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▶ WHO: Everyone!
▶ DATE: August 9th, evening (IC)
▶ WARNINGS: N/A yet.
▶ SUMMARY: A small mingle, for any purpose!

[ Good evening, everyone!

Well, actually it's not. It's raining—hard. Is it supposed to be? Who knows. But there's a thunderstorm rolling in, and zombies aren't immune to being struck by lightning.

Really, though—there's nothing entirely extraordinary about tonight. It's what you choose to make of it.

OOC: This is just a quick little mingle; your characters can be doing whatever you'd like! ARE THEY HUDDLING FOR SHELTER FROM THE STORM? REMINISCING ABOUT FOND RAINY DAY MEMORIES? IS THERE A MURDER GOING ON SOMEWHERE? ARE YOU STILL TRYING TO PIECE TOGETHER EVIDENCE OF WHY YOU'RE HERE? ]

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She's outside the wall when she wakes up, wearing some of the clothes that she and Steph brought back from their trip. No backpack. No weapons. Not even her knife. She remembers dreaming, vaguely, of painfully bright lights, but that's it. There's no way she sleepwalked through those front gates.

Ellie scrambles onto all fours, peering up toward the wall through the increasing cover of rain. Her heart kicks against her ribs, and there's an autumn chill in the way her clothes cling to her skin.

Upright. Moving forward in a crouch, quiet as a mouse.

Please, please let someone be on the wall or at the gate.

Otherwise, she might be a little screwed.

[These days, Regina mostly sticks close to her family. She's rarely alone, her watchful eyes on Henry at all times. And Emma, too, of course -- she's possibly never going to get over the woman's sudden vanishing act. It's not the easiest thing; Regina sees that Emma's in a bad mental state - and who wouldn't be, considering? -- but she doesn't know what to do about it, so she mostly just watches.

Keeping their son from foolish ideas of adventure is enough of a chore for both of them, anyway. He is way too excited about the whole thing.

Right now, though, she is having a moment to her own, tending to the small herb garden Ollie Stallworth left behind. The young witch had decided to seek her fortune elsewhere and Regina's been taking care of the garden since. It's not much, but she still thinks the herbs could be useful someday. Occasionally, she takes some for small wound treatments -- and as condiment, if she's honest. The canned food started tasting stale fast.

And of course, it's just her luck that it begins to pour buckets whilst she is in the midst of digging. The first few droplets don't bother her, but then the rain gets heavier very quickly, enough for Regina to let out a surprised squeal and run for shelter in the doorway to the yard, where she huddles and hugs herself, dripping.]

Well, at least it'll make the plants happy.

[She shakes her head, then remembers her magic and dries herself off with the wave of a hand.]

a ▶ the kitchen

[There's a project in the kitchen that's taken up Steph's spare time in the last couple of weeks, because something really had to be done about the coffee situation. The first issue had been finding the coffee; beans don't stay fresh forever and instant tastes revolting, but eventually she'd scrounged up some freeze-dried grounds, which won't be as good as fresh ones, but it's something.

A coffee maker was easy enough to find, but, well, she doesn't want something that relies on electricity, so she's rigged up a slow drip brewer.

Science.

All for the sake of coffee.

A rainy day is a good time to test it, anyway, after it's been filtering for two days (with a DO NOT TOUCH sign right in front. There's enough for a few mugs of coffee, but Steph starts with one, pouring it carefully into a cup before adding some sugar that she scrounged up. She takes a deep breath, sighing happily, then takes a sip.]

There is a god.

[She's going to be there for at least an hour, enjoying her coffee. She might even share if someone asks nicely, just don't comment on the oddness of a woman in a superhero costume drinking coffee.]

b ▶ the roof

[Somehow Steph doubts that anyone has ventured out into the rain tonight, so she doesn't see the need to venture out as well just to patrol. Still, Steph climbs up to the rooftop of the compound, for the sake of keeping an eye out on the horizon, but also just to enjoy watching the storm roll over ahead.

Her Batgirl suit keeps her dry (and lightning-proof), and the lenses in her cowl let her see out into the dark, just in case there does happen to be anyone nearby who does need help.

Really, though, she just likes the smell of lightning and rain in the air.]

c ▶ wildcard

[When she isn't brewing coffee or playing lightning rod on the roof, Steph is wandering the halls, finding things to do to keep herself busy, either in the labs or the shared communal spaces. Someone has to clean the showers, after all.]

i ) dicking around with the computers

[ jim has been sitting on this for a couple of days. this being the small, green data stick he'd found when he first woke up here. the compound itself still had power, so it was just a matter of him looking in order to find a small lab with a working computer.

only all of these old bricks of technology seem to need passwords. don't get him wrong, he likes antiques, certain antiques, and right now, he would trade an awful lot for a regular old tricorder. right, fine. okay. it might not be the kobayashi maru and sure, he isn't as good as gaila or chekov, but he's not without his skills. under his breath: ]

All right, let's see what we've got here.

[ right now, that little green data stick is going to stay safely in his pocket while he works on getting past the passwords and familiarizing himself with the tech itself. ]

ii ) kitchen

[ well, after a walk through and around the main part of the compound, jim headed to the kitchen to check out the supplies they had on hand. supply runs are probably a thing, at least he hoped they are, but if whatever is happening here is everywhere---well, it's only going to last so long. they are going to need a more long term solution, and if it isn't going already, rationing will probably be a Thing.

if anyone is already taking this into account, or they have a system in place, he'd be keen to put heads together to work out more options. if that isn't anyone's thing, then you can find him writing on some scrounged up paper with a broken pencil with no eraser at the end. ]

ii ) wildcard

[ if you haven't run into him in either of those places, feel free to do so anywhere else! he'd like to get a running list of the things that are readily available for use. he's also still carrying his trident around on his back in the makeshift holster he made out of his gold uniform shirt until he can figure out something else. seems like a poor life choice to wander around without some kind of weapon to defend yourself.

he's not the sort to sit idly by. he's a starfleet officer and a starship captain. it's his job to look out for people, if you feel like there's anything he can help you out with, or you just want some company, he's down for it. ]

a >> Vehicle Bay

He left, the moment he could comfortably do so without being accosted by --

His mind seizes up on the image of that worm-thing whenever he recalls it. The point is that he left, to see what kind of world existed outside of this bizarre little military death post. To find a blurry edge or a familiar feeling to say that yes, this is a dream. Yes, this is insanity.

What he found was more of those dead things. Zombies. A pop-culture word he'd never had real reason to use except in applying it to his superiors.

He's in the vehicle bay, tuning up the jeep he took and cleaning bits of rot and gore from the grill and wheel wells. Occasionally wincing, as he pulls something still healing or moves in a way that makes bruised bones grind.

He may have taken his feelings out on the walking dead.

b >> The Roof

Looking out at the empty world turns his stomach. Solo dislikes involuntary reactions. Thus, here he stands, slacks and a tidy button-up shirt, getting soaked through as he memorizes the landscape.

Maybe, somewhere, Kuryakin and Gabby are out there. It makes as much sense as Solo himself being here.

Besides, finding his partners - his associates - is better than standing here and waiting for something else to leave holes like bomb scars in the front lawn.

c >> Wildcard

He might be sniping zombies from the barracks walls, poking around near the (or in) the radio tower, or trying to figure out the computers and swearing in several languages. He could also be in the kitchen making magical smells out of mediocre supplies.

He's good at that.

Edited 2015-10-18 08:40 (UTC)

[Steve wakes up in his room, mind still fogged with dreams of bright lights that turned into dreams of Erskine's procedure, which for some reason was in London, attended by rank after rank of Colonel Phillips with a long-haired Bucky standing in the back, holding a sniper rifle trained on Erskine.

Waking was a jolt. Not the kind that comes with the crescendo of a nightmare - more like a spike of confusion that dragged him back into consciousness.

He swings his feet out of the bed, feeling rusty, his mouth tasting like it desperately needs a good brushing.

He needs to check in with Peggy and Natasha. See how Bucky's doing. Do a check of the compound and see if anyone else has vanished.

Steve rubs his eyes and stands, trying to remember when he decided to take a nap.]

[ heads up: roger is non-verbal in his wolf form! he's still in possession of human reasoning, though, and it's possible to find ways to communicate with him. telepaths and the like, if we have any, are free to speak with him that way! ]

one → outside the compound, inside the fence (wolf);

[ nobody likes the smell of a wet dog, and that includes roger. but nobody likes being wet, either, so there's not a lot of traffic outside the compound right now. there's a wolf pacing the inside of the fence, nose to the ground. he stops now and then to scratch experimentally at the wet earth.

roger knows that digging a breach under the fence is a bad fucking idea. but it's a way worse idea for someone else than it is for him: if there's a way under the fence, roger can leave at his leisure, hunt in the woods, and not have to spend any time outside the gates, naked and two-legged and stashing his clothes in a log infested with zombie termites. sure, maybe something can get in under the fence. probably nothing big enough or undead enough to worry about, but 'probably' isn't anyone's favorite word during the apocalypse.

still, roger's willing to take that chance. he doesn't expect anyone else to be. ]

two → in the halls (wolf) / roger's room (human);

[ having done a reasonable amount of investigation along the fence, and not being particularly keen on getting any muddier, roger's coming back inside.

that is, he's leaving muddy pawprints down the corridors on his way back to his room, because why would he leave his clothes outside to get wet, too? he'd left the compound as a wolf, so he's coming back as a wolf. hopefully no one sees the mess before he can clean it up.

occasionally, his paws slip on the floors: anyone following the tracks might be left with the impression of a clumsy golden retriever instead of a ~*~majestic wolf~*~. the tracks lead back to roger's room. ]

three → medical bay (human);

[ dry and clothed, roger is now searching for cleaning supplies. the medical bay seemed like a place to start. besides, while he's here, he can get an idea of what's around for first aid. if he wants to make friends, he figures that's one skill he has that's marketable in these dark times. can't kill the doctor, right?

he contemplates whether he could convince anyone he's a doctor. ]

A - Mess Hall

[In the afternoon Steph can be found seated at a table in the mess hall with a plate of food she's idly picking at. Most of her attention is focused on the map next to the plate. It's the one she found when she woke up, and one she's been studying on and off when she gets the chance.

Where is this place? Is it nearby? Can she get there? Can she make it outside the compound? That's the real question. ]

B - Open Room

[Just because she's stuck in weird zombie dimension doesn't mean she should slack off on her training. She can hear Eiko lecturing her without her even being here. Though honestly she wishes Catwoman 2.0 were here to help. To teach her new things. But there are plenty of others here as well, and most of them seem nice enough.

Still she finds a mostly empty room to train in. Where she can't knock anything over, or get hurt. Going over her teacher's mantras in her head and practicing the moves, and tricks she's been taught. Focus and control are the main things she has to focus on.

She might be meditating, or she might be in the middle of an aerial move of some sort. Either way, a training partner would be much appreciated. She's still a little green. ]

C - Wild Card

[Choose your own adventure!]

[Peggy wakes with a gasp, and for a few moments until her brain fully realizes she's awake, it feels like she's still in the water. The first thing occurs to her once consciousness is hers is that she is not in her bed. She's not in anywhere she recognizes. A wave of panic courses through her, but she keeps calm, slowly sitting up and taking in the room. It reminds her of training, of the war, it's the opposite of the Griffith.]

[Slowly, she shifts herself up and out of the bed, feet touching the floor. No alarms sound, so she stands up fully and investigates the room. Under the bed she finds a strange lighter, and in the locker is a piece of paper with some coordinates. She'll focus on that later, but for now she needs to know more about where she is. The door is unlocked, to her surprise, but she's not about to complain about it. Wherever she is, it reminds Peggy of the war, only in a much worse way. It's some sort of compound - and a compound means weapons, so she makes that her first priority. She can't do anything about the coordinates until she feels safely armed.]

( a )

[But she doesn't find any armory right away. The compound is larger than she anticipated, and Peggy is hesitant to move too fast, hence she make too much noise. It isn't a prison, but unless she knows without a doubt she's allowed to leave, she can't bring herself to feel safe.]

[There's a bulletin board. It's not the first sign of life, not the first sign of others, but it is somewhat of a positive spot on how drab the rest of the building is so far. She walks up to it and looks it over carefully, occasionally brushing her fingers over notices tacked on the wall. It would be nice, to see a familiar face, but Peggy's already gotten herself into solitude mode, so she isn't expecting anything.]

[From the top, she can see beyond the fence. There are bodies moving out there, and she can't quite tell what they are from this distance, but they're sickly and monsterlike enough that she knows they're a threat, that the fence is keeping them out. It just cements the idea that there must be weapons in the facility somewhere, and she needs them.]

( b )

[She finds the fence, once she's out of the compound. Normally, she isn't a fan of fences, but it doesn't take her long to realize what's on the outside, which honestly only ups the what the hell? factor. But - if there's anyone else outside, she will absolutely approach them, looking rather determined and grim at once. It may or may not be a little offputting, but Peggy always holds herself with presence.]

Excuse me, it's extremely important I find some sort of armory. Please tell me they haven't dumped us defenseless.

[She'll be SO PRESSED.]

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