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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!
blackagar: (threat: don't mock the tuning fork)

[personal profile] blackagar 2015-07-20 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ah, there she is. She's more silent than Black Bolt might have expected, but he's not overly surprised. He's known some very stealthy people in his time. He stares at her steadily after she drops, considering. He doesn't want trouble either, so that makes the two of them — but he doesn't have the words to say it, so she'll just have to gather as much from his stillness.

His near stillness, anyway. After a few long seconds of observation — he nods. Just once, a nod of greeting. ]
blackagar: (stern: so not pouting)

[personal profile] blackagar 2015-07-20 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ He nods vaguely, expressionless. The only other option would be to let his unsettled discontent show, and of course there's no use in that. They're being forced to kill what are — or once were — humans, which doesn't sit particularly well with him, but there's nothing currently to be done about it. No use in showing as much, then.

He rejoins Batgirl at the back of the store, but keeps half-turned to keep a careful watch on the rest of the store around them. He's not comfortable in here, not at all. Hopefully her errand is finished quickly. ]
blackagar: no cause for alarm officer (stern: ARMS AKIMBO)

[personal profile] blackagar 2015-07-20 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
He glances over at her as she speaks, listening without expression. A game. He's glad she at least has context for all of this, but it also tells him she has no real life experience to compare it to, which is slightly less encouraging. But she obviously has abilities, and thus the capacity to be of real use here, and everyone has to learn at some point...

Without warning he moves again, leaping down from the wall to stand among the trees on the outside. He keeps his eyes on her, though, and again comes that invitational nod. What better way to learn than hands on practice, right?
blackagar: no cause for alarm officer (stern: ARMS AKIMBO)

[personal profile] blackagar 2015-07-20 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, the open-ended question, his natural enemy. Without a change in expression (he's unannoyed and ever-patient, a lifetime without words has made him so) he taps his throat with two fingers, covers his mouth, and drops his hand again back to his side. Try the question again as a yes or no, won't you? If they're both lucky, there won't be any sound coming out of this throat.
blackagar: (silence: space bubble invasion)

[personal profile] blackagar 2015-07-20 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, god. This man is already reminding him of Batgirl — to investigate way too closely had been her instinct, too. What is with the mask-wearing people here? The only sign of his thoughts is that his mouth goes just slightly flatter than it had been a moment ago, and he otherwise watches the work without complaint.

And when Jason asks after his arm — oh look at that, he's even nice enough to offer out his hand and forearm. They're disgusting, there is indeed pieces of brain there. Black Bolt has decided not to look at them, and they're all Jason's. ]
sigillum: (she is the death)

[personal profile] sigillum 2015-07-20 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[An apple!

Ollie catches it with a grin, giving it a cursory sniff before taking a bite out of it.]


It's real!

[In case that was a concern.

(It was.)]
blackagar: (silent: conversation)

[personal profile] blackagar 2015-07-20 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, good, it's real. Feeling a little encouraged that maybe this whole kitchen isn't just a set up after all, he ducks into another cupboard. This one has a number of dry food — crackers and cookies and the like. He might not recognize them individually, but he knows what they are on the whole. He begins pulling out boxes and setting them at the counter to his left, building a whole stack of things he's pretty sure are edible and probably taste decently. ]
sigillum: (If they don’t come back)

[personal profile] sigillum 2015-07-20 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Munching on her apple, Ollie wanders up to Black Bolt to peer over his shoulder at what he's doing, eying all the packets he pulls out. She still doesn't recognize a lot of this, because they grow their own food, hunt their own meat, even bake their own bread.

Things in packets are strange.]


Do you know this food?
blackagar: (stare: whoa say that again)

[personal profile] blackagar 2015-07-20 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ He glances over to catch her words, then shakes his head as he gets back to the digging. That probably requires a little more answer, though, and she's proven to be one of the few here he actually can answer, so...

He pulls back again with a box of graham crackers, sets it down, and adds: ]

It's human food. Try it, if you like. [ Since he's totally not getting it out for himself, no thank you. ]
idiosyncrasies: (pic#7675317)

[personal profile] idiosyncrasies 2015-07-20 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't smile, not entirely.

Alright, it's a very small smile. ]


The bad guys never listen to my suggestions.
idiosyncrasies: (pic#7611884)

[personal profile] idiosyncrasies 2015-07-20 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
He went on a trip.

[ They all thought he was dead. Except Tim. That was... another story. And at 'improvement' well.

He doesn't disagree. In fact, he agrees completely, and leaves it at that; he won't say he's wrong. Instead, he moves into the next subject. ]


What do you remember?
antagonize: (008)

[personal profile] antagonize 2015-07-20 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
Whatever problems you've got with "daddy dearest" are not on me.

[... He is the last person who should be talking about daddy issues. Yeah.]
antagonize: (084)

[personal profile] antagonize 2015-07-20 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
— That's it. I'm out. Show's over. See you never.

[SALUTES.

HE DID NOT DIE TO HAVE THIS SORT OF CONVERSATION.]
antagonize: (072)

[personal profile] antagonize 2015-07-20 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
Right. A trip. [He's... obviously not buying this, and is just going to make it painfully apparent.] I can picture it now: Batman on a vacay in the Bahamas while his "favorite" plays dress up back in Gotham.

[Was that rude? Yes. Does he care if it was rude? Nope.]

Hmm... Let's see, the last thing I remember is — ah. Wait. I suddenly don't feel like forking up anything that could be remotely useful. Must be contagious, being cryptic and unhelpful.

[SUPER MATURE.]
controlledvariable: who lets me keyword things (Batgirl -- I know they're great tits)

[personal profile] controlledvariable 2015-07-20 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
You need better bad guys.

[Since he's up there, Steph figures she should probably head for high ground as well; it's much better than yelling up to the rooftop when there are zombies around.

She moves quick and easy, light on her feet as she pulls herself up onto the rooftop beside Dick.]
cassassin: (ʀᴏsᴇɴᴄʀᴀɴᴛᴢ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜɪʟᴅᴇɴsᴛᴇʀɴ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅ)

[personal profile] cassassin 2015-07-20 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
[WHAT A GUY]

Not Barbara? [She's overheard some talk of time travel and alternate universes already. Cass won't bother to say "the first one", she's fully aware of who she's speaking to here.

Right now, she'll take an advantage where she can get it.
]
idiosyncrasies: (pic#7599841)

[personal profile] idiosyncrasies 2015-07-20 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dick Grayson has the patience of a saint.

But even now, he's getting tired of this. Jason was always very good at testing him. ]


I only want to know so I can help fill you in. If you don't remember what I do, there's something wrong with one of us—even more wrong that whatever our current situation is.
idiosyncrasies: (pic#7170216)

[personal profile] idiosyncrasies 2015-07-20 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
I'll complain to the management.

[ A zombie manages to clamber over a garbage can nearby, soon lifting its hands up to try and grab at the end of his cape. He flicks it out of reach. ]

This is why I don't like capes.
volumeone: (223)

[personal profile] volumeone 2015-07-20 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Who does she think he is, Marty McFly?

...he does stand up a little straight, squaring his shoulders
]

Dude, c'mon. This? [He waves at himself, at a jaw he likes to think is almost as chiseled as Captain America's] Totally not chicken. I just want to know what I'm getting into.
controlledvariable: (civvies - this isn't going as planned)

[personal profile] controlledvariable 2015-07-20 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
Pretty sure you're management.

[Just pointing that out, as she crouches down beside him and peers at the zombie, looking a little perturbed by the whole thing.

But she keeps her voice light.]


And there's nothing wrong with capes, especially when fire is involved.
triggerpull: (pic#9322117)

[personal profile] triggerpull 2015-07-20 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ He sees two options after listening to that.

Just say no and leave. He's not Control.

Just lie and say yes. Taking orders is natural for him. He is a weapon, and it's not the first time he's acted as if he were under orders from someone; again, it's natural for him. Taking orders and acting them out is his purpose. So of course, he can fake it very well.

He decides almost immediately on the latter, formulating a plan. He'll do whatever this man says—he's aware of why he's got such authority, and doesn't need to make a fool out of himself by questioning it—until he finds out more. Where they were. Where Felix was. If there were anymore allies or enemies to be found.

Then he'd be out. ]


Understood. [ While he'd rather patch up his gunshot wound by himself, he knows he can appear more sympathetic if he doesn't just ignore it. ] I was hit prior to my arrival here. It's been handled.
antagonize: (094)

[personal profile] antagonize 2015-07-20 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
[... Ugh. That wipes the smirk off his face entirely, even if she can't see it. Thinking about Barbara as Batgirl and knowing who's responsible for putting an end to that is just—

Well.

If Batgirl #2 is looking for an advantage, she might have just gotten it. His following reply comes out a little stiffly.]


No. Not Barbara.

[Goodbye, mood to be chatty. At least he's not getting angry.]
stungun: (pic#4328208)

[personal profile] stungun 2015-07-20 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ ... turning around slowly. ]

Do you have any more tips?
Edited 2015-07-20 06:48 (UTC)
antagonize: (080)

[personal profile] antagonize 2015-07-20 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
[It's his job to stretch out the patience of anyone wearing that symbol on their chest. Otherwise, why would the universe decide to bring him back?

Okay, maybe it wasn't like that. But it sounds like a good reason.

He clicks his tongue.]


Sorry to break it to you, but you're dressed up as a bat. I'm not the one who has something wrong with him.