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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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Bow howdy does he ever miss Benny. ]
sometime later
He's still got that look of disinterest and general pissed-off-at-the-world on his face, and his voice is still gruff, but he's making an effort to get Dean's attention.]
Hey. Found the girl. Don't have to look no more.
you got it!
Tipping his head to look over at the girl standing outside, he gives a nod of confirmation in response. Good to know she's safe at least. ]
Congratulations, party of two back in order. Even got yourself a nerf gun to go with it.
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[Daryl corrected softly, voice going quiet and just a little embarrassed. He ducked his head, but his hands were full so he couldn't bite his thumb the way he wanted to. Was going to have to ask Athena to carry something more.
Instead, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other and glanced up at Dean from under his shaggy bangs, teeth worrying away at his bottom lip for a moment. He took a deep breath and let it out, eyes dropped again. Then he nodded, chin rising and lifting his head with it.
His tone was softer still, clearly awkward. But honest.]
Thank you. ...for looking. I appreciate it.
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Could've come from the middle of his own personal Purgatory for all Dean knew. ]
Not a problem. I know what it's like to lose your people.
[ Still sounding gruff, Dean relaxed in posture, figuring his new found bro was trying to ease up on things. Not that he really knew why - he had every right to still be suspicious - but Dean appreciated it none the less. Might as well try and be some semblance of friendly right along with him. ]
She doing okay?
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Yeah. She's fine. Girl's smart, just... eager.
[Taking another deep breath, Daryl put the box down, wiped his hand on his jeans, and then extended his hand.]
Daryl Dixon.
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[ It's spoken with a hint of warmth, like Dean's been there done that with the whole raising a kid thing. Not that he actually think she's his, but that's not the point. Taking care of the people around you is and he gets it, the need to keep someone close, anyone at all. Because a life like this drags everyone else away until you're clinging to the only hope you've got left. It's the best he can do to try and understand, like he's trying to get a grasp on an altogether new universe. New people, new place - it's hard to believe anyone's eager to make friends.
Trying to remain on side of non-threatening, Dean quirks his way to a welcoming grin, like he's done the introduction thing too many times over the course of his life. Though, it still comes off as a bit nervous. ]
Dean Winchester.
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See ya around.
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[ Dean somehow manages to sound pleased by the fact, or at the very least amused before his hands return to folding over his chest. At least he can be contended that things seemed to end far better this time around - at least he's not making enemies all over the place - and that he knows the name of at least one person here.
That's a start, right? ]