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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!
kamikaze: (pic#9364303)

[personal profile] kamikaze 2015-07-23 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[What Katniss says confuses him. Doesn't spend too much time scraping his brain to understand, though. Not when she's offering to help.

He's possessive of his newly-scavenged pieces, but not above teamwork. That's all the War Boys know, after all. Strength in numbers. And it's good to make allies.]


Yeah, sure.

[Nux gathers up scattered fragments, scooping them into a little pile.]

Find me scrap-- ! Then we can make it. [He speaks like she must know how to construct a vehicle from scratch. That's why she proposed it, yeah?]
villainously: ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ (⇾ 14)

[personal profile] villainously 2015-07-23 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
( he just learned about dinosaurs, and this is the second time they've come up. he didn't realize that they were supposedly something from the past. Hook is rarely caught with so little to say, so, bravo, Barry. )

Do you have a name, or are you just going to continue to say odd things until I give up and go away?
reformatted: (pic#7565367)

[personal profile] reformatted 2015-07-23 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
[This isn't fishy at all.]

How can this unit contact them?
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[personal profile] reformatted 2015-07-23 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
Negative. My database contains no information on our current location. According to other sources, however, it is apparently part of the United States in some sort of alternate dimension.
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[personal profile] reformatted 2015-07-23 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Not having found much of her own, Lambda wastes no time at all as she floats over to Claire. The photograph doesn't seem to phase her much, nor does the number written on the folder.]

Case number two... Perhaps an experiment?
Edited 2015-07-23 02:35 (UTC)
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[personal profile] ironcurtain 2015-07-23 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
[English might not be Heavy's first language, but he can still pick up tone and implications decently well.]

Is what I say. Are you calling Heavy a liar?
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[personal profile] drakons 2015-07-23 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
( she slaughtered it, and silena didn't assume any less. it's a wave of happiness she feels, not for vengeance on her death, but for the survival of who she's called friend, sister, and lover all at different points in her life. clarisse's survival is key, here, and as long as that's assured, she should just leave --

but clarisse steps in, presses her hand to silena's scar and she shudders away, ducks her head down and stays rooted in place. could she leave her side? no, not likely, even if she should. where's the fairness in asking clarisse to befriend a dead person? where's the fairness in any of this? the gods probably think they're being kind, giving them a second chance -- silena can't help but think the opposite, that there's no fate more horrible than letting clarisse see her after everything, the battle, the drakon, the death, the scar. silena shies away from her touch, pinpricks of circle tears hitting the floor.
)

I didn't want you to see me like... this. ( this, monstrous, the words are on the tip of her tongue but she doesn't voice them, already knowing clarisse well enough to know that she won't hear any of it. that doesn't stop it from being the truth, even fatal, outer abnormalities aside -- monster comes from within, from forgetting her morals, from letting love, love for luke, outweigh her loyalty. spy, they should call her with hateful glances and spit on her grave, traitor, because that's what she was. she fears the underworld for all the wrongdoings she'd embraced during life, but.

she's a traitor to many things, but traitor to heart not among them.

a traitor to clarisse, never.

that's where the whole issue lies. if the question of silena or clarisse? arises, where one dies and one lives, it isn't a question at all because silena would lay down her life for her again, repeatedly, endlessly. there's a lot of regrets in her life, but her death isn't among them -- she'd die protecting what she loves, she'd die defending clarisse or her honor any day. to greece or rome, at camp halfblood or manhattan, her hero rides in the morning and comes back at sunset, her hero grows stubborn in the face of defiance, her hero slaughters the drakon five minutes too late, because silena is already gone. and her hero has to live with that.

not this.
)

It should've been the last time. ( clarisse tells her to look, though, and silena is a slave to her every command, blue eyes flickering up while she keeps her head bowed, a hand moving up to cover clarisse's hand -- to touch her, sure, but mostly to cover the bad side of her face. ) At camp. This shouldn't have happened, I'm -- sorry. I should --
crotchpunch: (Then it's time to kill again)

[personal profile] crotchpunch 2015-07-23 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Fair enough. [Shifting her weight to one side, Jeane places her hands on her hips and slowly raises her brows.] Except, how do you even know you can trust me? I could be the final boss for all you know.

[...yeah, this really is way too much fun. Especially since she's not even lying. Ah the wonders of being forth wall aware. How...annoying.]
Edited 2015-07-23 03:17 (UTC)
crotchpunch: (You better get ready to die!!)

[personal profile] crotchpunch 2015-07-23 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Casually she looks him up and down, her never-ending amusement continuing on.]

And I just told you. Not my fault you don't believe me. Especially if you become zombie food.
crotchpunch: (You're just a parasite)

[personal profile] crotchpunch 2015-07-23 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
[...huh. It's been a while since Jeane met someone she had a hard time describing. Whoever this girl is, she's interesting if nothing else.]

It's pretty gross. If I find a way to watch it, maybe I'll show you sometime. Unless this is the lamest apocalypse ever.
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[personal profile] knightbynight 2015-07-23 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
He watches her go, head inclined slightly to the side and with his eyes just slightly narrowed.

That one? He's keeping an eye on.

By far the most promising interaction he's had.

He waits for her to be properly away, and then heads back inside, through those doors to head back inside. He has work to do.
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[personal profile] idiosyncrasies 2015-07-23 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
That makes things easier. [ Unlike Jason. ] Do you know how you got here? Or is it like everyone else?
controlledvariable: (PB >> don't turn around)

[personal profile] controlledvariable 2015-07-23 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
[His response saves her from needing to ask when he's from, which is good. She's glad he isn't from before he stopped being a jerk about her.]

I'm guessing I've got as little an idea as you do. My thought was multiverse crap, but this isn't my area of expertise.
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[personal profile] idiosyncrasies 2015-07-23 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Nice, maybe. Compliant, no. He shakes his head. ]

Sorry. I don't know any more than you do. I can think of a few people with powers that could replicate something like this, but I don't know why. [ There are people who could make them think they're living this, too, but he doesn't want to jump to that. ] Either there was a fight here, or there was a fight and those involved ended up here. They're gone and there's no trace of where they went, only that they were here.
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[personal profile] enchangement 2015-07-23 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
There is hesitation, a moment during which the idea of being presented with a choice is nearly overwhelming but River corrects easily, regaining equilibrium while at the same time spinning in place in the hallway, eyes closed. To see would be better, but to experience with multiple senses would be best. She'd rather see him and walk and perhaps experiment with this 'speaking properly through thought' business, because River is rather unclear on whether or not she could ever manage to communicate clearly in any medium.

A query follows, a request to be certain that it isn't asking too much somehow.
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[personal profile] striking 2015-07-23 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
Okay.

[ Someone else might ask questions — certainly Katniss has them — but instead she just gives a determined nod. How to build a car? What goes in them? Who knows. But if she can protect this boy (because he does strike her as a boy) and maybe take the first step towards a vehicle out of here then she's going to take that opportunity with both hands. ]

We have to be careful. There are other people here, if we take apart anything actually useful we'll probably get in trouble.
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[personal profile] antagonize 2015-07-23 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
[EXHALING THROUGH HIS TEETH. See, this is why we can't have nice things.]

I could have figured that out on my own. In fact, I already did.

[Coming to the same conclusions isn't that hard, when they've both been trained by the same guy. Dick pointing out the obvious isn't what's annoying him, though.]

But that's not the explanation I was asking for.

[Spoiler: It starts with "B" and ends in "ruce".]
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[personal profile] triggerpull 2015-07-23 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ He pauses long enough to adjust the scope, looking through again.

There's no sign of anything moving out there. Swinging the rifle between directions doesn't help; there's nothing moving. ]


It was moving rapidly and disappeared quickly. If it's not hostile, it's running from something that is.
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[personal profile] anthropophagite 2015-07-23 09:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ kaneki doesn't want to think about the food matter right now. He can't. There is a lot happening and that will be secondary until he finally gets hungry and things become worse. For now, they aren't worse; he can at least avoid freaking out about everything at the same time.

Kaneki shakes his head ]
I.... have a bad feeling about it. [ mostly it's because of how it smells outside. It's delicious; which means there are dead bodies around. And that is gross in itself, as well. ]

I'm not sure if we should go outside.
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[personal profile] antagonize 2015-07-23 10:04 am (UTC)(link)
Fact, or maybe you've been grossly misinformed.

[Wow. Who is he kidding? Answer: Absolutely no one.

... But he has no idea what to do with that apology, so he doesn't comment on it like the emotionally mature adult he is.]


So — give Batgirl a few hours, and the most exciting discovery she makes are the coordinates to Disneyland. Anything else?

[Look. This is him trying to edge back into a "nice" conversation, okay.]
striking: (this is a fragile body)

[personal profile] striking 2015-07-23 10:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Katniss just eyes him with even more suspicion, and then checks over the bandages as though she suspects they might be booby trapped somehow. When they're not, she softens a little. ]

Have you seen disinfectant?

[ She asks, since he's helping, adding the gauze to her bag. ]

Or anything for pain?
controlledvariable: (PB >> no I'm not scared)

[personal profile] controlledvariable 2015-07-23 10:16 am (UTC)(link)
[She'll take no response as "apology accepted", since she figures he'd keep pushing the point if he didn't accept it.]

Got some blood samples from a few non-zombie corpses. One suicide and one blunt trauma. The actual zombies are pretty run of the mill; slow, seem to respond to sound and movement, killed by head trauma.

[Steph shrugs.]

I've got less than I'd like, but there's still time.
rexponsible: (never leaving you)

[personal profile] rexponsible 2015-07-23 12:46 pm (UTC)(link)
That's possible.

[Her frown deepened as she looked it over, as if staring at it would somehow unveil more of its secrets.]

"Case" . . . A case of what? That also makes it sound like a disease.
volumeone: do not take (009)

[personal profile] volumeone 2015-07-23 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd bet you good money I wouldn't end up as zombie food. [Peter squares his jaw. You wouldn't know it 'cause he isn't the lanky type, but he's pretty good at running and saving his skin.]