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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!
triggerpull: (pic#9322118)

[personal profile] triggerpull 2015-07-20 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's wary. He always is. But until he finds Felix or gets information, he has to stick around. But he's almost certain that some of the sim troopers may have followed him here—taking off his armour is not going to happen. ]

It was likely bipedal. At this range, it's possible that it's human.

[ The characteristics are... off. Where did it go? What is it doing? Has the creature lost it's mind, or is there purpose for... whatever it did?

He's about to go and look, actually. He'll just scope out the area for a few more minutes. ]
antagonize: (077)

[personal profile] antagonize 2015-07-20 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, now. Don't get your knickers in a twist. Do you think I'd slack off and let you do all the work? I'm hurt.

[... That could have been phrased in a nicer way, but he doesn't really care to be nice. It helps that he's coming to the realization that Superman has no idea who he is, of course.]
idiosyncrasies: (pic#7611883)

[personal profile] idiosyncrasies 2015-07-20 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
You just don't remember your other costume yet.

[ You know.

The giant pill head one. ]
volumeone: do not take (178)

[personal profile] volumeone 2015-07-20 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
Peter shrugs. "There's always a way out."

He could throw in how do you think we even got here but decides against it - Juniper will figure that one on her own once the whole shock thing wears off. First thing's first is showing the lady that he's got this - or he's close enough - and then sniffing around, seeing if a favor from her has weight. Maybe she's got a hidden talent, something he can come knocking for in the future. Lock-picking, cooks a mean meal, knows where he can find a ship around here. The possibilities are endless and they're exactly why he'll accept payment in favors if he knows the other party can actually make good on them. Other than that, it's cold hard cash - and not Earth dollars, either.

"Where'd you find them?" Peter looks down at his own clothes: same shirt, same jacket and he's glad he didn't wear his "negotiating pants" because those things are so tight he has a hard time sitting down in them. If there's the option of more clothes before they start stinking up the place with BO, he wants some. Peter seems to realize after the fact he's supposed to be reassuring her, not grilling her where he can score clothes. "How 'bout I help you look around for people? Sound good? Safety in numbers and all that."

He figures between his know-how and his quad blaster, Juniper's in good hands. He can shoot, he's a big target and because she's the first human he's seen in forever, he considers that extra motivation to help her out.
antagonize: (081)

[personal profile] antagonize 2015-07-20 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
Sure. And you're welcome to make sense any time now.

[You mean the giant dildo tip... that must never be spoken of ever again.]
antagonize: (008)

[personal profile] antagonize 2015-07-20 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
[This is what happens when you go investigate with anyone even slightly related to Batman. They get all close and personal with the scene of the crime at the expense of everyone's gag reflex. At least he's not waving around what he's extracting from the corpse, and instead methodically seals it in evidence bags and puts it away in that jacket of his.

Somehow, it all fits in there. All of it. It doesn't even look more bulky when he turns to inspect that arm, either.]


Golly gee, have I got some bad news for you. [Totally scraping some samples off his arm and sounding completely nonchalant about it.] Your dry cleaning bill has just gone up, up, up.

[In other words, this is gross.]
oracleofgotham: (pic#8496496)

[personal profile] oracleofgotham 2015-07-20 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Come in," Barbara calls, pivoting her chair to face the door and smiling when she sees Stephanie. She never would have guessed a year ago how glad she'd be to see her here, in an unfamiliar and probably dangerous situation... but she really is.

"So how much trouble have you managed to find in the time since you woke up?"
intelligently: (ᴇɪɢʜᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ)

[personal profile] intelligently 2015-07-20 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
( There's a nod and Lydia steps out from the shadow of the building, walking to him until only a few paces separated them )

What's your name?
withoutaworld: (build each one of my days out of hope)

[personal profile] withoutaworld 2015-07-20 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't have to say it out loud for her to sense the question, and her expression goes a little flat. You really want to start with her, Superman? Do you really?

"Sort of from the same world. A... similar one, anyway." She doesn't bother asking who the kid who mentioned the Avengers was. He probably doesn't know her either, so what does it matter? She does smile when he mentions the puppy again, scritching it with her free hand.

"I hadn't really... thought about it yet. I thought at first someone might ask for him back, but..." It seems like if he belonged to anyone, they're long gone now. "Guess I should probably start looking for a name, huh?"
anthropophagite: DEFAULT (Normal - pic#8304125)

[personal profile] anthropophagite 2015-07-20 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kaneki stares at the other as if he is insane, because clearly this person can only be insane. It's not as if they were kidnapped into a strange world that suffered a zombie apocalypse anyway...

A tengu. A tengu without the nose. Or the fan or the clothes.

what is he supposed to say to that? ]


Ah... really? [ tengus don't exist in Kaneki's world. Neither do zombies, though ] How-

wait, I'm sorry, this is far too new to me-
anthropophagite: Mine (Normal - pic#8439753)

[personal profile] anthropophagite 2015-07-20 09:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kaneki just stares at Castiel for a bit while longer. It's strange, how does this person know? Not to mention, if he does know, shouldn't he be panicking because it's a ghoul and eats humans? Maybe he isn't sure of it, maybe Castiel is just playing on intuition.

Yeah - that must be it, he doesn't know, he doesn't know at all. Kaneki's heart is racing like crazy and fear is taking over him, but he tries not to show it.

Relax, Ken. Relax. It's fine. ]


I'm alone. I think I'm the only one from my world.
controlledvariable: (PB >> gotten up)

[personal profile] controlledvariable 2015-07-20 09:48 am (UTC)(link)
"It hasn't even been an hour, I'm almost insulted," Almost, but she clearly isn't that bothered considering the way she flops down to sit on the floor near Babs' chair, "So far all I've got is radio silence, a bloodied batarang that I'm not responsible for, and a world map of Earth."
controlledvariable: undercover (PB >>  to be a hand to gather)

[personal profile] controlledvariable 2015-07-20 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
That's rich, coming from you.

[It's a low blow, but he started it.]
sigillum: (The tunnel)

[personal profile] sigillum 2015-07-20 11:26 am (UTC)(link)
You aren't eating?

[There's concern in her expression, like she's a little worried that he's not eating because he's leaving it for her, despite the fact it seems like there's plenty of (weird) food.]
controlledvariable: (PB >> I've tried to make)

[personal profile] controlledvariable 2015-07-20 11:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Steph focuses on prescriptions that people might need desperately, packing them all into a bag she pulled from her utility belt, then she goes for birth control, aspirin, and whatever else can fit.

The last things she grabs are tampons, a lot of tampons, because she's seen enough women in the compound that it's going to be necessary.

It doesn't take her too long, because she doesn't want to spend too much time in an enclosed space like this.]


I'm good to go unless you wanna pick anything up?
blackagar: (stare: whoa say that again)

[personal profile] blackagar 2015-07-20 02:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His sigh is, of course, completely silent. He stands patiently still as the samples are taken, and only when Jason's done does he finally let himself give his arm a little shake. It does basically no good, as expected. He's resigned to it.

He glances around afterward, to make sure they're still alone here, then shoots a quizzical look toward Jason. He's managed to show by example just what it is that's out here, is that enough? Or will they be going further? To make it a little more clearly a question he takes a step toward the compound, then pauses and glances back to Jason again. ]
blackagar: (silent: conversation)

[personal profile] blackagar 2015-07-20 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He shakes his head again, this time without explanation. He's not sure yet what he'll be doing for food, but that's a question he'll answer when it becomes necessary. In the meantime, he's not hungry.

He steps aside once he's got a few more things set out on the counter, and gestures a go ahead toward them. ]
blackagar: (stare: whoa say that again)

[personal profile] blackagar 2015-07-20 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's unfamiliar with most of the things in here, but can at least recognize what they're for. He considers for a few seconds whether there's anything he needs (there isn't, not him personally), then tosses a questioning glance and a signed, spelled out word over to her: ]

Antibiotics?

[ She's grabbed them already, he's sure, but it's all he can think of that any of his people, were he to run into them here, would need. ]
shakujo: pbsbyariel | ij (sheltered in the night)

[personal profile] shakujo 2015-07-20 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ this guy looks.. kind of lost, doesn't he? noa's felt pretty lost since waking up here, himself. still, after a moment or two more, slowly, his wings lower again, folding in neatly, and he glances away, expression a little flustered. ]

Being open about this is pretty new for me, too. [ a hesitant side-glance, arms tightening around himself. ] .. I don't think it's particularly normal to wake up in a strange place in what I guess is.. America, either. [ he was home-schooled for most of his life by priests. geography isn't his strongest subject. still, he's mostly met people that seemed american so far, so..

there's another silent beat, then he unfolds his arms, shifting to bow politely. ]
I'm Noa. [ just noa. sometimes he uses his foster father's family name (such as in school), but it doesn't really seem right when he doesn't know he's doing it. ]
axeyou: (stare - you're the bitch)

[personal profile] axeyou 2015-07-20 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Cinna. Called it. Johanna's mouth pinches, jealous and grudgingly impressed all at once. Katniss' trail-off gets no comment from her. She already knows that she looks like shit. She's looked worse, but she's definitely looked better. Why she has to look like shit while Katniss gets to look like some pretty decorative statue decked out in the latest and greatest fashion, well--that one can be partly put down to the unfairness of life and Katniss' Mockingjay status.

But if this is, somehow, the Capitol--how did Katniss end up with an outfit like that? Seeing her as a fellow prisoner ought to feel more like a failure than it does. Like, you had one job, Johanna Mason--but there's no guilt. She did her part. If everyone else screwed up? That's their problem.

The fact that they're here is Johanna's current problem. Wherever here is. She doesn't even feel the slightest twinge of disappointment that there's no one worth her time here. If Finnick is out, that's good. Whatever this means for the rest of the little rebellion is a bigger unknown, but again: not Johanna's current problem.

"Wow, what a great team," she drawls, shifting her weight onto one hip. "Where's your bow? Didn't get so good of a draw from the Cornucopia, huh." The Cornucopia equivalent, anyways, which was just a shitty little room with minimal furnishing. More like a cell than anything else. A weird feeling crawls up the back of Johanna's neck. She ignores it. "Did you hear the screaming too?"
untodawn: (pic#9311842)

[personal profile] untodawn 2015-07-20 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
United Nations Space Command.

[ It rolls off the tongue more naturally and readily than his own name. Then, as he remembers his audience. ]

Five centuries standing between the people here and that abbreviation is nothing I hold against them.

[ Being from The Future wasn't really a bomb that needed to be dropped on unsuspecting heads, but he learned it helped explain the get up and his incredible size without saying anything. ]

And I suspect this base is civilian.
untodawn: (pic#9313349)

[personal profile] untodawn 2015-07-20 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
This isn't nuclear winter, and we're not the repopulation effort. But we are here, and unless you're not telling me something that counts for humanity.

[ There was always a bright. At least from the perspective of a thirty year veteran in a war of attrition who had only known pyrrhic victories and too many worlds glassed into wastelands. ]

And now it's 2015. And I wouldn't know.

[ Then, to answer his third question that was more of a demand run ragged with frustration and a gulf of mistrust that Thomas carved out running a mile wide as it did deep - John tapped the side of his helmet. Over his 'ear' to signal for Thomas to listen.

Off in the distance obscured by the copse of skeletal, blackened trees knit close together - there was a howl. Not an animal, terribly and agonizingly human.
]
borntochoose: (Don't tell the gods I left a mess)

[personal profile] borntochoose 2015-07-20 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
He’s about to ask what she means but then she’s off, climbing like a monkey in ways even Clark would have trouble doing. This place is definitely full of surprises. He doesn’t wait for her, simply hovers his way up to the roof and then lands with his arms crossed, tilting his head as he counts the seconds until she appears.

It’s not a race, but he’s curious.
borntochoose: (K - (no))

[personal profile] borntochoose 2015-07-20 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Who is going to lose the stubborn game? It is a mystery. (It's going to be Clark, but a guy can dream.) He raises an eyebrow, tilting his head because he had been expecting something in return.]

And your name is...?
axeyou: (yeah - excuse my french i'm in france)

[personal profile] axeyou 2015-07-20 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[She smirks, right in the face of that mingled expression.]

That's for you to figure out, handsome.

[All snotty and imperious. Truthfully, he doesn't look like he could do her much good. But looks can be deceiving, obviously. Johanna has banked a lot on that herself in her past. And if she had to put down a bet, now, on him? She would put money on him being less useful than she was when she was doing her act.

That doesn't mean useless. Johanna doesn't deal in secrets, and she doesn't take allies. Favors are another thing. She doesn't bat an eye at the whole feral routine, but keeps right on smirking.]


You can owe me. Or you can find something I want. Your choice--but either way, I'll come and collect later. Sound good?