awake and others still unconscious, but it seems most of the seats lining the walls are occupied. The lights are dim, likely auxiliary lighting, leaving you mostly in the dark. You smell smoke and hear the sizzling crackle of electrical systems popping and shorting out. Some of the seats were jarred off the wall, leaving the occupants either wounded or dead. Count yourself lucky all you have is a headache and various aches accounted to whiplash. You appear to be in a drop ship or an escape vessel of some form but the pilot is dead and the hull bears a massive gash where it buckled under the impact and sheered off. Through the door-sized opening, you can see vegetation. The air that wafts in is heavy with a humid heat, but it's obviously breathable. Once you make your way outside, you'll see greenery: Trees, grass, and shrubs tangled with vines that grow wildly and suffocate the trees they climb. In the distance, behind the ship, you can make out a sandy desert that seems to stretch on endlessly. Forward through the trees, however, you may see a crumbling wall, but more importantly, you'll see signs of civilisation. Buildings and other structures seem contained within those decrepit walls. Maybe the natives can fill you in on what's going on, because the last thing you remember isn't being in an escape shuttle. As a matter of fact, you don't remember much about your arrival or where you are. But it's going to be a bit of a hike, better get moving. Though you might want to grab the backpack of supplies under your seat before you go. "W̞͓̝͓̓̀̍̒͘͜ȃ̢̗̪̤͇̔̃̚͝░̟͙̯̳̱̈͂̈́̈́͠n̬̘̬̤̠͛̅̈́͋͝i͓̟͈͎͙̐̆̈́̔̓n̡̟̤̟̤̑͐͋͐̚g̩̱͖͉̻͌͛̈͆̈́!̧̪̰͇̦̓̂̆̌͝ ̢͔̣̠̗̾̉́̌̒C̢̥̟͍͊͊͑̀̚ͅr̛͙̪̙̟͐̽̓̅͜i̫͖̻̣̘̽̑͂̾̎t̩͇̦̬̞͊̌̑̈́͝i̡̳̠̞̐̿̍̎̀͜c̡͕͙͕͕̓̊̌̾͘å̼̯͍̙̲̍̏̚͝l̢̥͉̮̙̋̆͐̆́ ̢̰̞͕̯̋̈́̈́̋͌f͇͔̟̻̈̽͌̒̉ͅa̳̰̠͉͔͒̑̈̈͘i̟̭̦̺͎̍̾̽̈́̐░͕̣̥̭͛̿̓̽̐ͅ░̰̪̠͇͍̆͛̀͝͝░̘̱̩̳̘͆̈́̆̀̚e̛̻͈̳̳̺̊̔̚̕.͙̟̳̼̾̀̅͊͊ͅ" With that, the power dies, leaving the drop ship in the dark, crackling and groaning as the hull cools from its catastrophic re-entry. [Mod Note: In case you missed the testdrive, this is your chance to play out your arrival or any other intro CR] Traversing the Forest Between the crash and the ruined city is a lush forest full of skittish wild life, the ruins of a farmhouse-like structure, various flora, and the occasional body. Try not to get too close to those bodies, kids. They have a tendency to wake up and try to get ya. The closer to the city one gets, the more frequently they'll see a dormant body. Hopefully you took the time to set up your small ear piece. Once inserted into the ear, the device will prompt you for your name. Once spoken, the device in your ear will be given its own address and all someone has to do is tap the button on their ear piece, speak "private to" then their friend's name, and it will open a private channel to the comm device coded with that name. Open radio signals can be sent by simply tapping the button and speaking. Once you reach the city gates, you will find a mass of corpses piled against the closed gates. These corpses will stir when they catch the scent of the survivors or hear their approach. You may want to take care of the dormant infected before they fully regain awareness. Or, you know, trip the closest person to you and run like hell. Maybe they'll be too distracted chewing on your former friend to follow... Once inside the city, you'll meet its only surviving occupant. He's a bit unique and a bit... well... he's unique. ⨷ TK Baha's Warm Welcome ⨷[TALK] "Smells like livin' folk. Yer just lucky I got no munitions left." Sitting on a porch with a shotgun balanced in his lap was a scarred gentleman wearing dark goggle-like glasses. He was missing a leg and looked a little worse for the wear. His voice was thick with a drawl, but he seemed to be well and alive. He chuckled and lowered the shotgun back to his lap, patting the barrel. "Naw, ain't seen nothin' worth shootin' in a long time. Heehee! Ohhh-hoo boy, you lot've seen better days. Well, come on over here and git that gate shut before somethin' with an appetite thinks we're open for business." TK smiled and laughed again, beckoning the shipwrecked survivors to come closer. "Let's see. First things first, you lot gotta have somewhere to stay. Hotel's open an' prices 're cheaper than ever! Forgive the staff, they ain't too lively, though if you know what I mean. Heeheehee! You get it, right? 'cause they're all dead. Make yerselves at home. You're gonna be here a while." TK pulls out an old, worn, folded pamphlet and holds it out. There are plenty to go around. "This here's a tourist's guide ta everythin' ya need to know. Or, well, kinda some of it. Anyway, it's useful. Take it. The name's TK Baha and I been around these parts a while. Anything you need, you let me know, okay?" "You got a good set a' legs, right? See, I gotta ask you a favour. I ain't been keeping up with things. Gonna need you to find me a power cell for this here transceiver. Think I stashed the last one at the hotel reception desk. Or was it the minimart? The fuel station? Anyway, you get me that and I'll get this here piece of scrap workin' again."

Navigation Network | Logs | OOC Taken Characters | Reserves | Applications | Activity Check Rules | Setting | Locations | FAQs | Deaths | Wanted | Hiatus | Drop Item Request | Plot Suggestions | Navigation

Comments

TK'S QUEST

[tkbaha]

[Reply here with your choice of either the Hotel, the Minimart, or the Fuel Station if your character decides to take on his quest. You can only choose one location per character. Those that choose the correct location will be given an in-game prize that may or may not be useful to them.]

<b>Character's name:</b> <b>Location:</b> (Hotel/Minimart/Fuel Station)

[shuckit]

Character's name: Thomas
Location: Minimart!

Re: TK'S QUEST

[dirtyredneck]

Character's name: Daryl Dixon
Location: Fuel Station

Question: Will we be getting any notes on what else might be found, regardless of quest success? Would like to know more for threading/setting/atmosphere purposes than the need to find anything useful. Or is it a make up stuff and keep it reasonable thing? Sorry if this seems like it should be obvious, I just don't want to make assumptions about quest locations.

[phaselocknroll]

Character's name: Maya
Location: Hotel, for the sake of variety.

[sekireigan]

Character's name: Yukimura Sanada
Location: Hotel

[pilot]

Character's name: Han Solo
Location: Fuel Station

[nostalgiabomb]

Character's name: Peter Quill
Location: Minimart!

[stabbyterms]

Character's name: Gamora
Location: Minimart

[limped]

Character's name: Newt
Location: Minimart

QUESTIONS

[oasismods]

re: talking to TK

[shuckit]

would TK give them any information on what's going on around here and where he came from and how he's alive and wtf are those zombie things and how are you alive and etc if they try to talk to him?

Sorta-Farmhouse Ruins Stopover

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl pulled the make-shift skid into what was left of an old house. He had enough supplies, the non-perishables and food and what he salvaged of the seats for materials, to spread among the five he was claiming as his and have some left over. Athena had surprised him with her strength and the trip took shorter than he'd estimated it would have. They still had at least an hour - maybe an hour and a half - before the sun got on it's way to setting, if his judgement was accurate. And it usually was.

Daryl took a couple minutes to climb as high as he could on what was left of the place. Mostly walls and part of a second floor. What remained of the roof wasn't something he was willing to risk finding out if it were stable or not. When he was done having his look around, he got back to his stuff and his people, wiped his hands on his pants, took a deep breath, and asked, "We wanna try for the city before dark? Was thinking we wouldn't make it 'fore then. But we split the supplies up, take as much as we each can carry, and bust our asses, I think we could make it. What we can't carry we can leave here. Make it a stash for those of ours that come back out."

Daryl, himself, would definitely be coming back. Hunting fresh meat was on the top of his list.


[[OOC Note
open to prose or action tags.
feel free to threadjack and tag around if you want to join the conversation.
this starter is open to anyone making the 'closer ruins' stopover that Daryl planned in the test-drive.]]

[zimasoldier]

"I'm up for the trek." Buck agreed, still looking around carefully. "I'm not sure we'd be able to secure this area before dark with what we have, but I could take first watch if we decide to stay. I don't need much sleep." Or so he'd noticed lately. He used to be able to run on no less than five hours a day without much degradation to his skill, but since he'd been a guinea pig in Zola's lab, he found he could run for days on two hours before his performance took a noticeable hit.

He tested the rickety door to the farmhouse, noting the debris of the shed. If all else failed, they could throw together a quick barricade on the doors and windows using the leftovers of the shed to fortify the place for the night. "There's some kind of hatch in the shed. It almost reminds me of an underground bunker back during the war. It's probably not a hidden HYDRA base, but it might be interesting if we ever manage to get it open." Nothing that would immediately help them, but it could be useful in the future.

Farmhouse

[zimasoldier]

[Warnings: Undead abuse. No actual zombies were harmed in the making of this tag. Prose and Bracketspam are both acceptable.]

The soldier couldn't quite pull himself out of the lone-wolf routine he'd fallen into with HYDRA. Now, he wasn't exactly going to let himself fall back into that old programming, but he didn't quite want to drag anyone into a dangerous situation with him, either. However, he also wouldn't just leave someone behind, so if a certain daring individual was also trampling about the forest and crossed his path, he would have brought them along to keep an eye on them.

The farmhouse was in ruins. Someone had obviously locked up the doors and barricaded them, but that didn't seem to stop whomever wanted in. They'd been broken inward forcefully, hacked away at by a sharp weapon, likely an axe or hatchet. The windows were shattered inward, and a small shed seemed to be missing an entire wall as well as a portion of its roof. A small hatch could be seen under the debris of what had probably been the wall at some point. Further inspection told him he wasn't getting into whatever cellar or basement it lead to. At least, not without cutting equipment. For a relatively simple wooden structure, the cellar hatch sure seemed out of place in its solid metal glory with its sturdy valve locking mechanism. So he let it be for now.

Buck pushed open the loosely attached door to the farmhouse and stepped inside. The entire place looked as if it had suffered a small fire that hadn't been immediately contained. There were scorched skeletons littering the floor, four or five, but there was no way to tell if they'd been the owners or invaders.

A shuffling sound caught his attention and he stilled. A body fell out of the rafters and scrambled across the floor towards him with gnashing teeth and shrieking snarls. The soldier reacted quickly, dancing out of reach on light feet. He snatched up the closest object--a fire iron--and drove it through the thing's skull. It thrashed then stilled.

"I know you're behind me. Are you alright?" He asked the presence he'd heard approach the farmhouse before he'd been attacked.

[pinner]

Athena could only nod at first. Of all the things she had been expecting, seeing what she just had was not it. It threatened to overwhelm her to the point of silence. Unable to find words she just stepped past him in an attempt to get close enough to examine the body that was at their feet. At the last second she thought better about what she was doing and turned to look up at him instead.

"Everything here is very different from anything I've ever seen. I should be asking you if you're alright, though. You're the one that had to drive iron through someone's head." Despite the initial fear she had experienced every single word she spoke seemed calm and composed.

Minimart & Supercenter

[limped]

[ Other people had gone to the minimart, they never really broke off from each other, but Newt stuck close to Tommy instead of anyone else, choosing to keep to himself after what had happened in the forest. Having a crank try to chew his face off once was enough, so a second time was way too many times for his liking.

One the way through the forest, after he'd realised that there were cranks still trying to get them, he'd found a nice sized branch and worked on whittling it into a spear with the knife he'd given to Thomas. It only took two food and water breaks to do and he was glad it was something he'd learned how to do in the Glade. When they'd made it to the ruins of the farm house, he already had a weapon and something to help balance his weight. Normally, his limp wouldn't bother him this much, it was something he could ignore, but the landing had all his muscles and bones aching and he was holding himself even funnier than normal, unable to balance his weight properly.

Now, he feels safer having a weapon by his side and not having to stick to Thomas like some sort of child. Nothing looks interesting or usable to him, despite trying to pick through utterly decayed shelves. That creepy guy had asked them to find something and he had no clue where to even begin. His interest began falling short from the task at hand and he found himself staring out what used to be glass windows, but were now only gaping holes in the walls.

Maybe he's just impatient, or doesn't see the point in helping the weird guy that pointed a gun at all of them. He's no-where near as inquisitive as Thomas, but it's hard to see the point in multiple people tearing up the same small space.

He had other interests, mainly, to see what else surrounded them and he couldn't help when his eyes kept falling on a larger building across the street. A glance is spared over his shoulder at Tommy before he steps through the opening he'd been looking out of. It isn't that far, if anything happens, he can take care of himself, or scream... Right? Right. ]

[phaselocknroll]

[ Maya really, really wants a gun. Sure, she had her not-insubstantial powers, which was a whole lot more than a lot of people had, but she missed the weight of a pistol at her belt, or an SMG slung across her back. She missed her precious Maliwan HellFire more than anything. Once they had all made it into the city and run across that... guy (who Maya swears should be dead but maybe it's a different TK Baha? It's probably a common name around here. That, or the crash rattled her brain more than she thought) she had gone to the hotel to do some looking, but the bigger buildings were much more tempting because surely, surely one of them had to contain a weapon.

She's headed for the supercenter when she hears movement, the gait uneven, and she whirls around, tattoos flaring to life. Thankfully, when she sees it's just a kid, she doesn't phaselock him, and instead lets her hand drop with an apologetic smile. ]

Sorry, you startled me.

City Wall

[pinner]

Athena had seen and done many things in her life. She had experienced sadness and something close to fear but neither emotion could prepare her for what she felt as she saw the pile of bodies against the gates. She knew about death and knew the appropriate human emotions that went along with the loss of someone close to them. None of these people were close to Athena, as far as she knew. That didn't prevent emotion from rising and making the horror of the situation feel so real that it nearly smothered her.

Everything had seemed like a fun adventure up until that point. Now the reality of things was sinking in.

She stood as tall as she could despite wanting to go and hide. Her eyes were wide and quickly filling with tears as she tried to figure out the logic in what had happened. She needed to know what had happened in order to try and understand. Once she understood the feelings she was having for the first time everything would be easier.

"What do you think -"

She tried to speak to someone that was nearby but the sound of stirring among the pile of bodies got her to stop talking and start backing away instead. Her hand went to her backpack, where she fought to try and get the knife she had been given out. They needed to get through the gates or find another way in.

[stabbyterms]

"That those are about to move themselves for us."

It was an impassive answer, Gamora showing neither fear nor any particular curiosity in the phenomenon of dead bodies that yet moved. Following that were the quiet thuds of her setting her own packs down on the dusty ground, freeing up her own arms for what may come. A fight, she assumed. She was usually right.

"Get behind me," she tore her gaze away from the pile of bodies to look at Athena only as she said that. Her tone was stern, implying it wasn't just a suggestion. Then, she jerked her head back towards the gates, where one of the first twitches corpses was trying to crawl its way out from under the rest.

"Do you remember what I told you about where to cut, if you're attacked?"

city gates

[stabbyterms]

[ Clearing the gates had been, thus far, the most difficult part of this ordeal. Gamora had expected Daryl's warning to have been, in the end, nothing more than the belief of a madman. Up until then, she hadn't seen any sign of his "walkers", no shambling corpses, not even much other sign of life beyond herself and the other survivors. Although, calling what they found at the city gates life was up for debate.

Especially since Gamora's made it perfectly clear to them -- not that they were aware in the first place -- that it wasn't something she would tolerate. All that trying to get back up, in varying states of decay, it just wasn't done. The few that had gotten to their feet have since been led out further from the mass and dispatched by the former assassin, which, now, leaves her back up by the gates themselves, clearing the remaining bodies. The ones already and truly dead are being dragged aside, tossed into an entirely new pile. Any that decide to move again, well, they get a quick and, by now, very irritated knife through the eye socket, and then dragged aside.

Apparently, gore isn't something that bothers her (although at this point, she's wishing she'd been wearing something less dress-like when she'd been abducted and dumped down here; thanks for nothing, assholes). ]

Are you going to stand there and watch all day? [ She eventually takes a break from this fairly morbid task to pin a deadpan stare on whoever might be doing just that, watching, for whatever reason. ] Because these aren't all going to move themselves.

[ Some will, of course, but not all. ]

[dirtyredneck]

You look like you're handling things.

[Daryl shrugged, but started over to help her haul the next body to the side. When it was in the pile of dead dead and they were moving to the next one, he wiped his hands across his jeans and licked his lips. One thumb came up to his mouth. His head dipped so he had to look at her from under his heavy, stringy bangs.]

You uh... Thanks. For helping the girl.

[He'd seen Gamora get up next to her after Athena had darted ahead in excitement and without the caution she should have had. When the bodies started rising and the fool girl had to struggle to pull her knife out.]

Need to get her a belt.

[nostalgiabomb]

i. the gate - another brick in the wall;

[ Peter isn't a knifey kinda guy, which is funny, considering he had two masters to teach him, back home -- one of whom was here, thank god. He's scrappy, and he likes a fight about as much as the next guy, but knives and him? Not exactly on the best of terms.

He'd taken one, though, just in case; it sat tucked in his belt, currently untouched, because when it became clear they were dealing with something out of a George Romero film? Peter had hefted a fallen branch and gone to town. He'd much rather maintain his distance than get up close and personal trying to stab these zombies in the face. He thinks after the first few swings, maybe if he had stayed on Earth, he could've gone into baseball? Or maybe golf? The thought depended on the state of uprightness the infected were currently engaged in.

Which is to say, he's managing, as far as the shambling zombies were concerned, but fuck, what he wouldn't give for a gun, right about now.

Approaching the gates and dispatching the bodies found there -- it kind of reminds Peter of a really messed up game of Whack-A-Mole. These used to be people, he thinks, but he recognizes death when he sees it. Granted, the fact that the dead apparently are unaware of the state of things and seem determined to keep moving -- it makes him tamp down on any pity he might feel for these poor bastards, because he values his own life a lot more. ]

--Hey. Movement behind you.

ii. minimart - dirty deeds done dirt cheap;

[ This certainly wasn't the first time Peter's been compelled to help some random stranger with a shotgun and certainly wouldn't be the last, which was a concerning sentiment, to be certain. But then again, Peter didn't plan to do more than a cursory search for the power cell for the transceiver in question. Whoever the guy intended to contact had to be better than the guy, himself, and that's a small motivator to find the power source -- but mostly? Peter's on the lookout for anything that might be useful to him. Foodstuffs and water, sure, though he kind of gets the impression not much will be left. For the most part, he keeps an eye out for tools and gadgets, working or otherwise. He can at least cannibalize them for parts, he thinks. (Peter's always been a tinkerer, at heart.)

It's why he ends up with a handful of lighters and candles, all of which he stuffs into one of his bags their kidnappers had oh, so helpfully provided on the ship.

It's also why he's pried open the back of a microwave, picking through its guts.

(oh my god quill they leave you alone for five minutes--) ]

Gates

[dirtyredneck]

I see 'em!

[Daryl barked as he put his free hand against the head of the walker his knife was buried in. That one seemed fresher than the others. It's skull was holding onto the knife a lot more tightly than he'd expected. Getting it out was starting to be a chore and he couldn't quite get the leverage he needed to do it.

But there was that other one slowly getting to it's feet behind him and for some reason the walkers at the gates, when they got upright and actually walking, were a lot faster than any geeks Daryl had encountered before. Maybe all their legs had been preserved a lot better while waiting for their meals. It was odd to him they'd just lay down like they had, in that pile. That the noise of the crash hadn't drawn them. But those were inconsistencies he could deal with later.

At the moment, he had a walker about to jump him.

Giving a frustrated growl, Daryl stopped trying to remove his knife and, instead, shifted his grip. It became a leverage point as his other hand move to the neck of the body. With grunting heave, Daryl lifted the dead guy and swung him at the newest threat. The legs of his 'weapon of choice' knocking heavily into the walker coming up on him. Enough to send it back to the ground. He let the dead bastard he was using fall heavily on top of the other before releasing it. Keep it semi-pinned for a moment.

Then he casually walked over to Quill and went for the knife at the guy's belt. If he wasn't using it, Daryl could.]

Hey, Babe Ruth, let me have that.

the forest/city gates + minimart

[hasitsthorns]

( i; over the river and through the woods to an abysmal city full of undead we go! )

[ There’s such a soothing quality to nature that Rose can’t deny. It’s in her roots to be fond of the flora and animal life. Her jaunt towards the city is actual quite peaceful and she thinks everything won’t turn out to be so ba-

Is that a corpse? IS IT MOVING?! Okay, scratch that. Her moment of ignorant bliss is coming to a screeching halt. ]

What in the actual fuck, [ is her super eloquent response to the reanimated corpse(s) near the city gates. She hadn’t necessarily doubted Daryl but believing and seeing are two completely different things. Ew, ew, it’s so gross, ew. Don’t mind this dainty lady prancing passed zombies. Maybe she should have taken a knife from one of those packs after all? Nah, it’s alright, she can just keep tip toeing around the corpses ever so carefully. It’s all good!

Until one slow, undead hand she hadn’t seen grabs her by the ankle. There’s a tug that threatens to bring her down but she retaliates with a surprising ferocity for the petite thing that she is. With a surprised shout, she yanks her leg back up and in a panic stomps on the things’ head until it’s a gooey mess under her shoe. ] Oh, gross… [ she groans, but doesn’t have time to fret over her blood-stained clothes because before she can Rose catches the sound of more slow shuffling and movement from the undead. ]

Shit.

( ii; the mission impossible theme makes everything better )

[ Just in case one thought this minimart expedition needed some annoyingly catchy them music (it doesn’t), Rose is here to provide. The blond hums the tune as she walks along and inspects the shelves of the abandoned miniature market. There’s not much to salvage beyond some moldy old snacks and miscellaneous junk. What does a power cell even look like though? Maybe she should have asked that first before charging off on the promise of reward… Hindsight is 20/20, they say.

Still, this little ‘quest’ provides a quiet place that she can address something she’s needed to since the crash. Her backpack strap has done a good job of hiding it but once shifted to the side there’s an impressive (and still fresh) bloodstain underneath. It isn’t so bad, she thinks… Only a stab wound. It should heal in a couple days, at most, and hopefully none of the poison that had been on the blade lingers. She still can’t help but wonder how they got her out of that situation though it’s probably not best to dwell on it. Like anything else that’s been going on. She’s about to pull down her shirt to peer at the actual injury itself (just in case) when the sound or someone or something approaching startles her. In the span of about three seconds, she re-covers the stain, flicks on her flashlight, and hisses- ]

Who’s there? [ Then, because she’s Rose, she feels compelled to add ] Do you come in peace?

i.

[pinner]

Watch out!

[Athena's been stationed at a relatively "safe" spot near the others who are at the gate clearing the bodies. She's been watching everyone else and this poor woman looks like she needs some help. Luckily Athena has her knife.

She glances back at the rest of her group before running over to help. It takes some work to sweep the feet out from under the undead but she manages after a few tries. She hurries to stab her knife right through the spot Daryl showed her to and then twists it enough that the thing goes still. She tugs the knife free with a disgusting sound that makes her flinch.

She looks up at the woman she's just helped. Her eyes look to the mess of the stomped in head. She promptly turns her head to look away.]

You should stay closer to everyone else.

forest + gates + other places (like the hotel)

[sekireigan]

«« bodies in the forest »»
[ Whoever it was who thought it was a good idea to get close to the bodies (read: it was Yukimura) is a moron. Yukimura doesn't think so but then, he takes things in way too much of a stride and rolls with things far too easily.

He might have a knife he had nabbed and may have cut off the smaller branches from a sturdier one to use for a blade, but he was not using either of them on the bodies trying to grab him.

Instead, he was... Dancing. Around the bodies, avoiding their touches effortlessly. ]


«« bodies by the gates »»
[ You might not have thought it possible, considering his previous display, but Yukimura can get serious when he wants to. Not that he looks serious but. Oh well.

But now he actually is fighting, with his stick. And doing really well, despite his weapon being blunt. It's all about how you use your weapon and not how sharp it is; he can cut apart people with fishing rods.

It's still a dance though. A dangerous dance. He won't even come close to accidentally hurting anyone living but it might appear as if he is, with how close his improvised blade can come; you might feel the speed wind agaisnt your skin as the branch tears through the air. ]


«« and after that »»
[ He still has that smile on his face.

He has no idea what he's supposed to be looking for because what is a power cell? but he's going to look for unfamiliar things once he gets to searching the hotel.

Otherwise the samurai will be people watching. He will sit on some piece of garbage or other, elbows on his knees and his palms against his cheeks.

He's definitely watching you.

And when he notices you looking at him; he waves cheerfully. ]

Hello~~♥

[pinner]

Hello.

[Athena is used to being the one that stares at other people. She's just discovered she doesn't like being stared at. It makes her uncomfortable. So she stares back in return.

Without blinking.

She does lift her hand up to awkwardly wave back to him though. Manners are always important.]

Are you looking for someone?

[She looks away just long enough to make sure Daryl and the others are within earshot.]

[pilot]

i. zombies? zombies, where?

[ for someone who has spent the last, oh, since he's been awake, bitching when he's not scowling at their surroundings or anyone attempting to talk to him, han is surprisingly prosocial when they come upon a stirring pile. ]

Run! [ he yells at whoever's closest. stooping, he picks up and chucks it at the nearest body.

if it had been a living person, they would be on the ground, possibly unconscious and absolutely missing an eye. as it is, only the eye part remains true. han pulls a disgusted face. before it can get closer, han swings the metal pipe he'd ripped out of their downed ship. the head makes a satisfying crack when it snaps to the right. ]

Hurry up, and get inside! [ sure he's basically leeroy jenkins but he happens to like living tyvm. ]

ii. bring me the hydrospanner!

[ other people are smart. they go for food. water. you know. necessities. han turns the fuel station upside down for things like, well, fuel. and not even for the sake of warmth.

his bag(s) ( the dead have no use for them ) have since seen their contents increase by screws, parts and the occasional tool or object that could be made into a tool.

to that end han has turned the filthy counter into a collection of assorted spare parts. it may look like chaos because that's what it actually is. this project is going to take a while. it's also a project he's a little protective over as in lieu of greeting, han barks, ] Don't touch anything.

iii. ( anyone who would like to continue tdm threads, let me know if you'd like me to move them here! :'> )

[pinner]

I wasn't going to.

[Athena eyes the parts and his project as she walks in closer. She thinks of things she and Frank Walker could have built together with all the parts. Frank's not here with her so she tries thinking of things she could build alone.

Not that she's going to touch anything.]

What is it that you're making exactly?

[He looks like exactly like the sort of man she'd recruit to Tomorrowland. Someone who tries to make things out of what seems like nothing.]

crash + forest + fuel station - ota

[strangelic]

1. The crash

[ Castiel snaps his restraints open the moment he's really self-aware. Whether he was unconscious or not isn't altogether clear to him--all he knows is that he's not in Purgatory any more. The air is different, the light, the pressing scent of death and flame and atmosphere around them. As he pulls himself forward, it's the dead that he prioritizes, moving to each of them in turn, flipping the bodies over with little care. He glances over the faces, just to see if there's anything that he can do, crouched low among them.

Though everyone else was leaving, he lingered, not mingling with anyone else, his senses easily picking up the creatures among them. Perhaps he was still in Purgatory. Perhaps the portal had done something to him, triggered some kind of delusion. In any event, he was mistrustful, hanging back with the dead, in no obvious rush to press into the forest and hunt for civilization. ]

I'm sorry. [ He says to the corpse of a young woman, who wouldn't be able to hear him even if there were any ears left to her crushed skull. So sentimental. ]

----

2. The forest

[ It's just like Purgatory, the forest. Castiel can smell water nearby, he can feel the desert, and the vibrancy of the overwhelming life pressing in around them. Unlike Purgatory, though, the sun shines, and the plant-life is stunningly verdant. It's not enough to strike him with any feeling of hope, just compassion for the world around him. This must be Creation - it feels much like Creation - but the underlying feeling that there is something wrong with the world grows as they venture deeper, and as Castiel comes upon his first infected body.

He spooks away from it as it rises to challenge him, sluggish at first, rotting flesh peeling away from its gruesome visage. Not pleasant, even though the creature is clearly very much alive. Alive, but not...

Faltering at his next step back, Castiel stumbled, a tree branch responsible for the angel's less than graceful tumble.

And no, he really doesn't need saving, but just for a moment it really looks like it. ]

-----

3. The fuel station

[ Cas elects to turn over the fuel station. He has little interest in hunting for food, or finding a place to rest - he'd rather investigate the lake later, when he has time to head off on his own - but the fuel station offers other potential, as well as familiarity--after all, it had been a station just like it where he had first tried to manifest after raising Dean from Hell. A lot of good that had done him.

He's quiet for most of the journey, and when they arrive he goes to searching, focused and decidedly antisocial, quiet, gruff when addressed. If he focuses on the mission, on finding the fuel cell, it keeps his mind from wandering to other things; puzzling where he is or struggling with his vast list of regrets. A fuel cell must resemble a car or cell phone battery, right?

Perhaps he should have grilled Mr. TK Baha a little more, before he'd accepted his role.

Oh, but look, they have those little air freshners in the shape of pine trees. Breaking open the packet of one, Castiel breathes in deeply. ] Ah. Still fresh. [ That's not odd, right? ]

fuel station

[pinner]

[Athena's separated from her little group at the location and is looking around curiously. There's others here but she tends to ignore most everyone out of a desire to look around at everything. Even if it is all old, there's things here she's never seen before.

Including little tree air fresheners.

She approaches the man with the tree and stands beside him. At his assessing that it still smells fresh she nods seriously.]

Fresh is important.

[And because of that reason she grabs one of the tree packets to put in her backpack.]

I'm staying with a group of men.

[Which is exactly why she thinks better and grabs a few more to keep. There weren't any showers they might need those soon.]

forest + city gates | ota | will match format!

[officio]

i. the forest;

[ The confusion over finding herself on a strange planet where she absolutely, one-hundred-percent should not have been hadn't really abated during the past hour or so that Padmé had spent outside the ship, trying to salvage whatever she could from the hull and helping those who needed it. But the crashed ship would hardly be enough to give shelter for the night -- she and everyone else needed to make it to whatever was inside the wall. A city in ruins was better than a ship that could explode any minute.

She makes her way through the forest slowly, frowning as she looks at the bodies littering the way to the city gates. An epidemic? A war? Could the Clone Wars have reached even this planet? It was possible, though there was no sign of blaster fire, no pieces of clone armor, only dead natives.

It's when she's close enough to the farmhouse that one of the bodies starts to stir. ]

What...? [ She stares with her eyes wide -- before holding on to the knife in her hand a little tighter as she starts to back away towards the farm. Hopefully, whatever manifestation of the dark side this must be, she can outrun it. Hopefully. And if not... well, a knife isn't a blaster, but at least she still knows how to use one.

As soon as she sees that there's someone else in the yard of the farmhouse, she shouts: ] Run! The dead bodies... they aren't really dead! [She winces as she gasps for air, her throat burning -- she needs to stop, and yet she can't. ]

ii. inside the city gates;

[ So it was an epidemic. An epidemic of the sort she had never seen before, horrible beyond imagination. How could something like this have happened, without anyone in the capital being alerted? How could the Senate have let a tragedy like this happen?

Except there was no Senate, anymore. No one to ask for help. Padmé sighs as she sits down on one of the large rocks, broken away from the wall, flinching as the cold seeps through her thin, white hospital robe. She must make a sight, a woman looking pregnant still, sitting there by herself, tapping her earpiece. ]

Obi-wan? Obi-wan, can you hear me? [ She tries several times... but in the end, there is no answer. ]

iii. tdm continued;

[ if anyone wants to continue the tdm threads, just drop me a line here and i will make a continuation thread here! ]

ii

[pinner]

[Athena watched Padmé from afar at first. They had met earlier and Athena didn't want to force her presence on someone that seemed busy trying to communicate with someone. After Padmé tries several times and seems to get no response Athena moves over toward her. She's still in eyesight of Daryl and the others, so she doesn't think anything of leaving the spot she's been sitting and waiting for them.]

I'm not sure you'll reach anyone who isn't here with us. Is Obi-wan someone important to you?

[She smooths down the fabric of her dress before she sits down next to Padmé.]

thomas | minimart! + tdm starters

[shuckit]

[[ ooc; feel free to use any of these prompts as well, in case we didn't get a chance to do stuff on the tdm, if those fit better for you /o/ also, fyi, i'm still tagging those threads back. i've just been kind of swamped with school the last couple weeks. anywho, idk here's wonderwall ]]


OPEN; minimart

[ this isn't exactly new for thomas, a lot of it having the same feel as the Scorch, as the Glade, but it's still different. like if you mashed the two of them together, and put in some kooky old guy that seemed way too chill about all of this. with an empty gun. doesn't mean he can't find something to fill it (explosives aren't that hard to make), and while he didn't seem to mean them any harm, it still puts thomas ill at ease.

so he's preparing. it's all he can do right now, with the scant information they have and all the unknown surrounding them. he went to the minimart only partially to keep an eye out for the powercell the guy's looking for, but mostly, for supplies. ]

We need... weapons first. Food and water next. Then stuff for tools. Shelter, warmth. Stuff we can tie together for rope... [ he's muttering as he goes, maybe to someone searching around with him, maybe to himself. it's kind of hard to tell, but he's pretty focused on rummaging around for anything of general use. ]

CLOSED; chatting up TK

Dude... what are you even doing out here? How'd you get here? How're you the only one... actually healthy?

[ 'healthy' not 'alive', because what thomas knows of things that look similar to what they saw out in the forest, they're still alive. they're beyond saving and beyond talking to and beyond a cure or even the Bliss, but they're alive in there, and it's horrible. and despite what daryl said about 'walkers', how can something dead keep moving? how does that make any kind of sense? there has to be something to it.

but these aren't what thomas knows, not completely, and while he has no love for cranks or the Flare, at least that's teh devil he knows. ]

What happened? Was it a disease?

[ hi, welcome to conversations with thomas "58439057437540392 questions" edison. ]

[tkbaha]

I'm livin' here, that's what I'm doin'. And I walked, of course. Just like you. You did walk, didn't you? You don't got no wings on ya. [He laughs at a joke only he seems to know. Or at least, only he thinks is funny.] I always say my health is thanks t' good genes. Got ta eat right and keep yerself sharp.

[Never fear, Thomas, Teddy's been alone a very long time and he enjoys the company of others so long as they aren't Skags.]

I'm guessin'. Used to talk to them Oasis guys until that dang fuel cell ran outta power. They kept callin' somethin' Ira but I got no idea what that meant. It's been like this since I got here. Not sure how long it's been, now.

You sure are a curious little fella. Heehee~ Yer not one'a them Vault Hunters, are ya? Haven't seen them in a while. Heh.

Eric Dufosset | will match format

[incantamentum]

the gates - open;

[Eric made short work of getting through the forest which was the last time he felt vaguely at home- mostly because the moment he actually found his way to the city gates death hung heavy in the air around him. He could feel spirit pulling at him, letting him know just how much death was in this place and it was ridiculous... more than anything he'd ever sensed in a real capacity. Yes he'd seen the aftermath of witch hunts through his visions, felt them as if they were real... but this was so much different than any of that and it left him feeling hollow.

Which is exactly why all colour drains from his face and he stands momentarily stock still, because if you're surrounded by that much death then why were the bodies slowly moving.]

Goddess... [And that was all he was getting for the moment while he hopes that his mind catches up with his body.]

hotel - open;

[He knew that shelter was important, it always was. Usually as a witch anything could be made into a shelter but he hadn't been able to test his magic extensively just yet but it felt somehow muted when it came to him- whereas he'd usually have the fortitude of a waterfall he feels more like a river at the moment which meant he was loathe to be setting up any extensive wards for fear they'd tire him out.

Instead he stuck with the basics, elemental magic, things that were innate and not learned, the very essence of a witch. Turning the corner of one of the numerous hotel corridors, attempting to flush the place out he spots something moving you moving and doesn't take the appropriate moment to deduce whether its actually a shambling corpse or not before he's summoning some kind of fiery whirlwind between his palms.]

closed to Stefan - the forest

[He didn't quite know why the two of them were still together, there was the instinct that safety existed in numbers but again it opened the witch up to a lot of questions. He was feeling uncomfortable, lost, out of sorts. Nothing seemed quite right... which is why he'd love to stop for a moment, perform his blessings- except making that request could either get him confronted with confusion or worse, hatred. He had to throw caution to the wind though, it wasn't even a choice right now but more necessity.]

I'm sorry, Stefan, yes? Can we stop- just for a moment, I promise.

gates

[pinner]

I'm not sure any goddess in existence is going to help us with this.

[Athena's just as shocked as he is, but recognizes someone that needs comfort. Her hand goes up to gently touch at his arm.]

I think that we're going to have to help ourselves.

[And she really doesn't like knowing exactly how it is they're going to have to do it. It's all so violent and disgusting. But it's what has to be done.]

Forest - Hotel

[genuinepleasure]

Forest

[Clint had been wary about the ear piece; extremely wary. Odd tech that he'd never seen before never sat well with him and thus the archer hadn't put it in right away. The small piece had been tucked away into one of his pockets before he headed out to scout ahead, wanting to get some idea of where they were before they god too far.

He was making his way down what seemed like an actual trail, though he had his doubts that it had been used recently at all, when he spotted something ahead of him. The archer stopped, eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out what it was and then it clicked.

A body.

Immediately he was making his way down the path again only to slow as he got closer and saw the individual stir, a slight frown touching his face because there was something..not right about this. The form stirred again before it started to push itself up and Clint felt a sense of dread wash over him as he cursed under his breath.]

Great. Zombies.

[First aliens and now this. God when was his life going to go back to normal?

He backed up a few steps before he turned to bolt back in the direction he'd come, all the while looking for something he could use to defend himself. He hated the idea of just leaving it alive but it wasn't like he had his bow.

Unfortunately.]


Hotel

[Clint frowned, standing outside the hotel that was apparently where the crazy old man had stashed a battery cell, arms crossed as he looked it over.]

Well this looks welcoming.

[It's muttered under his breath, the archer shaking his head before letting out a sigh. Well. It had to be done so he might as well get it over with, right?

Letting his arms fall to his side he started forward, going about it as quietly as he could to avoid waking anything up that might he just lying around, easing the main door open so he can slip inside. It's just as welcoming on the inside as it had been on the outside and he resists the urge to make a comment to himself, instead heading over towards the front desk.

Now to see if the old man had been right.]


TDM Starters

If you'd like to continue any TDM threads, let me know and I'll post a continuation!

Forest ( I prefer prose, but feel free to use the format you got if you wanna!)

[dirtypizzaboy]

As soon as he'd moved from the general company of his group, he'd put his earpiece in; inner commentary about how happy he was with technology being useful for the first time in ages kept totally that. Inner. The nerves were mostly gone, and he was coming to terms with the fact that they were stuck. Still, he could see where his people were and he wouldn't let himself get but so far off from them.

But, he was drawn to the situation of a walker getting up from the forest floor while a guy's attention had locked on to it in a way which signaled great displeasure. But, really - whoever showed happiness at such an occurrence? No one he'd met yet, and they'd come on a few people who had more than several screws and bolts loose from the get-go. Despite all that, the guy in the now said something about zombies - whatever those were - and then he'd turned from it, unarmed, and ran. Not a bad choice, all things considered. Best to use the world around you, if there was nothing else on hand.

So, instead of using the blade which had been gifted to him before they'd set out; he picked up a nice sized, sharp edged stone from the ground as he moved past the guy running away. The walker was still getting its legs when Glenn brought the stone down on its head; knocking it down before stomping on it's head a good three times. Ending the job. With the walker no longer moving, he looked over at the guy with a little smile. Then, he rubbed his hands on the back of his pants and made his way over to the one he'd just shown, without words, on how to use his surroundings to his benefit. "Hey, man. You've never seen a walker before?"

dean winchester | forest; fuel station; other!!

[kickingand]

one) forest.

[ Wandering alone through the forest wasn't exactly foreign to Dean, though he was more accustomed now to doing so with.. well, minimal company. And yet fairly well equipped company, all things considered. Packing a vampire and an angel as buddies certainly made life easier but now he was on his lonesome, stalking through the forest and wishing he was more well stocked when it came to things of the knife-variety. And possibly of the friend variety. Definitely that, too.

If only he was a lucky man.

Instead, it's the rustle of leaves and a crack of sticks breaking that has him whirling on the spot, listening for a second before his paranoia riles up entirely. Remaining silent isn't exactly a forte of Dean's, but he holds his breath for a number of seconds, just waiting it out, trying to suss out the direction and the intention and the--

The hell is that? ] You have gotta be fucking kidding me.

[ Dean stares for a second at the slow crawl of an undead heading his direction and his eyes widen just a touch before he turns back to another, quicker sound of footsteps. ]

What is it now.


two) the fuel station.

[ Dean is rather blatantly looking for things. Not that he has any idea what he's looking for but that's hardly the point. Half of what he picks up gets tossed over his shoulder and the rest of it is stuffed in his bag. Anything blunt, sharp, or otherwise heavy is stored away like a chipmunk desperately searching for any last bit of food to stuff in its face, Dean's focus solely on finding anything he can get his paws on.

He doesn't say a word as he does it, isn't even entirely methodical, but he's focused. At least until a nearby presence alerts him into so-called action, turning his attention as he basically freezes on the spot. ]

You need something?

[ Because Dean sure does look really busy! ]


three) choose your own adventure.

[ PM me if you'd like a specific starter and i'd be happy to write one for you! ]

Fuel Station

[dirtyredneck]

Looking for the girl.

[Daryl wasn't happy that he'd lost sight of Athena after his encounter with Jimmy. But he had, and needed to find her so he could get them both out of there. Asking a guy who obviously didn't know what he was doing with the scavenging was more out of desperation. He didn't want to raise his voice and make it obvious he was panicking or draw attention, particularly Jimmy's attention, to him or Athena if he didn't have to.]

You seen her?