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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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The forest; One were kitty to the 'rescue'!
He wasn't surprised that the walking dead were a reality. Honestly, his world had been turned rather on its ear when he'd become a lycanthrope and all the more when so many other supernatural beings had proven themselves real. How could he believe in some and automatically rule out the idea of zombies and their ilk.
He's moving through the woods, on higher alert than he'd ever been before, when a strange scent hits him squarely between the eyes. He pauses, co verse hovering over he ground and not a single muscle in his body moving save for that nose as he slowly breathed in. His gaze sweeps he surrounding area and falls on Castiel and if he'd been in either of his furrier forms, his fur would have begun to visibly bristle. The man he was watching wasn't human... Alex wasn't certain what he was, but he wasn't human.
And then one of the infected rises from the ground before the stranger and he stumbles backward, looking to have lost his balance, but Alex was already moving by that point. What good were enhanced abilities if you didn't use them, right? He dashes across the uneven terrain, hefting a branch as he moves, and comes at the infected with a full on 'home run' style swing, crushing in the side of the creature's skull. There is no question that it is dead... again. In the same motion, Alex spins and grabs for the front of Castiel's jacket, holding firmly so the other man doesn't continue to tumble to the ground.]
You okay?
[Golden eyes stare out of an extremely androgynous face, searching Castiel's own with concern. This close to the man, Alex is certain that he's not human and the other man's presence tickles over his skin in a most peculiar way. For his part, Castiel is free to know exactly what Alex is.]
I apologise for him in advance
He only gets his feet underneath him a moment later, and a moment after that gets his bearings enough to know that he's not immediately in trouble. This creature is trying to intercede on his behalf.
It's just that in Purgatory, there was no such thing as a friendly creature. It would have put a knife through his neck by now. His voice is a low growl, unfriendly: ]
Let me go.