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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!
controlledvariable: (Batgirl -- so goddamn bored)

[personal profile] controlledvariable 2015-07-12 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
That's a new one.

[She really hopes it isn't like - going to turn into anything horrible.]

Is it yours?
unbreachable: bangparty (Default)

[personal profile] unbreachable 2015-07-12 04:47 am (UTC)(link)

I guess so. She was in the room with me when I woke up.

[ it literally has not occurred to him that the cat could be anything other than a cat. ]

untodawn: (pic#9313356)

[personal profile] untodawn 2015-07-12 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ When John called meandering up and down the corridors a patrol it detached him from the idea of this all being invented busy work. Armed and moving he could do some; he could prevent another raid on the medical facilities, or even find someone with the technical acumen to answer questions he could not.

All in all, 'patrol' was a safe and distancing word from directionless abandon. John wasn't made to be useless, but he was built to keep moving. Luck would out, whether he subscribed to predestination or not he always managed to stumble where he was needed.

Here, he literally nearly tripped over where he would be needed most.
]

Dr. Halsey.

[ John shifted where he stood into parade rest. Arms held tight behind his back, feet firmly apart and weapon held securely down the length of his spine. Stock straight, and prepared to stay that way until told otherwise. Halsey was last seen during Operation: WHITE GLOVE and the deliberate destruction of CASTLE and SWORD base. He is relived she is alive, and yet readily accepts her presence as an inevitable

There was so much to tell and truth would out.
]
controlledvariable: (Batgirl -- the judgey breakfast club)

[personal profile] controlledvariable 2015-07-12 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
I don't play well with others.

[Steph is more used to working alongside one person, or alone. She's only just started the whole team thing.]

You gonna lower that?
controlledvariable: (Batgirl -- I ain't even mad)

[personal profile] controlledvariable 2015-07-12 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
Huh.

[She leans in a little, balancing on the tip of her toes as she investigates the cat.]

Last cat I met back home turned giant and tried to eat me, but hopefully this one's nicer.

[Reassuring????]
zombae: (like when the winter wind)

[personal profile] zombae 2015-07-12 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
Like Boots the Monkey if he started selling drugs and sandwiches.

[Hey, everyone's seen Dora the Explorer.

Pain isn't so much of a problem for Kieren anymore. Nor is... any kind of sensation, when it comes down to it. One of the few things that hurts, thesedays, is getting his shots.

None of which means he doesn't almost fall over himself with gratitude as he gets to her and checks the bottles.]


This is it. This is actually it. [Not a lot of it, but something. Better than nothing. He starts going through the rest of the shelf, just in case.] You're like a medicine whisperer.
axeyou: (grim - i hear they comin for me)

[personal profile] axeyou 2015-07-12 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
Star-Lord.

Internally, Johanna rolls her eyes, and rolls them hard. You have got to be kidding. That's supposed to be a name? And this is coming from someone from Panem, where--by everyone else's standards--the naming conventions are a little less than normal--but come on.

By the way, he didn't miss that blank look on Star-Lord's face. Maybe this is going to be easier than she thought. So her eyeroll stays totally internal. Outwardly, she lets her eye round a little more, and her mouth drop open.

"Lord," she repeats, quietly, "but you don't own-- J-Juniper." The hiccup in her voice is one she tries to swallow, trying to calm down. Hastily, she presses her hands over her mouth. As good as she is, she has yet to work out how to go a little pink on command, but this is good enough. "I'm Juniper. You're a prisoner here, too?"
zombae: (and welcome them)

[personal profile] zombae 2015-07-12 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
I'm a... Partially-Deceased Syndrome sufferer. [His mouth continues moving without voicing the rest of the rehab affirmation: and the things that I did in my untreated state were not my fault.

What's odd, though, is the lack of recognition of the term.]


So, sort of. I've heard worse. [Zombie may be non PC these days, but 'Rotter' is the standard insult back home.] You must know what that is, though. The rising? The war?

debts: (where you could love him.)

[personal profile] debts 2015-07-12 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ She looks at him. She looks at him and doesn't really bother to hide the fact she's sizing something up, not so much him but the next course of action. Natasha knows with an acute clarity that she can't leave him, but she knows exactly how to feel about compromising her own immunology.

But breathing masks are better than nothing.
]

It can't hurt.

[ Which is her way of being kind, right now.

Bait. If she were working this, those people out there, if they are people? They'd be bait.
]
debts: (and everyone in this room will have to l)

[personal profile] debts 2015-07-12 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Natasha works.

[ English, this time. She arches a brow as if to say you know how the Americans are, with their colloquialisms, and stands up. Stretches, a little, rolling her shoulders back before stepping away from the computer completely. ]

You don't happen to know anything about bypassing security nodes, do you?
debts: (( do they start that young? ))

[personal profile] debts 2015-07-12 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her arm stays in the air, outstretched. Her eyes aren't on the weapon in his hand or close to his, or even his arm.

She looks right at him and waits.

Yeah, this is going to go great with Steve.
]
oplourgia: (not before my coffee gdit)

[personal profile] oplourgia 2015-07-12 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Halsey jerks upright with an undignified yip she doesn't quite manage to suppress.]

I beg your pardon.

[Glaring. She has a really impressive glare.

She'll get around to scrutinizing his appearance in a moment.]
raptorchallenger: (pic#9321585)

[personal profile] raptorchallenger 2015-07-12 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
The door no longer being encumbered, she's able to finally bump it open and bolt into the hallway, pausing for a moment to get her bearings and catch whatever she can of the strange thing - sight or scent - and then shriek to her absent sisters and give chase.

How are you with running, Grif?
wipedclean: (that you stole)

[personal profile] wipedclean 2015-07-12 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
[If anything, it's the direct eye contact that does it. It's as good as an order, really, and he drops his gaze, his shoulders slumping slightly as he lifts the rifle and hands it over to her, taking the offered gun in its place.

Maybe it's the absence of HYDRA, the knowledge that it's collapsed, that creates a vaccuum in him, space that needs to be filled by authority of some kind, that leaves him grasping for orders from whoever will give them.

Even a former target.]
raptorchallenger: (pic#9321585)

[personal profile] raptorchallenger 2015-07-12 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
Echo's head tilts as she listens to his tone. Question? Why are they questions? Alpha doesn't usually questions. The chatter becomes more a low groan, a raspy question of her own, and she takes a slow step forward. Her head goes low, nostrils flaring as she pulls his scent in for deeper, further examination. One of her sickle-claws clicks on the ground as a sign to her growing impatience.
axeyou: (blase - hustlers if you're still living)

[personal profile] axeyou 2015-07-12 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
Uh-huh.

[Flatly. The cagey scramble for the wires doesn't fuss her at all, especially because she doesn't have any real use for wires. Electronic? Not her thing. And the last time she was running around with a bunch of wire landed her here, or whatever, so she's even less interested.

She nods toward the tangle he's holding close to himself.]


That's a bunch of wires. Do you know what the sun is? Big bright thing? Lots of light? If you look at it too long, it makes your eyes hurt?

[She widens her eyes, as if in demonstration. This guy look rough. That doesn't make her any nicer, it's just an observation.]
usavatar: (pic#1406858)

[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-12 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ This could be very stupid. It's absolutely going to put both of them in harm's way. His focus is on the horizon, not really watching it, not looking at her. Running possibilities and not coming up with any outcomes that aren't in some way bad.

Deep breath. Exhale. ]


Maybe I should do it alone. [ He does look at her now. ] You know, right? Who - what I am?
oplourgia: (halo? is this some trent reznor bs?)

[personal profile] oplourgia 2015-07-12 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Halsey tenses at hearing her name spoken by the voice of a dead man. Her head whips around, gaze automatically tracking up to where she knows the golden visor should be, her face etched with a naked shock that's deeply uncharacteristic--at least when it persists longer than it would take that lightning-quick mind of hers to govern her expression into something more dignified.]

John?

[She sounds like she's been punched in the gut, her voice a barely-there gasp.]
Edited 2015-07-12 05:24 (UTC)
alonetogether: (pic#9259630)

[personal profile] alonetogether 2015-07-12 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ ANNOYING GREEN BOW PERSON. ]

Fine. Don't get in my way.

[ She can lose him between here and there, no problem.

Back out the front doors she goes, realizing that she hasn't introduced herself, wondering what's changed in her between now and when she and Joel met Henry and Sam. She gave them her name without question. Joel didn't like it, but-

It doesn't matter. She gestures at the writing on the outside. THE WORLD ENDED JULY 3RD, 2015. ]


They're like, two years slow on the uptake.
kamikaze: (pic#)

[personal profile] kamikaze 2015-07-12 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
[This stranger does not look pleased. Stern, that's what she looks like, and Nux's expression falters. She begs pardon and Nux only kind-of knows what that is, ain't a phrase you heard too much back at the Citadel. So:]

Eh-- pardon?

[Yeah?]
raptorchallenger: (Default)

[personal profile] raptorchallenger 2015-07-12 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
[There's no mistaking that sound, and wherever she is and whatever she's doing at the time, Echo stops and stretches her neck into the hair to answer in kind, then takes in a deep noseful to try and catch her sisters scent.

Then she's turning and following that thread as fast as she can, scrabbling at the smooth ground with agitated growls as she tries to find the fastest purchase in order to sprint. She may still be bitter, but pack is pack and she`s not whole without them.]
usavatar: (pic#1406858)

GOLDEN RETRIEVER BROS

[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-12 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
You have a cat.

[ It's slightly amused. ]

Someone else woke up with a purple dog.

[ He drags a hand through his hair. ] No idea. Around fifty of us woke up here, looks like, and no one's saying if they have any clue what's happening.
blackagar: no cause for alarm officer (threat: creepy dark blob)

[personal profile] blackagar 2015-07-12 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
Black Bolt is sort of a menacing-looking figure in any situation; a black suit picked out in sharp silver, a cowl over the top half of his face, the statue of a small mountain. But at the shooting range, moving almost silent through the shadows and poor lighting near the door, he's a really, really long way away from any kind of a comforting sight. He hasn't spotted Ellie yet, as his eyes sweep the room with a stern, generally inscrutable look. There could be something he needs in here, but he really doubts it. Still, it's worth a look.
raptorchallenger: (pic#9321585)

[personal profile] raptorchallenger 2015-07-12 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
[It's just a more challenging version of Hide and Seek. Echo's patience isn't exactly holding up but it is doing better than Charlie's. When the other raptor passes her in the hall in an attempt to quicken the pace, Echo snarls in aggravation and nudges her head at Charlie's flank as it passes. She may not be pack Beta but she's damn near close enough to qualify in this particular situation where Blue is entirely absent (at least, that's how it seems in her own head). She takes a couple large strides to pull even with Charlie and give her a low warning growl.]
oplourgia: (john throw them out the airlock pls)

[personal profile] oplourgia 2015-07-12 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Wait, what?

Off-balance and unhappy about the fact, Halsey takes refuge in waspishness.]


Do you sneak up on everyone, or am I merely lucky?