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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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I won't fall.
[ Spoken with absolute, plain confidence. He's not going to fall. ]
The crate.
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Daryl lifted his chin, taking the request as a threat. He moved very cautiously over to the crate, still keeping his body facing forward, toward Jimmy. Bent himself over slowly, picked the crate up, then approached with that same wariness, crate held out at arm's length, and lightly by his fingertips.]
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Just place it there. Upside down, if you please. I just need a little more height.
[ If only he was a little taller in the first place. Sam would have been able to reach the cables through the space above. ]
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The place wasn't exactly a good spot for a fight as it was. And the blade Jimmy had, had a longer reach than Daryl's knife. If he could put some distance between them, Daryl would be able to throw his to good effect. But it would be better to just disengage. Get his people out and safe while the other man was distracted with the electrical.
He could have his crate and wouldn't get any further argument from Daryl.]
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From there, he could reach up, taking a tight hold of the the bundle of wires in the ceiling space, wrapping his hand once around it, tight.
And then he pulls, and the plaster on the wall some twelve feet away from them breaks, as the wires are pulled away from their anchor there.
Cas jumps down, trailing the wire behind him, and turns his back on Daryl as he reels it in. ]
How much do you need?
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As Jimmy reeled the wires in, Daryl's eyes followed them back to the old anchor and the wall supports he could see through the new hole. Worried now about the potential structural damage that had happened. On top of the whole Jimmy might try to gut him thing.
He turned his body sideways and kept his head down, looking at the man from under shaggy and stringy bangs. His tongue darted out to lick dry lips and did little to help while he mentally got himself together. Another gulped breath before he spoke, quietly, subdued.]
That's good.
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Still, for the moment he's oblivious, reeling the wire down a little further before bringing the blade to the edges. It takes a little work - sharp as it is, strong as he is, there's six small wires and their plastic coating to snap through, before he returns his blade to where it came from, and turns to offer the coiled wire up toward Daryl, cheerfully. ]
Here you go.
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Then he took a step back. To put some space between them without it being too obvious he was ready to bolt at a second's notice. And then he waited. The blade was put away, but he'd seen how fast it could be pulled, dropped out of that sleeve. And he was still close enough that with it's length, he was in danger should it come out again.
So he waited, quiet, to see if there was anything else Jimmy wanted to say or do.]
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[ Since Daryl was stepping back, Castiel eased back too, content to let him go. But-- ]
If there's anything else you need help with, let me know. [ He nodded his head, as though that were the end of it, but the fear... He could feel it now, encroaching on his senses. Oops. Was that him? ] I'll be right here.
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Daryl nodded and continued in his walk backwards, keeping slow, wary. At the end of the aisle, he finally turned his body a bit more and broke eye contact with Jimmy to search for Athena. He needed to find her and get her out of there.]