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[Intro Log #01] Enjoy your new vacation home
| INTRO LOG #01 |
The Crash  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. 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  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." "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." |
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Forest; let's just assume they got around to exchanging names, y/y?
The forest smelled off, and while there were certainly familiar things here and there, Alex wasn't overly familiar with the rainforest-like surroundings they'd found themselves in. It looked like Earth, but things were different enough that Alex just wasn't secure in the thought.
But that wasn't the only thing that smelled 'off' about their surroundings; there was also an underlying scent of decay and death that played against Alex's nose, and he couldn't quite pinpoint it.
He's shadowing Clint, feeling as if something is stalking them even though he's been unable to see anything that it might be when he saw the other man slow a short distance away. He paused, his own gaze shifting up the path to see what's grabbed Clint's attention and he saw it a moment later; a body.
...
A body that began to stir and then rise to its feet. The hair on the back of his neck rose as the implication of what he was seeing sank in: zombies. And really, who is a lycanthrope to question the reality of zombies?
Then Clint turned and made to run, the creature on its feet now and in pursuit and, Special OPs or no, Alex moved in to defend him without pause. He ran, and as he rapidly ate up the distance between them he shifted, his form growing taller and heavier (let alone furrier). ]
Clint! DOWN! [ Clint should recognize the voice, though it's deeper and a bit rougher now, and would hopefully comply without questioning; because a nearly 7' tall Wereleopard was leaping over him and slamming into the pursuing infected. He snarled down at the creature and with little more warning than that, he sat up enough to allow room to reach for a chunk of rock and proceeded to smash it clean into its skull. It's messy, but boy is it effective.
He snarled again, lips pulled back from impressive fangs, before rising smoothly to his feet again. He'd lost his shoes in the dash, but thankfully his other clothing had been loose enough to accommodate the shift both for size and anatomy. He tossed the rock aside and shook his hand as clean as he could, although blood now stained his clothing and fur. He ran his tongue over his nose (thankfully blood and spittle free) and snorted, whiskers fanning and ears flicking as he turned toward Clint. He offered a toothy grin, posture relaxed and tail flicking idly behind him. ]
See. Wereleopard. [ He extended a clawed hand toward Clint, on the chance he 1) needed the help up, and 2) accepted the offer. Alex knew the whole 'going fuzzy' thing freaked people out sometimes. ]