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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!
rues: ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ sᴛᴇᴀʟ (you're so cold)

[personal profile] rues 2015-07-21 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ it must be a joke, all of this. the compound, the bullshit t-shirt she found when she woke up (she most certainly does not love new york), the fact that wherever they are isn't home and it probably isn't friendly, either. there are really only two options: she's dead and the stories she's heard about the underworld were all fairy tales, just like she used to think the gods themselves were; or, two, she's alive and this is just another trap, another trick, another test from their parents who've never given a shit about them and never will. she almost thinks she'd rather be dead. ]

[ she can't remember much of anything — except the battle, silena, the drakon, screaming, crying — can't remember if they won, if they lost, if the battle is even over. hyperborean giant, she thinks, but it's the last thing she remembers before she woke up cold, alone — and, not that she'd admit it: afraid. maybe this is all just a dream, hera playing tricks on her, but clarisse hasn't ever done anything to piss off that bitch (that's all annabeth, always has been); if anyone should be pissed off at her, shouldn't it be aphrodite? it's clarisse's fault one of her daughters died, isn't it? (it is.) but clarisse can't imagine aphrodite cared any more for silena than ares cared for clarisse. who else mourns the deaths of demigods but demigods themselves? the gods don't care; clarisse wishes she didn't. but silena's the only person clarisse has ever truly cared for, with her heart, with her soul, with her life — but, then, silena beat her to that one. stupid girl. ]

[ COME BACK! DON'T GO IN THERE! ]

[ it's a faint echo in her head, from when she woke up to now, standing just outside the door labeled MEDBAY — a warning, maybe, probably, but clarisse has never been very good at listening to warnings. ]

[ she only makes it about two feet in before she stops dead in her tracks, staring, frozen and silent, face paling like she's seen a ghost. and she must be seeing a ghost or hallucinating or dead or dreaming — this can't be real — because she can still feel silena in her arms, dying, the tears still fresh on her face, her throat still raw from screaming, demanding kronos come out and face her; she can still feel the weight of her own guilt, the warmth slowly draining from silena's body, the color fading from her eyes, and then she was gone, dead, and it was clarisse's fault. if she had just — if she hadn'tif, if, if. ]

[ words die in her throat; what can she even say? there's nothing she can say, nothing that would make up for everything, nothing that would make it all okay. she let silena die and she'll never forgive herself for that. but it's her guilt, her fear, that keeps her rooted to the spot she's in, keeps her staring at silena — beautiful, radiant, impossible silena — her best friend, her everything, but more than all of that, the one person she never told i love you. ]
Edited 2015-07-21 05:25 (UTC)
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[personal profile] drakons 2015-07-21 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
( it's funny, because they all know the universe began when the earth met the sky -- uranos and gaea, and that's where it all started, where all the world comes from, all the constellations, all the stories, all the everything. but that's not where it started for silena, because she doesn't care much about the gods beyond an idle acceptance of knowing where she comes from -- her universe began from one side of camp to the other, locked and loaded in throwing spears and knowing smiles, in ares cabin right across the way from aphrodite.

it started, ended, all encompassing surrounded clarisse, who's the answer to the question no one's asking because it's so blatantly obvious. why did you give yourself up to the drakon?, she imagined clarisse asking on her ride to manhattan, putting on a brave face and ripping the heart off her sleeve and replacing it with clarisse's fearless one -- maybe in some kinder or crueler world, she'd be able to tell clarisse you, you're the reason, you've always been the reason, you always will be. but the fates clip her string, steal life before silena ever really lived, and if she weren't in such mind blistering pain at the time, she probably would've smiled underneath clarisse's grecian helmet, rocking herself away to the shadowy underworld.

would mother be proud? what cause, after all, is more noble to die for, than true love itself?

it really isn't noble, though, it's cowardice. a goodbye without words, with silena attempting to rally clarisse to the fight, and clarisse saying no. there's a cruel irony in a child of aphrodite loving someone who will never truly understand love, too hard and too closed off to know what lies beyond the products of war -- that isn't her clarisse, though, the one that all the others see with war paint on her cheeks and her voice shouting victory. her clarisse sits with walls tumbled down, in whispered midnights, in pointed fingers up to the sky saying one day clarisse will be among the heroes they pay homage to.

and silena would be happy to watch. if the fates were kinder.

they aren't, and that much is obvious in now -- clarisse having to see her after the sacrifice, like this. she freezes for solid, tangible seconds before she comes to.
) Don't -- ( a single eye welted up in tears, she spins and faces the other way, hands slapping against her face. ) Don't look at me!

( call it vain, call it superficial, call it whatever you will. silena can't fight that she just doesn't want clarisse to see her like this -- wounded and marred, swollen with too much emotion to comprehend. when did she grow so out of touch with her heart? was it the moment she died or the moment she saw clarisse, looking at her as if the scars, the badinage, all the wounds in the world just don't matter? silena feels ugly, inside and out, incapable of holding a light to something that shines as brightly, brilliantly and perfectly as clarisse.

after a hard second, she looks over her shoulder with her good eye, wide and afraid.
)

Did you slay it?

( did you survive?, is the point. because that's all that matters. )
antagonize: (078)

[personal profile] antagonize 2015-07-21 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
Is that meant to hit a nerve? Because I'm extremely underwhelmed if that's the extent of your smack talk.

[This is why he can never have a civil conversation ever.]
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[personal profile] antagonize 2015-07-21 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
[He gets what he's trying to ask, more or less. Still, they're already here, so it feels a little wasteful to him if he heads back now. For starters, seeing one zombie is not exactly the same as stumbling across a fountain of information. He needs more before he's satisfied.

So, he shrugs.]


You can head back, but I'm in the mood to go adventuring.
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[personal profile] antagonize 2015-07-21 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Sweet. Now he can spend the rest of this conversation wondering about why is that.]

It keeps the bullets out of my brainpan, if that's what you're asking.
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[personal profile] antagonize 2015-07-21 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
Why should I?

[Said in a way that means "who the fuck", and also "are you sure you're not prematurely senile".]
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[personal profile] antagonize 2015-07-21 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Alas, there's no way to get around that association. That's just how it is.

But he's still going be a jerk, dampened mood or not.]


Who says I don't? Maybe I'm just holding out on you.
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[personal profile] idiosyncrasies 2015-07-21 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, that... just proves something is wrong. Alternate universe? Timeline shenanigans?

He turns away to rub at his chin while he thinks, then looks back over at Jason. ]


He's Bruce's son. He was also Robin, last time I checked. You definitely knew each other.
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[personal profile] idiosyncrasies 2015-07-21 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
If these zombies start setting things on fire...

[ He's leaving it as an open threat. ]

What's the last thing you remember?
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i don't have appropriate icons for this??? a novel

[personal profile] antagonize 2015-07-21 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
—He's what?

[Oh, sure, Dick. Drop that atomic bomb on him. Bruce's kid and also Robin. Nothing wrong with that. Except there totally is?!?!?

He doesn't even have time to find a way to be a sarcastic little shit about that. The reaction just comes out of him before he can think about it. He has entered the Twilight Zone. There are broken condoms here.]
controlledvariable: (PB >> don't wanna take it)

[personal profile] controlledvariable 2015-07-21 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
[She gives him an unimpressed look for that smartass comment, but decides not to dignifiy it with an answer.]

Black Mercy, that's what I remember.

[If he's from the same time as her, he'll know what it means. And if he doesn't know, well, two words won't spoil too much of the future.]
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[personal profile] villainously 2015-07-21 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
( Hook makes a face. where the hell is paris? that doesn't sound like a place in Storybrooke. )

Is that the name of your world?
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I UNDERSTAND... comics, man

[personal profile] idiosyncrasies 2015-07-21 08:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dick smiles, he can't help it. It's part funny because it's finally a serious reaction out of Jason, and... because it's pretty warranted. Damian wasn't something any of them could be prepared for. ]

He was raised by the League for most of his life. Talia's his mother. Makes family reunions even more awkward.
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[personal profile] villainously 2015-07-21 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
( he can't help but look a little baffled when she tells him she doesn't know Emma. of course she does. in fact, Elsa was the one to save Emma from nearly getting sucked into a hat by the dark one. how could she forget? )

Queen Elsa. Of Arendelle. ( it has to be, doesn't it? he shakes his head, uncertain. did someone take her memory from her? ) I'll help you look for Anna, but... Emma, surely you remember.
antagonize: (092)

you'd think being a visual medium would help w/ icons... but no

[personal profile] antagonize 2015-07-21 08:31 am (UTC)(link)
Holy—

[Okay. Okay. He manages to stop that reaction midway, but still??? It's like finding out your parents had sex to make you, but way worse. And now he has access to a whole universe of "your mom" jokes that he respects Talia too much to make. He bets Bruce wore the stupid cowl while doing the nasty, too. Oooohhhhh, my god.

HE'S NOT EMOTIONALLY PREPARED FOR THIS.]


Whoops, would you look at that. It's time to shut up. You see this? This is me pressing the escape button on this conversation. Are you satisfied now?
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[personal profile] villainously 2015-07-21 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
( she already knows that he thinks the same way. that no matter how little he deserves it, she's his happy ending. he can't fathom living that without her, which means he'll fight for her and fight for them to the very last breath he has. because he's tried it the other way around, he's tried living just for himself, forgoing happiness and just existing instead, leaving his heart in the past and pretending he had no capacity for more. he's past that now, and he doesn't want to, but just because he will fight, doesn't mean he wants to. doesn't mean he wants to live that moment again, when that familiar mantra becomes reality; loving someone is not enough to save them from the imminent loss that came from loving him in return.

she might think she'd remember, but just looking at him has to be indication that he's not imagining things. he's just lived his greatest fear, one he's had to survive twice now, three times if one counted a boy he practically begged to be his family once upon a time. he used to be good at covering this sort of bold emotion, but Emma always managed to see through it anyway. right now there's no attempt to hide the sheer terror that he'd lost her for good, even with proof that she wasn't entirely gone burned onto the dark one's blade. )


The Crocodile. That... idiot apprentice tried to save him by sucking his darkness out of him, into the hat. It didn't work, it ran rampant through town. ( he isn't sure he wants to recount this story, not even to Emma. it still too new and too raw, and he can remember it all falling apart when he closes his eyes. he doubts he'll be sleeping for awhile. he presses his forehead to hers and his palm over her heartbeat like he needs proof that it's there before he can keep going. )

That darkness needs to be tethered to the dagger, or it will destroy whatever it touches. It was after Regina, and you had the dagger and... ( he leaves out broken promises of love that he didn't even have a chance to give back, but that doesn't make the last part of the tale any easier to say. ) You tethered it to the darkness, and yourself, and then you were gone. ( she may not believe him, but he's got the proof tucked in his coat. he can't honestly explain why she doesn't respond to it or she doesn't remember, he just knows it happened. )
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[personal profile] triggerpull 2015-07-21 08:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ With his plan in place, it's easy to slide into his role. He's a soldier, listening to orders is his being.

These are just sub orders until he can get back to working on his original ones, that's all. The moment he can, he's done. Just like with Doyle. It likely isn't necessary to kill everyone here (unlike... the situation with Doyle) but that doesn't matter.

He gives his gun a sidelong look, wondering if there were a way to keep it loaded and yet hidden. He's not about to be out and about where his enemies could be without it. ]


Locus.

[ The name of his armour. He's not elaborating. ]
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LMFAO LEGIT

[personal profile] idiosyncrasies 2015-07-21 09:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ It really is like talking about their parents having sex... he doesn't want to think about it either. ]

Are you going to tell me what the last thing you remember is now?
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[personal profile] antagonize 2015-07-21 09:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Ugh. Fine. This is what he gets for being out of it during the second half of puberty.]

Does Blüdhaven getting vaporized sound familiar to you? [... Which is not exactly the last thing he remembers, but:

a) he doesn't want to talk about his plan going up in smoke, and
b) he hopes it's a sore subject for Dick.]
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[personal profile] idiosyncrasies 2015-07-21 10:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ He has to bite the inside of his cheek and tighten his fists to hold back a stronger reaction.

Sore subject is one way to put it. ]


Then it's not that you're from a different universe. Just another time.
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[personal profile] antagonize 2015-07-21 10:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Don't think for a second that he's missing that. Even if it's not a "stronger" reaction, it's good enough. Hitting nerves is always fun.]

Your current theory is that we're from different times... Because someone abducting us when we're like this [tapping his helmet — while in costume] just wasn't complicated enough.

[When is it ever not complicated, though...]

So, are you going to offer me a real explanation now? Or are you gonna hold out after I've been so nice and compliant?
controlledvariable: (PB >> now we're in the ring)

[personal profile] controlledvariable 2015-07-21 10:48 am (UTC)(link)
I'm just pointing out a fact.

[Except - she realizes that she was trying to play nice with Jason, and that's gone down hill.

Steph lets out a dramatic sigh.]


But clearly you did, sorry.

[Hit a nerve for her, and she's even apologizing for it, which says a lot.]
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[personal profile] oracleofgotham 2015-07-21 11:07 am (UTC)(link)
"And how much trouble you could get into in an hour doesn't bear thinking about."

She considers for a moment, lips pursed. The blood on the batarang could be significant if Stephanie doesn't remember putting it there, and these labs might have what they'd need to analyze it... but when they don't even know what they're looking for, it's a longshot.

"Is the map significantly different from our Earth, or just... a map?"
controlledvariable: (PB >> it's gonna save you baby)

[personal profile] controlledvariable 2015-07-21 11:12 am (UTC)(link)
Steph just sticks her tongue out at Babs, because she can't be bothered to put up a proper argument.

"Just Earth, I haven't had a chance to look at in depth, I figured working out where I am is more important," Priorities???
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[personal profile] rexponsible 2015-07-21 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[His response made her smile. He reminded her of a certain someone who was very protective of the animals in his care.]

We'll look out after her, Mr. Beckett.

[Yes - she said we. Because she'd learned a lesson in what it meant to protect those in need of protection.]

[The medical bay was up ahead, and she entered through the bay doors, giving everything a cursory glance.]