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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 + gates + other places (like the hotel)
[ 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~~♥
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[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.]
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No~ [ He chimes cheerfully. ] I'm not~ I'm just observing a little is all~