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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!

[personal profile] queenoftherock 2015-07-17 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Yes. Floyd Lawton is here.

[A name Oliver isn't sure Barry would know, but he throws it out there to test the waters first.]

People who seem to know me, in some way. A man with bat ears and a cowl. Zombies. Rations, stock piles. This place is as much a fortress as a military base.
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[personal profile] villainously 2015-07-17 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
( there's not a carpet of frost around her, which means she isn't as bad off as she was when she arrived in Storybrooke. he seems to take her at her word. )

Not particularly. I've got to get back to Storybrooke, it's vital. Emma's in danger. ( Emma and Elsa were friends, she'll understand his urgency, considering the fact she'd always seemed a little too aware for his affection for the savior. as for knowing anything, well... he shakes his head. ) I just woke up here. Same as many of us, I take it.

[personal profile] queenoftherock 2015-07-17 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Oliver glances at her, then at the amoxcillin.]

Keep it. It's yours.

[He's not going to take something useful from her, not at all. What kind of man would he be? He could find his own, or likely make some concoction out of medicinal herbs, if those exist.

Oliver, though, smirks at her comment.]


I don't do morphine.
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[personal profile] villainously 2015-07-17 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
( um no it's just honesty??? you look ridiculous dude, EVEN CAPTAIN HOOK THINKS SO.

Hook just makes a face at the comment, mostly because he doesn't understand it. )


What's a vampire? ( look, this is updated pirate chic, okay? don't be so jealous that they ran out of black when they made your loser suit, Barry. )
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[personal profile] alonetogether 2015-07-17 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[North it is. With weird green-leather-hoodie-guy. Can she walk in silence for fifteen to twenty minutes?

Survey says no.]


So where are you from?
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[personal profile] alonetogether 2015-07-17 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not from Colorado. I'm from Boston.

[ Terse? Terse. She never really had a reason to look beyond the East Coast, not until - well, everything.]
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[personal profile] bronzini 2015-07-17 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
OK.

[ she tucks it back away without argument. this really doesn't seem like the place to go getting all noble, and - well, snap decisions in place but this guy kind of looks like he can take care of himself. not that bacterial infections care about that kind of thing, generally. ahem. ]

I wasn't trying to raid the supplies or anything, I just wanted to be prepared. [ and, ok, congratulations this may be her very first zombie apocalypse smile. ] Don't do morphine implying there are other things you do or don't do morphine as in you're scandalized by the very suggestion?
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[personal profile] bronzini 2015-07-17 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
Gwen's moved on from the med bay, trying all the doors. Some stay locked and some look like bedrooms, dirty and cold. She still hasn't found whoever she heard screaming. She's not entirely sure whether that's a good thing or a bad one. The purposelessness of her movements is starting to get to her, when she rounds a corner and turns into a darkened laboratory. There's a sigh that escapes her, posture settling from stiff and harried into something that's not quite relaxed, but almost normal.

This at least, is a setting she recognizes.

She might be alone and woefully ill-equipped to deal with the situation she's fallen into, but laboratories she gets.

The routine's familiar enough, although she's never examined lab equipment under cover of darkness before. Oscorp was usually pretty well-lit. And there was visible lack of an end of the world in sight.

"Seems pretty up to date."

Gwen's muttering to herself, no big deal. She comes across a few desks with locked drawers in her inspection: seems like the kind of thing any rational person would try to bash open with the heavy base of a microscope. Sure.
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[personal profile] kamikaze 2015-07-17 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
His hand sticks. Sticks to the arm he's planted a clammy palm on and when he tries to tug it off it sticks and it's so cold-- ! Why's it cold? He manages to jerk his hand away and it's with such force that he stumbles back a bit himself, staring up at Glacius with a panicked look. Didn't mean to. Didn't mean to, don't shred him--

"You feel like the night!" When it got all freezing like that outside, a radical shift from the scorch of the day. Nux sounds astounded. Astounded that such coldness could be packed and condensed into a glittering creature from beyond the stars. His brain can't process all these boggling things.
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one!

[personal profile] frostyy 2015-07-17 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ between herself and iris, caitlin is sure that she has all the supplies that she needs from the medbay. at least enough to last hew the next few days ( though with the looks of things around here, maybe even less than that ). even still, she just can't bring herself to explore the compound much beyond here yet. medbays may not all be the same, but most of them have similar elements to them and that makes them feel familiar, even in a new, unfamiliar setting.

essentially it has become like a temporary safe space. even though that sounds absolutely ridiculous.

caitlin heads back to the medbay after checking on some notes that she'd left on the walls and that's when she hears a distinct beep. it's not terribly concerning, because there are quite a few people around ( if the other notes alongside hers are any indication ). she's actually interested in the prospect of getting to speak with someone else, though also a little wary. as much as she'd love to throw questions and accusations directly in the faces of the people who run this compound, the people who brought her and likely everyone else here, she's not sure what she would actually do if she came face to face with them.

the voice that follows is one that she would know anywhere. she knows that she should still be wary, be skeptical of what she hears, but she's running forward before she gives the whole thing a second thought. it could have been dangerous. it could have been a trap. it could have been terrible
]

Ronnie? You're here? Why are you here? [ okay so he probably has as much of an answer for that last question as she does, but it's out there now and there's no taking it back ]
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[personal profile] reformatted 2015-07-17 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
Negative.

[A short answer for a short question. Gotta ask more if you want more, Captain.]
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[personal profile] reformatted 2015-07-17 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Now there's the million dollar question. Does she want to go with Ran? An opportunity like this has never presented itself before. She's so used to taking orders that thinking for herself seems like an impossible task. Still, she spoke of improvement. Maybe if she sticks around her, she can learn how to grow stronger.

It's not like she has much else to do here. That's for sure.]


...affirmative.
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[personal profile] reformatted 2015-07-17 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh no, BlazBlue's one weakness: specifics! Just imagine she gave a vaguely quick amount of time.

Also glancing back at Claire and those files.]


How goes your investigation?

[personal profile] maconite 2015-07-17 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
No doubt. I think the same might go for seeing your own arm laying on the floor.

[It had been an experience, to say the least. He's sort of worried that his own miraculous recovery (his arm seriously didn't hurt anymore) might just be shock.

...Which still doesn't line up with the other stuff he remembers happening before he woke up here, but he'll take it one step at a time.]


Batgirl, huh? Which came first, the costume or the name?

[personal profile] maconite 2015-07-17 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Uh. Well. That's a tough question to answer.]

Apparently. [He leaves it at that.

And also changes the subject, for good measure.]


Hey, uh, you have any idea where we are?

[personal profile] maconite 2015-07-17 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Another girl, that has to be a good sign, right? At the very least it meant there wasn't some kind of Crawford situation going on, and Clementine probably wasn't in danger.]

Yeah, I'm looking for someone. A little girl, a few years younger than you. Her name is Clementine.
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[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-17 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Space Command." There's the mildest tint of irony in his tone. "So you're from the future. The future for me, I s'pose."

He really, really hopes he's not the first to bring up time travel with her. "This is my first time-traveling experience, but some folks here seem to be very comfortable with the idea. I'm from 1943 myself."

It's so strange to say it like it's a place, not a time.
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[personal profile] flotillas 2015-07-17 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Oooookay. That's creepy, and eerily reminiscent of Project Overlord.

Tali tries really, really hard to get past whatever's blocking her out. It shouldn't be this hard to hack into such old tech.

Eventually, she'll give up. Ugh. Stupid old weird scary computers.]
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[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-17 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Steve leaves him to it. He fights hard against the desire to ask Bucky questions. To tell him stories. To ask if he remembers dragging Steve to the movie theater where they worked the projector while the operator smoked, if he remembers finding the man's flask and then running for their lives after Steve himself threw up on the reel. If he remembers pulling all the cushions in Bucky's living room onto the floor and reading pulps to each other until they fell asleep. Does he remember, does he remember, does he remember.

The noodles start to soften. He starts a few thick sausages frying in a pan before he glances Bucky's way. ]


Could you hand me that can of tomato sauce?
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[personal profile] flotillas 2015-07-17 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Garnet, crystal gem? What does that even mean? She hopes she hasn't somehow wound up in one of those human compounds where everyone gets a made-up rank and they do things like act dangerous and generally out-of-touch with the galaxy. She really doesn't have time for that.]

Under attack? By who? Keelah, I don't even know where we are.
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[personal profile] crotchpunch 2015-07-17 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
[It's really way too much fun screwing with people. As tempting as it is to crack a smile, her poker face remains. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, placing her hands on her hips as she gives Peter a look.]

Like zombies. Definitely zombies.
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[personal profile] oplourgia 2015-07-17 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
"2558." If not outright comfortable with the idea of time travel, Halsey has at least given it some thought, and it amuses her that it might become de rigueur to introduce oneself by year. "Controlled time travel isn't explicitly disallowed by slipstream theory, but attempting it has been low on my priority list--until quite recently we were also in the middle of a genocidal war."

World War II was still going in 1943, right? Halsey has a broad education and a superb memory, but she's a scientist and a doctor who's spent her career in a desperate race to stave off human extinction. Recalling exactly when pre-unification conflicts happened is low on her priority list, too.
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[personal profile] shuckit 2015-07-17 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ thomas is busy with the computer as she goes about opening the can, peering at what he can without prying the case open, yet. making sure the only things plugged into it are power cord, net cable, mouse, monitor and keyboard. follows the internet cable to the modem it hooks into, examines that as well. once he's back, the can's opened, and the kid looks starving as he just... grabs at the fruit inside. not like he has any utensils, and, dammit, he's hungry.

it's with a mouth full of peach slice that he takes a moment to clean his fingers off on his... not that clean anyway clothes, before going back to the computer. ]


Sort of.

[ he mumbles around the fruit, reaching to power off the computer for a second, pausing, counting in his head, and turning it back on. he's peering intently at the screen, waiting for anything that would let him go to configuration instead of straight to loading the operating system. it skips it completely, right back to the request for a password. he sighes heavily, and stuffs a piece of pineapple in his mouth, munching, as he looks from the monitor to the computer tower, thinking. ]

It's been a while. And my memory's not that great. [ a beat passes. he adds: ] This might be dumb.

[ turning off the computer again, and he's very cautiously starting to pry the shell open to get a look inside. hopefully nothing explodes. ]
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[personal profile] reginaprocacis 2015-07-17 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Regina straightens up, looks at Elsa directly, with a matter-of-fact air.]

You seem upset, and I would implore you to calm down, lest you freeze this entire place.