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( 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!

Threaded | Flat

Ten more minutes, mom!

[ It's the classical music that wakes her, and lets her know something's off. The dim, sterile room isn't too different from her bunker-- the. bunker. She can't keep thinking of it as hers. She has to move on. Except her makeshift find-my-family mural isn't webbed to the wall like it should be. Her laptop bag is on the floor, but her laptop is nowhere in sight. And wasn't she just at work? She's dressed in work clothes. She could have sworn--

Something is obviously wrong here. She leaps out of bed, her Silk-sense throbbing in her head, bringing her attention to full immediately. Wherever she is, this place is dangerous. She bends down to pick up the piece of paper lying atop her bag and reads it aloud. ] "Black l pls." What is that supposed to mean? [ She stuffs it in the bag, which she straps around her shoulder. Out of the corner of her eye she sees something bright yellow. It's a stuffed pikachu. She has no idea why that's there, but she grabs it and puts it in her bag as well. Pausing before she tries the door, she takes the bag off her shoulder and spins herself into her Silk costume. (Costume? Uniform? Costume.) If this place is dangerous, it's probably better she face it as Silk and not Cindy. Then she puts the bag over her shoulder again, peeks her head out the door, and creeps down the hallway. ]

I need to go to the nurse...

[ With her Silk-sense blaring nonstop, Cindy's starting to get a real headache. Lucky for her, she seems to be right near a medical bay. She makes her way there and starts raiding the cupboards, looking for some aspirin. Once she's found a bottle, she pulls down the red handkerchief covering her face and swallows a couple pills down. She moves to place the bottle back on the shelf, but then, thinking better of it, instead sticks it in her bag. She also grabs some bandages and disinfectant, figuring you can never be too careful. She isn't trying to be stealthy or anything, and might be making some noise should anyone wander past. ]

Wonder where this leads?

[ Once she's stocked up on medical supplies, Cindy branches out. She passes door after door, until she comes across the front doors with the big, scary message on them. Thoroughly creeped out, she decides not to go there just yet, until she has some idea what's going on.

She tries each door she passes after that, finding a kitchen, a pantry, a lab, and finally a room full of computers. She reads the message on the screen asking for a password, and, thinking it couldn't hurt to try, enters 123456. Perhaps unsurprisingly, this is the wrong password. Then, thinking about the piece of paper she found with the cryptic message, she tries LLLLLL, then llllll, then blacklpls, all to no avail. Shrugging, she continues onwards. ]

a. ???
[He'd heard it. The screams of the Valkyries come to carry him off into promised Valhalla. Might have traitored the Immortan, traitored him bad, but he was still bound for glory. Wasn't he? Died helping the Wives and the Imperator get back safe. Maybe the bloodbag too?

Either way-- gone now. Nux sits up from a sprawled position. Blunders outside from the medical bay immediately, looking for some sort of confirmation. Notices, as the gods have dictated, that the ground is not sand. That the sky is not burning itself with sun and heat. And clutched in one hand is a small box. Plastic? Bright. Nux, barely-literate, makes out the word: BEE. Excited, the divine box is pried open to reveal something incredibly shiny. Nux is gentle when he grabs it. Plucks it from the DVD case and holds it to the sky, astonished by the silver-shiny-rainbow that glints on the disc. Truly, a gift! A holy object granted to him!

He can be found wandering all over the place, holding this BEE disc out in front of him with absolute reverance as he admires it again and again, hardly even looking where he's going. No time to think about questions like where what why when he's been bestowed something so chrome.]

b. compound
[At some point that loses a bit of its novelty - at least to the degree where he's stopped focusing on it - and then Nux turns right back around and heads for that building he woke up in. First thing of interest he finds is one of those TVs. Pushes every button on it and there's static and noise and it's a little startling, but glorious when it displays, and the War Boy stares at the mess of white-black fuzz flickering on the screen. What does it mean... ?

Only minutes later he's trying to dismantle the box. Take it apart, dissect its metal guts and figure out what it's trying to say. He's in the middle of literally tearing through it, pieces strewn all around him like a raccoon that's just discovered some prime garbage.]

[ He wakes up to a strange, heavy weight on his chest and Delibes - Flower Duet playing somewhere off in the distance.

Could be worse, he sleepily reasons, but it damn sure isn't what he had playing when he went to sleep the night before. Raleigh sleeps (or tries to, when nightmares and insomnia aren't plaguing him) with soft music in the background but it's generally Mumford or Bastille - not...opera.

When he actually opens his eyes, he notes several things that are off - other than the creepy music in the background.

First? Not his room. Second? There's a cat on his chest. Cute, and yeah he's a cat man, but he didn't have a cat in his hotel room. He hasn't had a cat since he was a kid.

Third? Not his fucking room. ]

Fuck.. [ he groans, rubbing at his eyes before gingerly pushing the cat off and taking a better look around. His sweater is covered in cat hair and that's when he notices he's still in his damn clothes from the night before.

He spends the next half or so combing his room, looking for clues, for more information telling him where the hell he is and what's going on. Finding nothing but a set of keys that he slides into his pocket, he decides to head into the hallway (cat tucked up under his arm because it's overly affectionate and howls when he tries to leave it in the room) to investigate more - maybe find Mako, figure out what the hell is going on in his life because last he remembers? They were on their victory tour that was more solemn than joyous. ]

Hello..?

[There's little movement of any kind on the bed before Lambda awakens. Her body is perfectly still, save for the light rising and falling of her chest as she breaths. A few seconds later, her optic flashes on. Its a faint glow at first, growing gradually brighter.]

Loading... Loading... Loading... Loading complete. All systems normal. Now attempting to contact superior. Awaiting orders... Awaiting... Error. No signal detected. Now switching to Automatic Mode.

[She arises from the bed and gets to her feet. After scanning the room and finding nothing, save for a strange watch and photograph, Lambda takes the objects and exits the room. With her glowing red eye brightening up every room she enters as she starts exploring, it's incredibly easy to tell where she is. She doesn't look all that friendly, what with her metallic, wing-like "swords" hovering near her, but she seems to be focused on looking around. Scanning. Trying to gain some insight as to where she is and what's going on...knocking over a few things along the way and trying her best to pick them up.

Should she encounter someone else, she will stop whatever it is she's doing and focus her attention on them.]

Requesting information on current location.

[Oliver does not remember how he got here.

That is to say, if he got drugged, he's not happy about it and he's had enough of that bullshit to let it continue. He would've claimed it was ARGUS or maybe even something left over from the Mirakuru experiment, but even those would be familiar.

None of this is familiar.

He's back in his own green leather gear, for some reason. He'd left that life behind. So he thought.

DO NOT GO OUTSIDE WITHOUT A GUN OR WATER. GUNSHOTS ATTRACT THEM.

Guns go ignored completely, but the water does not. He has his own bow and a quiver full of arrows to make it through whatever this could be.

Oliver spies a shadow, and he draws an arrow, ready to let it fly.

Want to be at the end of an arrow? Well...]

You should be more careful when you move. Stay close to someone.

[Otherwise, he's going through the compound, trying to find an exit, or at least some point where he can see the entirety of the area. Feel free to run into him while he's on the ground, stare up at him as he's climbing, or tail him for a bit and find out what happens when you stalk Oliver Queen.

He'll also be diverting to medical to stock up on supplies. Feel free to run into a hooded figure methodically looking through every single possible nook and cranny in there.]

Edited 2015-07-11 19:42 (UTC)

[ So, it's the end of the world and the dinosaurs weren't the ones who brought it about. The world ended on July 3, 2015, with whimpers, groans, and way too much death, and Owen Grady is the unfortunate witness to a good chunk of it. There are gaps in his memory, because he definitely doesn't remember being here, and his disorientation makes him wary.

There is no enemy out there, not when civilisation itself is plunged into chaos, wild and panicked hordes clawing for survival, and spoiler: plenty don't make it. Owen has no time to mourn, not when more pressing matters plague his mind, sending off alarm bells -- he's alone in an unfamiliar room, with angry people screaming somewhere outside, and his pocket-knife digging rudely into his back.

He sighs and starts to get up off the bed, ransacking through the sparse furniture and procuring himself a half-burned map and a pair of gardening shears before he heads outside, cautious and wary, keeping close to the discoloured walls as he attempts to figure out just where he is.

Nothing comes to mind -- this is not a prison; it isn't much. Facility, he notes, looking up at the dull red sign that showed the med bay, and he starts off in that direction. If anything, he'll at least find some people around, right?

[Catherine Halsey knows she's surrounded by enemies. Even Captain Lasky's courtesy will disappear if it becomes inconvenient, and then there'll be nothing standing between her and Palmer's short-sighted spite...nothing but Halsey's wits, that is. So much the worse for Palmer.

It's the awareness of being alone in hostile territory that causes her to lie still when she wakes, eyes closed as if in sleep while the atrocious music echoes in her ears. It's nothing she chose. The OSDT guards? Those sad excuses for SPARTANs infesting the ship?

No. Something is even more wrong than it was when she went to sleep--and she doesn't remember going to sleep. This isn't the hard cot of her cell, and the ever-present hum of the Infinity's systems is absent. Her eyes snap open and she sits bolt upright.

...Odd. This is no UNSC facility, nor the sleek Forerunner one she might expect to find after such a strange translocation. Pushing aside endless currently unanswerable questions, Halsey rises from the bed to search the small room top to bottom, turning up her data pad, a museum piece of a radio, and, inexplicably, a picture of Cortana. She doesn't need that reminder, but nonetheless tucks it into a pocket of her lab coat before venturing into the corridor.

It soon becomes clear she's in a building that's gone undisturbed for a good five centuries, at least if the wiring in the access panel she levers open is any indication. No way to tap into the computer system there...since there is no system. It explains why her data pad can't find any network to talk to, at least.]

Ridiculous.

[...Huffs the 60-something woman dressed like a Star Trek extra and crouching next to a maintenance panel, glaring at whatever lies within as though it's personally offended her.]

[This is not her first time on the zombie rodeo.

She's better prepared for it this time than she had been December 20th, 2009. She heads for the weapons first, because she's not stupid. But does look vaguely ill, ashen faced and like she'd rather be elsewhere. Just because she's used to it doesn't mean she wants to be her; she thrived on rotter hunting, once upon a time. The notion of it now has her stomach turning.

When she's loaded up, she goes wandering around the compound. To the hallways and then to the computer rooms. She goes snooping, looking for anything that might give her a clue about the literal hell is going on. There's a colt tucked neatly into her jeans waistband, a knife hidden carefully away in her vest jacket pocket and she's tense, coiled tight and on edge.

She never found out what caused the rising in 2009; but what the hell caused it on July 3rd?]

ooc: prose and brackets are both fine, I'll go with it.

[She's not in the Enchanted Forest anymore.

The sound of a fire crackling would fit with where she just was, but not the room she wakes up in. It's cold, dark, and empty, and most importantly it's modern. The light in the room barely works, but it illuminates the space around her enough for Emma to be sure that she's not in the right place. This isn't some strange corner of Storybrooke she's never seen before, it's something else. Somewhere else. It's not how this was supposed to go. She was there, she saw Henry set everything back to the way it was. They should all be at Granny's right now having another victory party, except she's here and she doesn't even know where here is.]

Killian.

[If they didn't go back, what happened to him?

She bolts upright to get a better look around, getting to her feet immediately while she searches for some kind of weapon. Under the bed, she finds a gun that looks like more of a toy than a weapon, but it's all Emma has, so she takes it and hopes it works (it won't). There's no time for her to search the empty room. She needs to find Henry, Hook, and her parents. If she's here, that has to mean they're all here, right? All she has to do is find them.

David always insists that family finds each other, she's hoping that kicks in here.

Stepping out into the hallway, there's no shortage of potential rooms to find them in. It'd be smart to keep her mouth shut, get a sense of her surroundings, maybe see what's around the corner and behind each closed door before she announces herself, but there's no time for rational thought. Emma knows better than to call out when she doesn't know what the hell she's walking into, but that's exactly what she does, going in order and poking her head into the room nearest to her, finding it empty, and moving on to the next one.]

Henry? Hook? Where the hell is everyone?

R doesn't remember getting separated from the airport hive. He doesn't remember how he got here or when he picked up the thing in his right pocket - lighter, some instinct says when his fingers slide over the surface - and he guesses he should be panicking about now. Even though he knows the answer, he waits to see if anything, anything at all, will swell up to replace the flatline of his un-life. Nothing. Like his pulse, frozen in shriveled veins, it's missing.

It isn't the first time things have smeared away. Probably won't be the last. Hard to get too worried about it when you're a dead boy walking, when the biggest concern is which which foot do I shuffle with first and I hope I get the brains today because that one-armed janitor keeps beating me to it. After the first few test groans rattle and wheeze out of his chest, R has to come the conclusion that he's the only corpse here and he'll have to either wander back to the airport or keep staggering around until he meets some new dead people to bump shoulders with.

His head listing to the side, R lurches to his feet only to trip over the side of the bed and bounce off the wall with one shoulder before he faces the door. Doors he remembers. Doorknobs too. Sometimes he even remembers how to reach out, like right now, and turn the knob, his gray hand slapping uselessly against the metal for a few long seconds before he gets his stiff fingers curled. (It's easier to just bust through a window with the other zombies. There's something unspeakably comforting about losing yourself in mindless numbers).

R can be found standing dead center in the middle of the hallway, staring up at the glowing Medical Center sign with his mouth sagging open, like it's the most interesting thing in the world, or he can be nosing at the warning sign at the front, splattered with what might be blood.

Actually, he might be giving it a test lick. It's...disappointing.

[ R's wandering around the compound, creeping it up as a zombie. He won't be attacking, but he will haltingly talk if spoken to ]

Edited 2015-07-12 08:36 (UTC)

The sound of disgusting mouth breathing stirs him from his heavy slumber, and Kaoru's first instinct is to groan and shove at the boy next to him. What really wakes him up is the fact that there's no boy there. (And that the thread count of the sheets is super unacceptable.) He's completely awake in a split second, sitting up abruptly in bed and blinking the sleep away from his eyes.

For a moment he thinks he's gone blind, but then the light above him momentarily flickers a little brighter and he realizes that he's just in a dimly-lit room. He slowly gets off the bed and heads for the door, cracking it open and peeking out.

"Medical Bay." He shuts the door quickly and pats himself over, looking down at his silk pajama pants, but everything seems to be okay. So why on earth is he here? ... where is here, anyway? And where did that breathing come from? It's gone now, replaced by nothing but the quiet humming of the light in his room. On one hand, he's glad there's no creeper ghost in the room with him or something. On the other hand, it's leaving him with this weird feeling that he's the only person in the world, and that's just not possible.

Running a hand through his hair, Kaoru lets out a huff of breath and gets to work. The best plan of action he can come up with now is to search around this room and the medical bay in general. So after he goes over every centimeter of his very small lodgings, only to find a kit of art supplies and a stupid, blurry photo, he leaves the room, feeling very self-conscious about his lack of a shirt.

"Hikaru?" he calls as he wanders aimlessly through the compound, arms crossed over his chest. "Where the fuck are you?"

[prose preferred, but will match style]

A} [waking up] I say hey, what's going on?

"THE CAZEM ONLY WORKS FOR A FEW SECONDS!"

Those words jar Wolfgang awake and he's immediately alert. This isn't his room; it isn't his uncle's house and it isn't the boat in some-the-fuck-where in Iceland.

His first thought is that he's in the world of one of the other seven. That has to be it, right? Looking around, he sees his gun, reaching for that, checking that it's loaded and keeping it in hand. Then he starts looking around.

Is that a card?

When he opens it, it starts to sing, the sound tinny and flat, "GOOD LUCK WOLFIE." What the fuck. He slams that shut and tosses it aside with a dismissive grunt. His head feels ... empty, which probably only makes sense to the other seven, but that is, at this moment, an ominous sign. So, he sets that aside for a moment, rummaging around the room he's in. Nothing, but a note, reading "FORREST IS AN ASS, PASS IT ON." Who the fuck is Forrest? Where is he?

B} [exploring the compound] Trying to get it all out, what's in my head ...

When he hears other people milling around, Wolfgang stows his gun in the back of his black jeans, pulling his navy blue shirt over to hide it. He's wearing an expression best described as "dangerous wariness." He's not used to waking up in places he doesn't know: that doesn't usually bode well. The note he found is in his pocket and he's ready to fight if he needs to fight. No, he doesn't know this place, so the first thing first, he needs to find a way out. And see if the other seven really are not in his head on any more.

[Claire honestly hadn't believed that her troubles would be over the moment she got off Isla Nublar. It was true that perhaps the threat of being devoured by a rampaging Indominus rex was no longer a concern, thanks to a tag team of equally carnivorous dinosaurs. However, her work was far from over.]

[She believed that she had two paths spread out before her. One: she'd be fired for not only giving the green light on the I. rex project but also failing to contain the problem when - for lack of a better term - shit hit the fan. Okay, she could deal with that; she'd just have to go job hunting, though putting "Operations Manager of a theme park where the attractions ate the guests" wasn't going to sound great on her resumé.]

[Another possible outcome was that the board of directors would decide that since she was the Operations Manager of the park, she'd be put in the hot seat to deal with the resulting mess. Court hearings, press conferences, reconstruction of the resort (she wasn't sure how she felt about that).]

[What she didn't expect was a third option, and that was to wake up in a small, cramped room, still in her tattered clothes, to the sound of angry screaming. Claire had all but bolted awake, terrified and fully expectant that the ferry that was carrying them all away from Isla Nublar had suddenly been overrun by more dinosaurs. It took her a while to realize that the screams weren't of terror, but of anger - and they were gone after a minute, which was not creepy at all.]

[Claire had to get moving. She discarded the book on the LOLCatz: Dinosaur Edition (Rawr), thinking it was an unfunny prank, but kept the strip of paper that said "HAVE YOU SEEN MONTGO" and "WANTED FOR MU" before the rest of it was burnt off. It might've held clues to wherever the hell she was now.]

[The bare halls finally led her past a medical bay, a living area, and - oh, thank god - a kitchen.]

[Claire's last decent meal had been more than 24 hours past, which was now why she could be found opening a can of fruit cocktail and eagerly spooning its contents into her mouth. Hey, she was trying to be healthy.]

Edited 2015-07-12 16:01 (UTC)

[Don't open the door, they'll get in!

That's all she remembers about how she got here. A voice shouting at her to keep the door closed. She can't place it, can't even begin to imagine who they are. Or even where she is. For a moment, she thinks that Wells must be behind it, he must have grabbed her before she got inside her dad's house and dumped her here for who knows what reason. To punish Barry, to lure him out, just because he's a psychopath.

But then she's not bound or injured as far as she can tell, there's a box of cookies in the bed and the door isn't locked.

First thing Iris does is check her phone but the battery's dead. So is the tablet she finds in the room with her. Both get tossed back into her purse with a slightly annoyed click of her tongue, along with the box of cookies because Iris West is not a girl to leave behind sweets. And there's really not much else to do here that doesn't involve opening that door and facing whatever they are.

There's nothing on the other side except a hallway and Iris lets out a small breath of relief, relaxes the fist she made at her side. It's either punch someone or throw her shoe at them, that's the best weapon she's got right now. Four inch heels.

Well-- not going to get home if she just stands around in this hallway. So yeah, she moves to explore exactly where the hell she is. From here, she can be found in the medical wing not looking for anything specific but maybe slipping a few things into her purse. Or she's in that computer room fiddling with the row of computers and trying to get one of them to log on and work. She's not really a master hacker, by any means but it's worth a shot. Or even standing in front of the front doors almost shell shocked at the message written there.]

[ the toxin is working! it's working!

the words echo in her mind as she slowly opens her eyes and stares up at the light swinging precariously overhead. her eyes move back and forth with it a few times before the realization hits her that she doesn't know this place. and that's when wide-eyed panic starts to set in. it's not quite as the level one would think though. she's not as panicked as she should be, even though the wide-eyes do say otherwise.

given the variety of meta-humans she's seen since barry woke up from his coma, the meta-humans who are all still out there with who knows what kind of abilities and the giant hole that was ripped in the sky, why wouldn't she suddenly find herself in a place she doesn't know? ]

The toxin is working...

[ caitlin quickly scrambles to her feet and running through a mental generalized checklist of symptoms associated with most toxins. she feels fine though. about as fine as she could be right now, at least. of course that means nothing for slow acting toxins or ones that doesn't present themselves the same way as others. there's any number of toxins that the disembodied voice could have been talking about, and without knowing which, as well as without proper testing, it's a very needle in a haystack sort of situation.

though the voice did say that it was working. that would likely mean that she'd feel something already if it was used on her. which it may not even have been. she shakes her head. she's going to drive herself crazy with what are essentially what ifs. deal with what's right in front of you caitlin, then worry about the rest.

she frantically searches through the room, finding nothing truly remarkable aside from a bag of riesen ( odd ) and a file folder with her name on page after page. it makes her feel a little... uncomfortable is a good work for it. there's a time and a place for a file like this, and she isn't entirely sure this is one of them. she clutches the folder tightly ( and also grabs the bag of chocolate candy. it's so out of place that she can't help but take it! ) and heads into the hallway.

medical wing

maybe there she can find something that'll answer some questions she has, or better yet, someone.

she can be found there looking through things, and grabbing anything small enough that she can shove into her purse ( where the file folder and the bag of candy have since gone ). a girl can never have too many medical bits in her purse, after all! ]

[ When Barry wakes up, it's to the sound of something running towards him and that's enough to jolt him back into consciousness, a sharp prickle of fear jabbing itself into his chest and working itself down to land in the pit of his stomach.

Wells.

But when he opens his eyes, he's not in STAR labs, he's not in the police HQ, he's not at home or any other familiar place. He's in some kind of abandoned compound that smells stale and moldy and feels hot and cold at the same time. The mattress squeaks in protest as he shifts awake, and it's definitely not his bed.

He's in his Flash suit, the deep reddish-burgundy spandex fitting tightly over him so it squeaks when he shifts to sit up, his mask slightly askew. He readjusts it and as he does, he swears he hears the sound of running again, a set of feet coming at him, closerclosercloser -- ]

Ugh -

[ Barry clutches at his head, gets to his feet in - well, a flash - and turns to glance over his shoulder. Makes a quick spin, thinking he'll find his pursuant. The toe of his boot hits something and he finds a bag of shoes at his feet. Womens, mens, kids, nice ones, mostly new, some of them old and scuffed up. There's a small piece of paper with the words 'special animals aren't immune' scrawled over it in black block print, but the note and the shoes make no sense. ]

What the ...

[ Later, bag of shoes slung over his shoulder because he isn't sure what to do with them, one might find a blur of red pass them a couple of times, or maybe three, before he stops to examine something.

Or, they might find him at the front gates staring out towards the horizon as though he might be able to gauge where he is and how he got here - how any of them got here ...

And if you're the type to need a little bit of fresh air at a higher altitude, or you just enjoy rooftop perching, there's a moment when the Flash will be on the top of the wall, trying to get a better vantage point of the whole compound. He looks ... worried.

Because, Toto, we're not in ~~Kansas~~ Central City anymore. ]

Edited 2015-07-12 18:58 (UTC)

a;

Waking up in a strange place when the last thing she remembers is getting on their new ship is pretty unnerving. Waking up to voices she doesn't recognize even more so, especially when she can't find anyone from her crew around once she fully wakes up. But she's been lost before, many times over- she could figure that out without breaking out a sweat. It takes a lot more than that for Gamora to freak out, or even worry a little bit. She just has to focus, find out where she is, and figure out how to get back to where she wants to be from there.

No, what makes her actually wonder if something really, really wrong is going is that she wakes up with a picture of Nebula next to her. She doesn't even notice the dissertation on Kevin Bacon util later, and by the she isn't in the mood for heroes. Whoever did that knew how to get to her, what her weak spot was and she never, ever should show her weak spot. So forgive her if she's a little pissed off.

And by pissed off I mean she's currently sneaking around and pushing the first person she finds against a wall, to of her blades on their throats.

"Whatever you know about this place: tell me. Or you won't be able to tell me anything soon."

b;

After a couple of probably awkward encounters that way, she's calmed down a bit.

But she still has no idea how to get back home, or how to get an actual working ship. So she's scavenging for any piece of technology she finds right outside the building (she isn't stupid enough to get too far yet) and checking them out for pieces she can use. So far she's had no luck, wherever she is is pretty damn behind when it comes to technology.

This is going to take her longer than she had expected.

roof;

[ This isn’t his ship. He knows that before he opens his eyes, the now-familiar hum of life support systems replaced by distant and distinctly more human sounds — It WAS our fault... and some idiot left it behind in V— less distant is the voice that jolts him to alert, but when he looks for the source there isn’t one, and this wouldn’t be the first time his nightmares bled through into the first few moments of waking.

It isn’t the first he’s woken up somewhere unfamiliar with no idea how he got there, either. He looks at his hands. Clean. Weapons unused. Partner missing. Okay.

He moves with purpose, like he belongs here and like he knows where he’s going, through hallways and up stairwells of what looks like a military base but doesn’t seem to have any military personnel in it, until he reaches the roof. High ground and a good vantage point on— ]

What the hell–?

[ —Earth. The words are breathed as his boots scrape to a stop against emulsion. That’s Earth alright, but empty. No cars on the highway. No guards at the gates. Nothing.

Huh. ]

armory;

[ First things first, he needs more weapons. A rifle with a scope, some spare clips, an extra set of knives. Gunshots attract them, the sign said, whatever them is, and so he settles cross-armed in front of the crossbows like they’ve personally offended him, mouth downturned.

Crossbows, man.

Maybe there’s a silencer in here somewhere... ]

Ow, would ya—

[ Between crossbow wall and supply trunk, he jabs an elbow at his jacket. –The strangely bulbous jacket he’s got on in the middle of summer and now seems to be. squirming. around the midsection. ]

Alright, alright, hold your horses, I’ll find you a backpack or something.

kitchens;

[ 1.3 miles is nothing much if he knows where he’s headed, but when he’s headed into the unknown, even he has to admit it doesn’t hurt to be a little prepared. (Somewhere, Daisy ought to be very proud.) An MRE or two might be worth its weight, but more importantly: water. He’s filling canteens at the sink, metal fingers curled around the neck of a bottle under the tap, With his off hand, he extends a carrot he'd dug out of one of the fridges over his shoulder, toward the open flap of his backpack.

The pack gives a huff. ]

Hey. [ Nothing. He bounces the carrot. ] Come on. I know it’s no Skrull-Thai fusion — trust me, I know — but at least it ain’t freeze-dried.

[ A grunt answers. Bucky shrugs. ]

You loss, pal.

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Gin-chan, it is too early, yes? Turn the TV down!

[ Yeah, she heard the announcement, and it did a good enough job of waking her up. Not that she understands the implications yet.

She climbs out of the bed, causing a wallet to slip out of the blanket and drop to the floor. She grabs that, pockets it, and also collects her new box of rice. Thinking Gintoki must have left it in her room because he forgot it was his day to make breakfast, she tucks it under her arm and heads out.

She's very obviously half asleep when she ends up in the medical bay. At one of the sinks inside, she reaches for where her toothbrush normally sits, and finds a tongue depressor instead. Apparently, she doesn't notice the difference, because she's standing there attempting to brush her teeth anyway. ]

Edited 2015-07-12 21:42 (UTC)

WAKING UP.

[ a bloodcurdling get out is one hell of an alternative wake-up call to what quinn considers singing. he's up, he's at 'em, and he's stuck in some new goddamn hole that's — what his money's on as — undoubtedly waller's doing. the woman has a fetish; there's no two-ways about it. she likes watching them suffer. put 'em in the maze and watch the little rats scurry.

first thing he notices is the lack of a fail-safe. there's no familiar weight of exploding turtlenecks or anklets laced with nitric acid. it's a test. has to be. so, he'll play. without orders, without any sign of what to do next, he goes with gut instinct. floyd's turning the place over, the scope that serves as vision in his right eye is honed in on the metrics, pulling in what information he can. life forms outside of the room, their thermal marks visible in varying distances. they left him armed, practically strapped in and ready for a fight. ammo across his chest, glocks in their holsters, bulletproof vest, and a few other toys strapped to his legs and ankles — what the hell is she up to?

it isn't until he's combing through the lockers that he finds it. one of the pictures of his daughter, zoe, he keeps folded up and tucked in his vest. it's a sick fucking gesture, but it motivates him, gets him ready for whatever the hell else she's got planned for him. ( under the bed's a small purple something he figures for an egg. he doesn't question it; what's the point now? it goes into one of the leg pockets of his pants. )

he adjusts his scope with gloved fingers, allowing it to focus as he braces himself for what's coming next. he turns the knob, almost offended in all its ease. he points the gun forward, slowly making his way from the room with caution. one step closer to getting out of here.

one step closer to being thrown back in the hole until the next time waller feels like playing god. ]

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE.

[ gunshots attract them. he tries not to take that personally.

find him doing the following: ]

↪ floyd's stopped pointing fingers at waller by the time he reaches the medical bay. whatever this is, whoever's behind this, it's bigger than ARGUS. maybe even bigger than waller. he raises a brow at the set-up the compound's got and it's almost cute. the clamor of what feels like a goddamn circus causes him to disappear and continue a more extensive search for answers.

↪ the living quarters don't hold much. other than a headache and more bodies panicking, following suit in confusion. no familiar faces, and a part of him is almost glad for it.

↪ he takes the time to investigate the weapons shed, coming in for sloppy seconds at this point. without much room for anything other than the sniper rifle that he throws over his shoulder, he tucks some spare ammunition and a pistol ( yes, another one ) into wherever he can.

↪ which brings our devilishly handsome anti-hero to the rooftops to do what he does best — see from a distance and finally get a good goddamn vantage point on the situation.

Edited 2015-07-12 23:50 (UTC)

[ After initially freezing literally her entire room out of sheer panic, fear and surprise, Elsa finally decides to creep out.

Calmed (as much as she can be calm after waking up to her name being hissed again and again, after the decaying scent of blood and death invading her nostrils lingers far too long and only grows stronger once she opens the door), she steps into the hall, back straight, head high, fists balled, jaw set and angry. ]

Anna! [ is her first shout, gown swirling around her ankles, braid slightly mussed but still hanging loose and soft over her shoulder. ]

medical bay.

( hades is a joke, is all silena can think.

or maybe traitors don't get swift death. or maybe there's a special center of the underworld that calls home to the people who betray their friends, in the form of an apocalypse -- it doesn't seem very greek, but then again silena isn't about to question it. she lost her capability of caring in her death, lost a lot of herself in death, and more than anything she just feels tired. there's no charlie ( which is fine, because he probably went to the paradise of heroes that silena will never see ), there's no clarisse, there's no reason for her to keep trying when she'd already given up long, long ago.

still, her existence as a daughter of aphrodite becomes her. and as soon as she comes to, her immediate reaction is to push her hand against the gnarly scarred side of her face and run with her head down to the medical bay. there's no helping the scars, which is fine, because now the outer appearance matches the inner one -- but she does find bandages, and manages to wrap up the ugly half of her face, bandage crossed over one of her eyes and the entirety of one of her cheeks.

there's still disfiguration seen on the border between bandage and skin, and maybe silena feels self conscious about it, but she largely keeps her head down, rifling through drawers and drawers to find something close to a weapon. )

What're the chances of finding celestial bronze here, huh. ( to whoever's in the room. )

waking up;

[A sound like someone drowning jolts Tali awake and she bolts up out of the bed, on her feet in an instant. She's alone, though. This isn't the Normandy, it isn't any ship at all, and no one is choking.

This is wrong.]

Uuh. Hello?

[A quick search of the room turns up a strange note and an antique kitten calendar, of all things. She takes them both (because why not, right?) and edges cautiously into the hallway.

There's a person a few feet away, and suddenly Tali finds herself wishing she had a gun.

She also finds herself shouting at the person, as one does.]

Hey! I am Admiral Tali'Zorah vas Normandy of the Migrant Fleet, and I demand to know what's going on here.

[And so, a masked alien with a vaguely eastern European accent yells at someone who's probably just as confused as she is. This is obviously going to go well.]

kitchens;

[Tali passes the kitchen area right on by before doubling back and heading in. There's no telling how long she'll be here; she needs provisions.

She looks through a cabinet, then another. There's nothing dextro that she can see, which means if there's no food anywhere else then she has nothing to eat.

As she picks through a third cabinet, she mutters:]

I don't think whoever stocked this place had quarians or turians in mind.

computer lab;

[She feels a twinge of relief amidst her confusion when she stumbles upon the computers. They're old, archaic, but any sort of tech is a comfort here. Unlocking one should be simple, she assumes.

Her omni-tool glows brilliant orange against the dim glow of the computer screen as she sets to work trying to hack her way in.]

i. eyes wide -- you must have gotten in the belladonna.

[ when elena blacks out, it's in the passenger seat of a car careening toward the wickery bridge. when she wakes up, it's in a strange bed in a strange facility with no idea how she got there, the sound of rustling bushes filling her ears until it slowly fades. she sits up in bed, looking around herself slowly, before a terrifying thought occurs to her. it drives her out of the bed and to the nearest mirror, where she can be find baring her teeth and pulling at the skin around her eyes, looking worried.

after she's ascertained that she's probably not a vampire, she begins to explore the facility she's found herself in, walking around with no particular aim in mind. the starbucks coupon she woke up with fell from her hand when she launched herself out of bed, but she puts that in her back pocket when she finds it, along with the picture she finds under the bed when she crouches down to get the coupon. who knows what will be important here, after all?

first she can be found checking the doors to see if there's anyone else around her. after that, she passes through the kitchen to pick up a knife, and makes her way through the rest of the facility with it in hand. it's when she gets to the doors leading outside the compound that she stops, dread settling in her stomach. ]

2015...?

[ last she knew, it was 2010. was she really asleep for five years? she looked exactly the same as when she'd last seen herself when she looked in the mirror, how could she possibly have missed five years? elena stares at the doors with mounting horror, frozen in place as she tries to rationalize what happened. ]

ii. keep razor in the cheek, robin in the birdcage. (closed to varvatos)

[ after calming down from her near meltdown over the lost five years, elena goes to the armoury to grab a crossbow and a hunting knife, having already taken a canteen of water from the kitchen. she has to investigate this hollows place and find out how far from mystic falls she is -- no one she's talked to yet seems to know where they are or what's going on, and elena has too many questions to just stick around and wait for answers. she has to go find them for herself. if it's really been five years, then who knows what klaus has done to everyone else in her absence -- elena shudders to think what could have happened to her friends, to damon, to jeremy... she has to find all of them.

it takes her forty five minutes to make her way to what she assumes is hollows, and when she gets there, she doesn't quite know what to make of it. the whole town is abandoned, as far as she can tell, other than the others from the compound who might be here with her. it's a ghost town, and that doesn't bode well -- elena feels a mounting sense of forboding the more she looks around the town.

it's when she steps foot inside a building that that sense is rewarded -- out of nowhere something attacks her, pushing her against the wall before she can grab her gun. she barely keeps it from getting its teeth in her when she realizes what it is -- human-shaped, but with no fangs, no veins around the eyes. it's rotting, smells of death, and there's only one word she can think of to describe the creature currently snapping its teeth at her. ]

Zombies? Seriously?

[ without waiting for a response from the zombie, she elbows it in the face and then ducks out from under its grip, moving so that she's no longer pinned. there's nowhere for her to go, but at least she's not dealing with a zombie in her face anymore. elena aims her crossbow at it and fires off a shot -- it goes through the zombie's neck, not its brain, and it keeps shambling toward her. it'll take her a few seconds to reload the crossbow -- this one requires more strength to nock than the ones she's practiced with -- and while she moves away from the zombie she starts yelling. ]

Hey! Is there anyone out there? I need help!

Edited 2015-07-13 10:46 (UTC)

A. [Waking up in a place that he didn't recognize or start out in was not a new thing for Damon. Though it would've been nice if he remembers how he blacked out in the first place and went from rubbing elbows at the Lockwood estate to breathing in sterile air under a sheet like he was in a hospital. Every noise he hears is coming from outside and seems to be heard through a very loud, leaky faucet.

He doesn't see the source of the dripping water when he actually opens his eyes and sits up. He's in a small, sparse room with a steel door and a single light. The "fuck this" signal goes off in his brain and he goes straight for the door--and it's already unlocked and he can get out just fine without any struggle, which surprises him. If anything, it puts him even further on edge.

Last person he talked to was Klaus. The last conversation he remembers was about not knowing how far his brother was willing to go to accomplish his plan. He might not be locked in a cell, but this place is unfamiliar and not where he's supposed to be. And when he checks his phone, the battery's dead, which puts it right back into his pocket. Nothing validates that he's even in Mystic Falls anymore, though that thought is too ridiculous to entertain for long.

His eyes dart around.] Stefan? [First time is flat and perfunctory. The next couple times, he might sound a little more concerned.]

B. [As far as getting a good look at the room he woke up in and the items still inside, he'll get to that. But he needs a better idea of the bigger picture, first. So he'll be going through as much of the compound as he can.

He stops briefly in the weapons shed, more to examine it than anything else. It's about as well-stocked and expansive as a B-horror knock-off place like this would be. He'll just be looking and not taking a single thing.

He spends a lot more time in the medical bay. Like most of the newcomers, he'll be rummaging through the different pharmaceuticals and supplies that have seemingly been left out for them. Except he still isn't taking anything, and might even toss a few things over his shoulder and onto the floor in order to get them out of his way, like he's looking for something very specific. Spending a lot of time in particular looking inside any type of container that's refrigerated.]

C. [Then there were the front doors and their ominous graffiti threats.

DO NOT GO OUTSIDE WITHOUT A GUN AND WATER, the writing tells Damon. To which he snorts, and scratches some of the dried blood off with a fingernail.] Dramatic, much?

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