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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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Minimart & Supercenter
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. ]
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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.
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Don't worry about it. [ Thomas would be asking a million questions, he's surprised the other boy isn't in front of him asking them all, and for a moment he spares a glance behind him before he's looking back at her. ] I'll try to say somethin' next time; bloody good thing these things can't talk.
[ He'll just silently accept he doesn't want to be on the business end of her tattoo, probably. ]
Where are you goin'?
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Is that where you're headed as well?
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still, regardless of his habit of wandering off on his own, thomas has been keeping a near obsessively close eye on newt - only half of which he can credit to vague suspicion of who, or rather what, he is. as much as thomas knows it's the smarter thing to keep the notion in mind, thomas hasn't been a huge fan of "the thing that makes the more logically sound sense" since waking up in the maze. the majority it is simple - he's terrified of seeing him sick again. the thing they found in the woods didn't quite seem like a crank, and didn't act like one (not the ones Thomas knows, at least, and there's still that issue of discrepancy with his and Newt's worlds...), but how likely is he immune in his world but not in thomas's? hell, thomas doesn't even know if he's safe from this... whatever it is, considering it's not the Flare. It doesn't look like the Flare.
shit.
they best they can do now is prepare. get ready for when shit hits the fan, because it will. it always does. ]
Try looking for something we can eat or drink. Stuff we can make into weapons. Maybe rope? Rope's always good, right?
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Maybe it wasn't really even there, maybe he was losing his mind, going crazy. Thomas protected him, made sure he was okay, he's done nothing but protect him since they'd bumped into each other. Creepy watching aside, he'd let Thomas come to him if he had something to say, or try to coax it out of him.
So when the request is made, Newt nods. ] This place looks like it's been abandoned a long time, we're probably going to have to hunt for any food or forage it. Any kinda weapon you're lookin' for in particular?
[ His shoulders seem to relax at Thomas's questions, yes rope is always good. The look he aims at the other boy says he's mildly amused by the question, but yes, ultimately he agrees with the idea of rope being a necessity.
When they get to the front of the supercenter, Newt stops, still standing in the parking lot and taking in what he's seeing. Every window and every door is boarded up and closed tight with hurricane shutters. In front of the doors are cars jammed up to make them inaccessible.
There was no way they were getting inside, at least not today, not without a lot of work. ]
This looks... different.