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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!
shuckit: (pic#8651238)

jfkldsa wow that's usually his job tbh

[personal profile] shuckit 2015-07-16 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Steve's getting a sideways sort of look, like it's strange that he's surprised by this. That he doesn't get that nowhere is safe, out in the world. Thomas pauses, lips moving for a moment with words he hadn't quite decided on yet.

"Where... did you come from? Before here." He settles on that. When him and his friends were trapped in the Maze, they didn't know anything about the outside world. Maybe this guy's the same? "What's 'the Flare' mean to you? 'WICKED'?"
wplusm1: (C - 5)

[personal profile] wplusm1 2015-07-16 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Pyro happily accepts the hat, placing on their head and clapping excitedly. ]

Huhuhuhuhuh! Fhank yuh!
usavatar: (pic#1406945)

meant to be

[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-16 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Before here I was in London." They definitely aren't on the same page. Is he Hydra? Did they get their hands on that kind of technology? Stark had said that what they found inside the sub was vastly beyond anything he'd built himself.

"Solar flares? Wicked what?"

Question-off.
debts: (accidents never happen when the room is)

[personal profile] debts 2015-07-17 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
I can't turn back time.

[ It sounds sort of abrupt, but Natasha's joking, because.... hourglass. On her belt. Ha ha. Time. Isn't that hilarious? ]
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[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-17 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
[He starts to say You know I'd do the same for you, right? before he stops himself. Worse than silence would be Bucky saying no, he doesn't. That would be worse than anything.

Instead he jerks his head toward the interior of the compound.]


Hungry?
usavatar: (pic#1406851)

[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-17 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
So... I'm sorry if this is rude, but are you human? [Look he had to ask eventually.]
usavatar: (pic#2797477)

[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-17 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
"So do mine."

And he stops for a half-step, because so do his. His friends. His multiple friends. The group of individuals who see him as one of their own.

"Less weird than this, at least."
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[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-17 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ The hesitant smile turns into a grin. He likes Pietro.

Hopefully the two of them can find his sister. He starts up the car and heads out the bay doors, rumbling over the terrain outside of the compound.]


Spiral out from the base to that Hollows place, do you think? There might be more people out here.
usavatar: (pic#5919386)

[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-17 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
So she knows the military, or at least knows how to read his insignia. Interesting, and perhaps relevant, and very possibly dangerous, given the situation.

"Yes ma'am." He can't stand precisely at-ease with the shield on his arm, but one hand goes to his back, the other hanging at his side with his prize. "I beg your pardon, but is this your facility?"
wipedclean: (if you remember)

[personal profile] wipedclean 2015-07-17 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
[He hesitates as he considers, his hands open and closing.

The best way to figure out how he feels about this man is by observing him. Spending time with him. Even if he's wary.

And yes, he is hungry.

So he nods.]


Yes.
oplourgia: (halo? is this some trent reznor bs?)

[personal profile] oplourgia 2015-07-17 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
That's like someone asking Steve if he's in charge of the local Ren Faire, and incredulity flashes across Halsey's face before she manages to school her expression back to reasonably-pleasant neutrality.

"Any facility of mine would be far better managed. No, I'm as lost as I presume you are." It occurs to Halsey that he, unlike her, would have started out on Earth, and something that might be a wry grin tugs at the corner of her mouth. "...Perhaps more so."
mentalisolate: ({DoFP} Ha)

Charles Xavier | Any format | OTA

[personal profile] mentalisolate 2015-07-17 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Charles feels that, at least, a little bit of warning from Logan might have been polite. But then, perhaps this is a consequence of changing things, this kidnapping, waking up somewhere strange and doing his best not to panic. Maybe his alternate self was never taken to this...barren place. For whatever reason, the change with Raven has led him here.

And it is barren: he can sense people, of course, he noticed them the moment he woke up, reaching for familiarity. But the minds are all gathered close by, and beyond a certain distance is something odd, like static, like tuning through stations on a radio. He retreats from that, discomfited, and moves through the easier minds, hand at his temple as he lies on the bed where he woke up, not quite ready yet to make the move to his chair (which whoever it is has left with him, thank god), not before he knows a bit more about the situation.

By the time he's up and transferring, he knows little more. Everyone here seems to be nearly as uninformed as he is, or at least as new to wherever this place is. He'll have to ask around directly to learn anything else as he's still years out of practise. Stowing the few items he found in the room in his bag (better safe, probably) he moves out into the hallway. He's been long enough searching with his mind that a good deal of people have moved outside of where he can truly reach, but there are still people inside, and a laboratory he wants to have a look at. He's not to have a break from the chaos, it seems. It figures.


[ooc: SO if anyone would notice Charles in their head for whatever reason (their own powers, experience with telepaths, etc.) that is totally an option, and here is a permissions post if you like.]
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[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-17 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
He catches that expression, though he's not sure how to interpret it yet. He can guess, but guessing games in a situation like this lead to bodies. That's one lesson he doesn't need to learn the hard way to appreciate.

"No insult meant." He slides his shield off of his arm and places it against the wall, close at hand, easy to reach, but out of the way of their conversation. "Captain Steve Rogers, United States Army."

The introduction comes with another, more firm salute, since she responded well to that the first time.
mucked: (☂ your face to face)

[personal profile] mucked 2015-07-17 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
"--I'm beginning to wonder whether these are gifts of a sort. Legitimate clues. Or whether they're merely the things belonging to whatever unhappy souls had these cells before us."

Of course, they aren't really cells. But Peggy can't help but think of them as such. She (with due care and respect) takes the folder and lifts it open. Thinking it would be utterly rude to lapse into reading it right now, she gives it only a cursory glance.

"What did you make of it?"
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[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-17 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Steve finds his way back to the kitchen without trouble, pulling out a few necessities for simple pasta - he's a little surprised everything he needs is here - and very casually finding the freezer.

There's chocolate ice cream. Steve manages to keep his triumph hidden and, without looking Bucky's way, sets it on the counter nearest his friend.]
mucked: (☂ 'cause the hypnotist entranced him)

[personal profile] mucked 2015-07-17 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Mister Barton."

She polishes her unfinished sentence with a name. Respectful. Distant. And she shakes his hand with that manner of handshake best-loved in an older time: firm and brief and impersonal. She is no weak-wristed milquetoast. She draws no explicit attention to how long it had taken him to return it. She makes no verbal note of how stunned he'd seemed -- almost as though he knows the name. Curious.

"As I was saying, it's a shame I can't say it's a pleasure."
Edited 2015-07-17 01:12 (UTC)
oplourgia: (fortunately for you i'm a genius)

[personal profile] oplourgia 2015-07-17 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not insulted." She rises to greet him, finally, her full height in her practical flats still making her significantly shorter than he is.

"Dr. Catherine Halsey, Office of Naval Intelligence, United Nations Space Command." The list of her affiliations is very dry, since Halsey is currently under arrest for war crimes. "Pleased to meet you, Captain Rogers."

Civilians don't salute, and she simply offers a hand to shake.
debts: (the fear: that nothing survives.)

[personal profile] debts 2015-07-17 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah." The word falls flat. It's not that Natasha's distracted, but there's a certain plainness in it— they do, and that sentiment sinks like a stone in the air. Her eyes flick between the horizon, the vague shape of movement, and then to Bruce. He might not move, but he changes.

Into what, well, the jury's still out. And besides— that's not what they're talking about right now.

"I tried. I couldn't crack it," she says, and there's no trace of the irritation she felt at that earlier. "You don't hide something you don't want out."
debts: (there is a dark thing in you.)

[personal profile] debts 2015-07-17 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
« Sure. »

[ All roles, no codenames, different ethnic backgrounds. That's sort of interesting.

Natasha quirks a brow.
]

Catch you later, alligator.

[ Americanisms as she exits. She thinks she's really funny. ]
debts: (pain makes a noise.)

[personal profile] debts 2015-07-17 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ She laughs. It's not cruel or, in any way, dramatic. It's just— The smile reaches her eyes, stays there. ]

You know, I don't meet a lot of people more paranoid than me.

[ A pointed beat later, she adds: ] Robin.
knightbynight: (108)

[personal profile] knightbynight 2015-07-17 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
"No." It's equally flat, though he doesn't leave it there. Doesn't leave it there primarily because he's talking to himself as much as he is her, even if he does glance toward her for a moment before he goes on. "You destroy it."

It was a computer system. There were methods to destroy whatever those computers were holding, easy ones - far easier than the security placed on the system. That was telling. "I tried, too. I didn't get anywhere, either." And he didn't like it.

Another bit of time staring at the movement int he distance, and realizing they're not coming closer, for now, he pivots and drops off the wall - sans ladder, thank you. Then looks up at her. "I owe you dinner."
debts: (with a steak knife at a rest stop﹐)

[personal profile] debts 2015-07-17 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
I saw a dinosaur.

[ Natasha says bluntly, because it's hilarious but, right now, she's sort of torn between two emotions she can't give enough of a fuck about to filter. Her jaw tenses, just once, and then her eyes clock the flashlight. ]

Like a laser? [ Frowning. ]
debts: (everyone understands this.)

[personal profile] debts 2015-07-17 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Her expression splits, shutters, and lands on something that's equal parts pleased and obviously flirtatious. She follows him, pivoting and dropping from the wall at the same point; she tucks and lands in a roll, straightening to look at him in a way that suggests that if they're measuring the size of gymnastic dicks, he's got a way to go. But, you know. It could be fun.

"You do," she agrees, and Natasha's mouth quirks. "I'm thinking black tie? Pick me up in your limo at seven?"