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JUMPSCARES MOD. ([personal profile] monstermasher) wrote in [community profile] jumpscares2015-07-09 11:52 am

( OPEN ) GAME START.

▶ WHO: Everyone.
▶ DATE: July 9th, 2015 (Day 1)
▶ WARNINGS: Blood, violence, general zombie horror.
▶ SUMMARY: You've met with a bad... however that line goes. Welcome to Earth.

GOOD MORNING!


Please try and ignore whatever it is that you just heard. It should only last for up to a minute... maybe.

It... it is morning, right?

There are no windows.

There's a light, but it's barely considered one. The compound runs on a solar generator, but that doesn't mean it has a lot of power. The light seems to be hanging from the ceiling, swinging precariously. That's when you might actually start to wake up, sit up, find the things that are familiar to you... and then some of the things that aren't. It'd be wise to explore the small room you're in before leaving through the steel door, but there's nobody around to tell you that.

Outside is a tightly knit compound, just as dark and metallic as the room. The hallway you're in houses dozens more doors identical to yours, and if you're unlucky there may be more people poking their heads out through them, just like you. There's a dull glowing sign that reads MEDICAL BAY but not all of you remember being hurt. Some of you may be just fine, apart from the memory of the sound you heard when waking up.

The Medical Bay is stocked with enough medicine to last a couple of months. There's almost everything that can be found in a hospital. Somebody was thinking ahead.

Outside of the Medical Bay are more doors, some are even locked—many aren't. There are living quarters, a food storage, a kitchen, some laboratories; even a room full of computers and nothing else, all with a screen asking for a password. There's only two doors out of the compound, a vehicle bay with what appear to be a few military jeeps and trucks, and the front doors. It's on the inside of the front doors that something is painted in bright red, flecked with what smell like blood:

DO NOT GO OUTSIDE WITHOUT A GUN AND WATER.
GUNSHOTS ATTRACT THEM.
HOLLOWS IS 1.3 MILES NORTH OF HERE.
GOOD LUCK.


And on the outside of the doors, if you choose to open them:

THE WORLD ENDED JULY 3RD, 2015.


Now... how long ago was that? And where is this place? Luckily for you, Hollows is a small town that can be raided. It hasn't been too long since the apocalypse—surely you'll be able to find something there. Batteries, food, weapons, maybe some people—and what you're guaranteed to find. Them, whatever that means.

Outside of the compound there's a fence with a single gate. Nothing can get past this unless you let them in for tea, so be careful. There's a shooting range and a large shed full of weapons and ammo, enough to last two months if you're careful. Guns, knives, anything that would be used by the military and police is hidden away in the shed. There are even a few hunting bows with arrows.

If you climb up the ladder to the top of the wall, there's enough room to walk along the top. There's definitely something moving in the distance, something you should definitely be worrying about. Maybe it's time to get a good look with a sniper rifle...?

Oh.

It's gone.

Maybe it was just a trick of the light. Regardless, it's impossible for everyone to stay in the compound forever. There are nefarious things at work! The choices are to go to Hollows, stick around, or go somewhere else. Really, the world is almost a blank slate. Maybe more of a used slate, but still yours to explore.

When the night comes, you should be hiding. The screamers, the ragers, whatever the hell they are, are running full tilt through the streets and across the landscape, running through anything in their way, ripping apart anything alive. If you don't make any noise, they won't notice you. Especially since they're stuck listening to each other. But if you get noticed by one, it won't be long until a horde forms... you might be able to outrun one for awhile, but they don't seem to let up on their breakneck pace. Maybe someone should have told you how to kill them.

OOC NOTES.


There will be zombies in Hollows. Whether you meet them on the way there is up to you. Apart from the undead and the animals (maybe somebody should let those poor creatures out of their houses) the town is completely deserted. In fact, the closest thing you can find to a human are the bodies of those who died without being bitten, and there's even few of those. You can find anything you'd find in a normal town here, and are free to loot and raid the houses and stores—the cops won't be coming, after all. The power is OFF apart from what you can find that is solar powered or still has a charge. If you're lucky and find another town while exploring the first few weeks, you might find an area that still has power—thank hydroelectricity.

Just keep in mind travel time... and travel expenses.

You have creative freedom over everything else. The world is open. The only stationary places are landmarks and cities—if you want to go to Texas and talk to the poor astronauts stranded up in space, it's there. (Might be a long trip, though...)

If your character can figure it out by geography before getting to Hollows, the compound is located a few hours from the west coast, in California.

The way to kill a zombie is blunt force to the head. The head doesn't need to be removed, but significant damage needs to be done to it. This does not include the throat—it needs to be a headshot.

There's also a glaring hint. The computers in the compound, asking for a password. It is impossible to hack at this time. There will be more on this later!

Finally, if your character is exploring outside of the compound (or extensively inside of it) there's a comment here for linking me the thread. You can also PM me! I'll be ducking in with what your character may or may not have found, via a response to the actual RP thread.

IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS please direct them here!
untodawn: (pic#9311841)

[personal profile] untodawn 2015-07-10 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ His hand is back on her shoulder before she could take that second step. Having just disarmed her, he was reticent to say the least to let her leave those gates without any knowledge with what was out there. ]
ironcurtain: (pic#9319915)

[personal profile] ironcurtain 2015-07-10 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh Pyro, you quiet little scamp. Of course they're good at moving quietly, given the nature of the job. Ambushing and all that. Of course Heavy does catch that familiar mumble, turning around cautiously only to be greeted by his comrade. Now that's a surprise. Beats running into the BLU Pyro. That's for sure.]

Is good to see you, friend. Tell me, do you know where we are?
debts: (it's wrong  what they say about)

[personal profile] debts 2015-07-10 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Don't. Move.

Natasha doesn't breathe. Her muscles stay locked up and still, and that is a wild animal nosing along her hair, bumping her chin. It takes effort, a conscious one, to make her heart stay the amount of beats it's producing.

She doesn't exhale or relax until the dinosaur takes two steps back. Natasha blinks as it seems to be&mdas; entirely disinterested in reacting with her now. There's no smile, but there is something that might border on wry amusement, panic-fear smothered quick into the center of her chest. It's over for the moment.
]

See you later.
embiggened: (r u pondering what i am pondering)

[personal profile] embiggened 2015-07-10 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
Nah.

It's just another day in the life. You should see me turn into a sofa.

[She glances down at the guy below her for a quick second before glancing out over the fence.

Then... she double takes.]
alonetogether: (pic#9259635)

[personal profile] alonetogether 2015-07-10 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
[She just stares at Steph.] Undead. Like, reanimated-corpse-style. That's... [Stupid. Ridiculous. Impossible.] Some serious Halloween bullshit.
alonetogether: (pic#9259622)

[personal profile] alonetogether 2015-07-10 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
I said, you're really good at that.

[Ellie has her own bow now, not hers, but one she can manage to bend and string. It took her a few tries to find one.]
embiggened: (wanna be your sidekick)

[personal profile] embiggened 2015-07-10 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
Oh.

My god.

It's you.

[She drops back to her normal height so fast that she worries about getting whiplash on her knees. It's him. The blond hair. The blue eyes. The physique. The shield. That beautiful shield. The one that he uses to protect Bucky in her fan- Okay slow down Kamala.]

Captain America!
controlledvariable: who lets me keyword things (Batgirl -- I know they're great tits)

[personal profile] controlledvariable 2015-07-10 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
Tell me about it.

[Her smile quirks into something a little wry, but she at least feels like things are settling.]

The only zombies I've had experience with were technically sort of reconstructed corpses made by aliens, so...

[Normal zombies are also weird.]
debts: (what we do to each other.)

[personal profile] debts 2015-07-10 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's a little like talking to Tony, without the dripping inflections in the micpiece of the Iron Man armor. The visor means he (the voice, definitely a he) can see her, but she can't see him. It's a little annoying. ]

I don't. But I'm not staying. [ Her arms are lax at her sides, but her thumb brushes the bump of the grip of her gun. It's not a threatening movement, though to say it's wholly absent of it probably wouldn't capture the sight of two superheroes staring at each other in the hallway. ]

Maybe a laboratory. I've seen gear in the medbay and computers that could have been used for research.

[ A shrug. ]

Who are you?
alonetogether: (pic#9259629)

[personal profile] alonetogether 2015-07-10 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
Get your giant robot sausage fingers off of me! [ She wants to punch him, but she knows that's stupid. ]
alonetogether: (pic#9259633)

[personal profile] alonetogether 2015-07-10 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
[A laugh that is only a little hysterical.] I totally wouldn't have believed that before today.
untodawn: (pic#9311842)

the wall

[personal profile] untodawn 2015-07-10 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ John is pacing and calling it patrolling the wall. Nervousness wasn't something that came on strongly enough to cloud his judgement, but he was familiar enough with irritation at dropping in on an unfamiliar place with vague intel and nothing but what he carried in. The MA5D assault rifle held at a shoulder ready carry and the sidearm was all he had on him, and has he quickly learned once he exhausted the ammunition on both of them he was SOL until he familiarized himself with the antiquated weapons floating around the compound; unguarded, he remembered with a hint of disapproval.

He was the biggest thing patrolling that wall, looking out over the low ledge at movement he couldn't track from this distance. When he first crossed Jason's path, he didn't even acknowledge him right away. To fixated on what was beyond the borders of the fence.
]
controlledvariable: (Batgirl -- come again?)

[personal profile] controlledvariable 2015-07-10 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
I should leave the talk about the multiverse until later then, huh?

[since, you know]
debts: (i've seen your true face:)

i used up all my new phone who dis jokes last night goddamnit

[personal profile] debts 2015-07-10 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah. That Trash King look? It's working out. Natasha's hand twitches but she doesn't go for the gun, pausing for half a keystroke before both hands keep typing. ]

I even tried 'guest'.

[ Dryly amused. She can glimpse him out her peripheral, but she bothers to turn over her shoulder. Thankfully, Natasha doesn't believe in placing a big Avengers A on the shoulders of her suit. The buckle's a little hard to ditch though. ]

Have any other ideas?
withoutaworld: (we are made to bleed)

[personal profile] withoutaworld 2015-07-10 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
The puppy nips at Ellie's fingers playfully, tail thumping softly against Rikki's chest.

Rikki frowns at the puppy, and then back at the compound. That hadn't occurred to her before, but...

"Huh. You're right. Maybe something happened to her. Whatever happened to the rest of this place...?"

Though she's not entirely sure anything did happen. It's empty, but she hasn't seen any damage, any bodies, any blood besides maybe on the door. None of this makes sense.
debts: (that i had for you.)

[personal profile] debts 2015-07-10 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
« Where we are. »

[ Hence, Google Maps, which isn't a cultural point she looks like she can be bothered explaining. ] « But I'm having some trouble cracking the password. »

[ "Some trouble." More like all the trouble. She looks over at him and this time her expression is a little more amused, lighter. ]

« Did you find that, or did you wake up with it? » [ Maybe it's worthwhile rethinking her theory of 'scientific facility' if they have that kind of heavy artillery. ]
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[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-10 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah." He combs a hand through his hair. "Not from here. I'm stationed in London."

He opens up the shed and whistles quietly. "Well, whoever left these here either wants us to make it or didn't expect to lose them."
untodawn: (pic#9311840)

[personal profile] untodawn 2015-07-10 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ John watches where he hand drifts down to her weapon but makes no movement towards his own in kind. He finds her caution reasonable, but that thing wouldn't do much but temporarily scramble his shields. And he wasn't here to start a fight - he just wanted to know why he was even here at all ]

Computers?

[ Dim light from the decrepit fluorescents swaying precariously on the crumbling roof catch his visor in poor facsimile to raising one's brow. ]

Are they working?

[ He had on that compact mirror a set of coordinate to what he didn't know, but a computer even an antiquated one was a start.

The question as to who he was goes tellingly unanswered.
]
debts: (we are all of us secret agents﹐)

[personal profile] debts 2015-07-10 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ She looks, this time, wholly amused. ]

This isn't an interrogation.

[ Natasha gives non-answers all the time, but he's all questions and no answers of his own. It's not entirely like she believes in balancing of scales in hostile environments, but she also doesn't know who he is, and she's already bumped into a real life dinosaur.

Naming things seems important, after a while.
]
usavatar: (pic#5902630)

[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-10 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ He lifts both hands to catch her, thinking something went wrong - and then she is suddenly short and he can't help grinning, because stretchy legs aside, he's a lot more used to that reaction than some of the ones he's been getting.]

Steve. What's your name? And how did you do that?
zombae: (and welcome them)

[personal profile] zombae 2015-07-10 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[The superpowers thing is going to turn out to be a disappointment. Well, relative immortality, unless you count a blow to the head, and the ability to mingle with other zombies without being seen as a tasty snack.

That last one might be useful, actually.]


So I don't freak people out? [Simulating your previous state was how they put it in rehab. In reality, freaked out people mean gun-happy people, and that's in nobody's best interests.

Maybe some of the undead think the living should get over it and accept them barefaced, but Kieren can't see that happening soon. Maybe not ever. And he hardly blames them, either, after what happened during the rising.]
mucked: (☂ she's the girl)

[personal profile] mucked 2015-07-10 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ with a mouthful like that, she couldn't tell a name from a rank. nor could she properly parse what she might call him in turn -- master? how uncouth. perhaps the number was...

no. she'd have to deal with her confusion later. for now, she fidgets and makes an uncertain attempt at offering a hand to shake. wariness flutters in her eyes. ]
Carter. [ huff. ] Peggy Carter.

[ agent. but whatever her performance might say about a military or intelligence background, she offers up no rank of her own. easier that way. ]
usavatar: (pic#8983286)

[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-10 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ He smoothes a hand protectively over his tie before catching himself.

He eyes the message again as they go past. ]
Definitely that. And not very helpful.
mucked: (☂ catch a tiger)

[personal profile] mucked 2015-07-10 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ she hasn't seen the sign. not yet. but she schools her expression and so doesn't react to this odd new morsel of news.

instead: ]
New York, actually. Quite a distance from...Edo.

[ ah, tokyo. once upon a time. curiouser and curiouser. ] In space and in time, I'm afraid.
zombae: (Default)

[personal profile] zombae 2015-07-10 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
...Thanks.

[Thanks, lady with the gun. He's still nervous of it, choosing to move in on her unarmed side but... she reminds him of his sister, somehow. And the one person she couldn't shoot was him. Not even in his rabid state - and that's what he'll turn into, without medicine. A ravaging, horror movie zombie who only wants to eat.

Which means it would be really nice if this med bay had some supplies. He walks with his head bowed, shoulders a little hunched, as unobtrusive as possible. But he steals glances at her, here and there.]


So I'm Kieren. [How does she feel about awkward smalltalk.]