jumpscares | it's a very merry christmas

▶ WHO: Everyone!
▶ DATE: 11:11am, Day 6
▶ WARNINGS: FIRE AND DESTRUCTION.
▶ SUMMARY: It's your birthday.

WAKE UP, SUNSHINE!

At 11:11am, there will be a single flash of light, bright enough to show up in the sky over all of California. It won't give you any lasting damage, don't worry. It lasts for a second, if that, and is soon gone.

Only to be followed minutes later by a loud crack that shakes everything.

The sound eventually fades away, leaving a large trail of smoke pouring from some kind of accident.

If characters choose to investigate this, they'll find the remains of a high speed train that had mysteriously appeared out of nowhere and had driven directly into a... mountainside. Everything is on fire and nothing is okay—but amazingly, there don't seem to be any people on board. Or, uh, remains of people. Only melting, twisted metal and heat—the train was large, and part of it was driven up the mountain by the sheer force of the hit. It's an immediate danger zone, not something to be trifled with.

Inside the wreckage is a large rate full of walkie talkie type radios. That's it. For a train that was at least three times the height of a normal train, it sure didn't pack much. And once the radios are found, three things will happen.

Zombies will start advancing on the wreckage from all directions. It's not night, so the running screamy zombies aren't around, but oh wow that is a lot of shambling guys...

A male voice can be heard through a speaker hanging half off of the side of the train. "Hey! Hey, look, I know it's all shitty right now—you need to find the s—and wait—go to V—idiot left it there before h—ied, and I'll—you in a few—" before the interference is just too much to hear.

A piece of paper is sitting on top of the crate. It gives clear directions to the new radio tower, situated nearby.

Now you have radios, and a horde is forming right before your eyes.

OOC NOTES.

The train crash is located five or so miles from the compound. The radio tower can hold around 30 characters at once if you squish. How you disperse the zombies and get back to the compound (or wherever you're going) is up to you! Please view the OOC Post for potential plans and strategies, if you'd like!

If you're not interested in anything in this log, you can stay behind—the compound and anywhere nearby might be a little safer for awhile, since the zombies are all flocking to one place.

And while you're exploring the crash/landscape/tower, you might find something... here is the new permanent turn in post!

Any attempts to contact the man from the train speaker will be met with... radio silence.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ scott's loitering. there's still people who haven't moved on, and it isn't that scott thinks no one can take care of themselves, but if a shambling herd of zombie starts approaching, chances are scott will hear it before anyone else. he's straining so hard listening for the warning zombie noises that when river brushes by him scott nearly jumps out of his skin. ]

Um. Hi?

[ he ventures, looking down at her. ]

Are you going to take a radio?

[ At Scott's question, River leads trailing fingers across the edge of the crate, stopping only once she cannot reach it any longer. An inquisitive hmm sound and she turned to shrug at him. ]

It all feels like a test. Constructed to deconstruct their problems. So I don't trust their boons, either. What does it take to bring people from other worlds, other times, other realities? What does it take to run a locomotive into a mountain?

[ She makes a face. ]

Should I? How do we know who is whom is speaking?

[ what. ]

Us. [ scott musters after a minute, taking a walkie-talkie out of his backpack. ] So we can talk to each other when we go out. It'll probably be a good thing.

[ probably. scott might not totally be following river's train of thought, but he must agree to a point. he doesn't completely trust whatever brought them here either, but he doesn't think they're in a position to turn down any kind of advantage they come across. ]

...it's just a radio, though. [ Still. She picks one up and compares it to his. The same, except a number somewhere. Maybe. Or maybe she's just assuming there'd be some way of identifying it beyond nailpolish stating this is mine.

River is totally gonna nailpolish hers. Or paint it bizarre colors. Something.

Later.

Now: ] No image, no capture. No messages. Real-time only. What if someone's sleeping? How far apart can it work? There have to be satellites. Something with that would've been better.

Hi, Scott.

We'll have to test them.

[ because scott doesn't know the answers, not yet. how far, how long, things like that are going to be important. scott's forehead wrinkles in thought as he turns one over in his hands, before he looks back to river. ]

Hi River. [ with a small smile, relaxing. ] I didn't know you were coming out here too.

[ but almost everyone had been coming out here. scott doesn't know why he's surprised. ]

Okay.

[ she accepts this - they'll test them, and they'll spread the word somehow. or maybe others will think to test it too.

at the mention of coming out she shrugs. he came out. so many of them did. most of the ones who could fight and who were nosy enough, those who put that above an interest in staying safe in the more familiar. ]

Have you tried going home yet?

I don't think where I live exists here.

[ scott answers, because what else could she mean? he woke up in a small room, on a bed that smelled like death and rot. this might be california, but it doesn't have beacon hills.

or it's easier to think that beacon hills just doesn't exist rather than to consider that it's completely overrun and whoever had been there, his mom, stiles, derek, were all dead or part of the hoard. ]

Can you get home from here? Do you know the way?

It's... [ a sigh. she flails her hands in immediate frustration. ] It's another planet she called home once and home now is Serenity, a ship, in space, far far from Earth. If it exists, it can't reach here, and here is not now but past, too far past, the technology and the history all gone.

Home doesn't exist here for her either. So she wants to see what happened elsewhere. The cities.

it's a very merry christmas

omg :3 hi river. let's say trainwreck.

hiiiiii omg so excite!!

already my fave scoops up river

she'd ride around on his shoulders lbr

the best vantage point for zombie look out of course.

hehehehehehhehhe

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