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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!
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[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-09 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Steve was indeed heading for the wall. To think, to plan, to try and put his head back together. He's not rude enough to ignore the hail, though he's severely tempted.

"...Thanks. Nice bow."

He's eying Clint while his hindbrain helpfully whispers does he know you until Steve wants to reach into his head and yank the voice out. "Any reason you picked that instead of a gun?"
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moira burton | resident evil | ota

[personal profile] minefield 2015-07-09 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Moira wakes up to the sound of scratching on the walls, and the first thing she thinks is shit, not again.

This is the second time she's woken up somewhere unfamiliar to the sound of something unusual, strange and discomforting surrounding her. Her crowbar is there, at least, as well as her guns and flash light, so she's pretty damn happy about that. At least she isn't completely without a weapon.

Tucking all else away, she holds her crowbar in her slightly shaking hands, and makes her way out of what seems to be a medical area. There are doors at the end, and she doesn't bother with any others before making her way to them, shining her flashlight at the words to make them clearer in the dimly lit hallway, and has to hold strong in the face of a wave of nausea that hits her at the sight of what the words might be made of, because no matter what she's lived through, the effect never changes.

DO NOT GO OUTSIDE WITHOUT A GUN AND WATER...

And again, all she can think is shit, because this isn't a situation she wanted to end up in, after having just been in one.

(She had just been about to find Barry, about to find her father, and yet... Here she is. In another fucking apocalyptic area, without Claire or Evgeny or her father, and it's fan-fucking-tastic that she would end up by herself again.)

She taps the end of her crowbar against her leg for a moment, before pushing open one of the doors and closing it behind her, looking back for only a second to see the words printed on there, too. They mimic the words on the other side, and are just as helpful in the information they hand her, because at least she knows now she isn't on the Overseer's island, despite the constantly red bracelet that still rests on her wrist.

And fuck. This is a world-wide thing, not just an island-only one. Even better.

It's only when she hears someone else walking, footsteps sounding eerily terrifying in the current world she's stuck in, that she spins around and throws her makeshift weapon up, ready to brain whoever it is approaching because of course it would be a zombie, knowing her luck.

Except it isn't. And Moira doesn't know if she should be happy or not. ]


Woah, shit, sorry! You surprised me— [ then she pauses, looking unhappy and unsure, before speaking again. ] Hey, do you have any idea what the fuck is going on here?!
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[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-09 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wait- Barnes?" He shakes her hand, confusion jumping from eight to eleven. The 'Nomad' designation takes him a moment, before he realizes it's maybe something like Captain America. "I know a James Barnes. You're not... related, are you?"

Bucky will have some serious explaining to do when Steve finds him, otherwise.
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[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-09 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[He makes a quiet, surprised sound before falling in next to her, shield-arm hanging loose at his side.] Sounds good to me.

[A moment of silence, then:] Do we know much about this place yet?

[Yes he is already shifting to the collective we.]
debts: (as it was then﹐ will be on fire.)

[personal profile] debts 2015-07-09 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
No.

[ But that's not how it sounds. She ticks a shoulder and gives the computer another few (futile) keystrokes before turning away from it. Her left hand picks the gun back up, flicking the safety off, index finger resting alongside the trigger. ]

I'll be in the compound. Can you track me down?

[ She doesn't mean in-person. Natasha's asking about the red coronas, if her energies can sense or track her down. They never did have time to figure that one out. ]
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[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-09 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, I don't." He's not sure if her statement about where he was before is supposed to elicit a response or not, but it seems right to give some kind of confirmation.

The hair on the back of his neck does that unpleasant little prickle as he remembers the screaming as he woke up. "No. I wasn't sure - it sounded almost like an animal."
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[personal profile] rondels 2015-07-09 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ well, that's certainly not like any shield that fliss has ever seen. it looks so smooth, has a very particular shine to it, and as if she were a passing, absent minded child, she finds herself staring at it for what would probably constitute... rather a long time. more so than it's shiny curiosity, though, is the association of shields with warriors. alistair. sten. she swallows, a little thickly, wishing now more than ever that at least one of her companions were also here. what a thing that would be; at least they would be trapped and confused in this bizarre place together.

in her pocket, her hand continues to absent mindedly play with the mysterious little key she has. her stare turns a little wistful, her brow furrowing slightly and mouth falling just marginally open as she keeps staring daftly at the shield.
]
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[personal profile] omnes 2015-07-09 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ a lack of enthusiasm for their current situation is something that clarke can relate to, so it doesn't bother clarke that he doesn't seem all that excited to be here. she knows that she isn't.

( she meant to be somewhere else entirely; she was going to be alone and on her own so that she wouldn't be reminded of what she's done every time she saw the memory of it reflected in someone else's face —

there are a lot of people here, but none of them grounders or from the ark. she's not sure if that makes it better or worse. )
]

Depends. [ her lips twist into something not quite a smile. ] Did you hurt your head?
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[personal profile] conversed 2015-07-09 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Clint didn't even see him on top of the wall. Stupid. But he glances up like he isn't surprised, takes a second to look him over, squinting against what's left of the sun — or maybe just squinting because he's got a headache and he just woke up. Judging by the state of his hair, the second one's just as likely.

"Lead pipe?"

Said in the tone of really. Clint, meanwhile, has a quiver on one hip and is holding a hunting bow in one hand. Maybe not the guy who should be casting stones.
debts: (bathroom floor﹐ the disk of the drain)

[personal profile] debts 2015-07-09 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Natasha notices. It's kind of cute.

She shrugs in response. Yes, very verbose. One hand on the grip of her gun, she tenses around corners but otherwise seems to know where she's going. Which, yeah, Natasha does— one tense track around the perimeter and through all the doors, and then circling back around to actually go inside the rooms. Second time's the charm to the outside wall.
]

Somebody left us instructions. I don't know if it's worth trusting. I'm going to guess it was evacuated— maybe a research facility of some kind, I think I saw a lab. I don't know what this place is and why we're here. There's a single gate outside. [ She glances at him. ] Who knows if we're being kept in or something's being kept out.

[ That's a lot of 'I don't know's. ]
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[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-09 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Normally, this would be the point at which Steve says 'shouldn't you be celebrating?' but he's kind of stuck on the fact that there is a kid with extendo-legs looking over the wall.

Honestly, he just came out here to get some air and think.]


Doesn't that hurt?
zombae: (but i feel it burning)

[personal profile] zombae 2015-07-09 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm.... not... exactly? [There's the vial of medicine that has to be shot, every day, into his spine, but most people don't think of people like him as sick. Since he got out of rehab he's heard evil, demonic, vermin, but nothing like concern for his health.] It's more like a syndrome. PDS?

[If the acronym means anything to her, he'll look up. If not... maybe he will anyway, before he trips over his feet. I can help you are nice words but he's learned that they can be retracted very easily.]
rondels: (MAKER ONLY KNOWS.)

[personal profile] rondels 2015-07-09 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the gestures the girl makes mean nothing to fliss, which is... unhelpful. for the girl, that is. fliss feels even more useless to her, though at least they have established some kind of sense that fliss is unlikely to hurt the poor girl. she frowns, shaking her head, staying where she is, noting the way the girl presses to the door. ]

I'm sorry — is that...? I don't understand. [ her tone is apologetic, it's the very least she can do as she scrambles for something in her head. ] Can you not speak?
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peter maximoff | x-men | ota

[personal profile] kleptos 2015-07-09 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Peter spends about an hour after waking up staring at the plush he's been left with, after he gets away from the noise of nails being scraped down a chalk board (which is a great thing to start with, obviously, and really leaves a good impression for what's going to happen in the rest of the day).

It's a tiny plush of a man wearing all purple, and it looks like that metal guy - Magneto - did when he was making his speech on the TV when he was trying to kill the President. Except older, an old man version of Erik Lehnsherr, and why the fuck has he been given this? What use could a Magneto plush provide him with?

The speedster doesn't know, but still keeps it with him when he exits the medbay, completely ignoring the signs posted on the doors and makes his way to the fences surrounding the area instead, all within seconds. There's nothing out there, nothing that will tell him what's going on, but this definitely doesn't seem like the cute little suburbs he's used to living in and stealing from.

He speeds around again, ends up back where he started by the doors, and frowns. Now he's actually looking at the sign left, and wow, that's pretty intense. He doesn't quite know what it means by the world ending, because that could mean a lot of things, but one thing he knows for absolutely sure is that he doesn't want to know what it is just yet. Though he's happy to see it in films and games, the world ending just isn't a comforting thought.

(Where are his sisters, his mother, those guys he helped break into prison--?)

So he runs, until he finally sees someone, and almost falls over in his haste to stop next to them, slowing down so dramatically that even with how used he is to stopping suddenly, crashing seems inevitable. ]


Hey, did you see the sign on the doors over there? What do you think it means by the world ending? Have you seen anyone else around here? Are we the only ones? That would be insane. [ He pauses for only a small breath before speaking again. ] So?
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[personal profile] omnes 2015-07-09 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ clarke has learned the value of swift and decisive action, but she's always known the value of caution, of rational thought and of making a plan before you act, of thinking. she isn't going to venture out blindly when someone's made these walls to keep something out. ( of course, it's possible that these walls are meant to keep them in, but the gate does not look like it will be difficult to leave and so clarke has discarded that option as unlikely. )

she's suspicious of the people around her; none of them look like grounders and none of them seem to be from the ark and there shouldn't really be a third group of people on earth because the men and women of mount weather are all dead, died at clarke's hand and -

she's not thinking about that, but she doesn't trust the people around her, either. distrust does not mean that she cannot talk to them, that she cannot ask them for information or use them to further her own goals: survival, finding her people, not necessarily in that order except how will she find them if she's dead?

so she gives a nod at the answer.
] At least we're not hallucinating, then.

[ or both of them are hallucinating. ] I'm assuming that's the case. Why else build something like this?
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[personal profile] debts 2015-07-09 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
You probably don't mean Pigment dispersion syndrome.

[ Well. Maybe. There's no folding of her arms across her chest; she's out in the hallway with what, right now, amounts to someone who's sick and scared. Even now, after everything she's learned, Natasha's not sure if the clock feels like it's counting down because she's scared or because it is. ]
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[personal profile] conversed 2015-07-09 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Less lethal. More finesse. Carnies.

"Nostalgia."

Better answer. Vague, a little cool, and he says it with a small non-committal shrug. And then, belatedly: "Door said to avoid gunshots."

Which is probably the best answer, though it does feel very tacked on. He gives a short nod towards the shield, though he hasn't bothered to move forward yet; they're talking across an awkwardly long space, the full span of the shooting range, and he has to make a point of not mumbling to get his words across.

"Did you bring that with you?"
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[personal profile] prepper 2015-07-09 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
What for, so I can accidentally shoot myself in the foot within five minutes?

[ the tone is more self-deprecating than necessarily humorous, and pepper's smile is thin. kind of tired, even if there's no real reason for her to be tired; it's just one thing after another, isn't it? you resign yourself to keep trudging through it all, one disaster, one mess after another. there's a slight pause, and pepper sort of mulls over whether to continue speaking or not, and in the end, she does. ]

I might expect you to know how to handle yourself in a crisis, if that's what this is, but I don't expect you to have all the answers. [ she clears her throat, lightly. ] Let's just try figure it out. Play it by ear, try not to... die, or something.

[ well that sure sounded better in her head than it did aloud. ]
zombae: (if i could make amends)

[personal profile] zombae 2015-07-09 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Dogs tend to notice when something's off. Probably Kieren's insides in this case.

He keeps his head down, face only half visible underneath the hood, but maybe that half's enough. Pale skin, thin enough to show the dead veins beneath. He doesn't look dead, though, just antsy around a snarling dog. That must be what he heard earlier.]


I've got no idea where I am or what I'm doing here, and this place looks like something out of a horror movie but besides that- [And the irony of that observation] fine. Thanks. Is he... friendly?

[Because he doesn't look like it.]
debts: (where were you)

[personal profile] debts 2015-07-09 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ To her credit: Natasha doesn't draw her weapon.

She does, though, stare. Fear that transmutes into something else isn't new — she remembers what it was like, viscerally, how the Hulk had chased her down, how she'd seen him and not-Bruce at the same time. It's an image that sticks.

(Wish you were here.)

A dinosaur licking at a wall isn't quite what she expects. Her hand is on the gun at her thigh, but otherwise Natasha just stares. It's like she's an animal in headlights, though it's not helplessness but some sort of animal blankness in her eyes.

She stares at it. Every line in her body is absolutely still and she just— waits.
]
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[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-09 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Steve is just outside the gate, studying distant movement through the heat haze. It's no easier to see what it is from the top of the wall - he checked. He's still carrying his unpainted shield, though he shed his dress tunic and tie back in the room where he woke up. With his drab olive shirtsleeves rolled up, the heat is more bearable.

He's very much considering putting a small team together to see what Hollows is, and whether or not it provides more answers than they're getting at the compound.

Peggy, Natasha. Who else can he ask? Peggy is the only one whose background he actually knows.

He sighs and rubs one temple with a thumb-knuckle. Don't think about the personal stuff. Focus on the task.]
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[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-09 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Enlightenment. Steve grins crookedly. "I should have thought of that."

Not that he has any clue how to use a bow. He glances down at the unpainted disc, resting his free hand against the rim. "Yeah. Woke up with it next to me."
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[personal profile] prepper 2015-07-09 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she arches her brows. that's definitely not the surest sounding "yes" she's ever heard, but she'll take it, for now. she can play impromptu animal services later. if she needs to. at least the man seems to know his name, so that counts for something. or he made it up, who knows, what does it matter? it's just a dog. still, it's the little things that sometimes make things better, like petting a canine ladies man friendly dog. ]

Hi there, Lucky. [ she likes him too, what can she say. an apologetic look crosses her face, though, and she shakes her face. ] I don't, no, though I can't say I think working here would actually make anything seem clearer.
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[personal profile] zombae 2015-07-09 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Not quite. [Although it sort of fits, and that was quick on her part. He touches his face, glad he doesn't have to be the one looking at it.] Partially deceased syndrome.

[They painted it on his house, and the others, so people would know a rotter was inside. Modern day leprosy's probably the closest analogy, or modern day plague. He isn't even infectious, but he was deadly and the potential for it still lurks there, if the drugs wear off.

Sod it. He tilts his head up to look at her, working really hard at approximating a friendly smile.]


It isn't contagious.
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[personal profile] sigillum 2015-07-09 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ollie shakes her head in answer to the question, then slowly pulls a piece of chalk from her pocket.

She writes "Can you read?" on the wall, her expression a little hopeful as she casts a glance back at Fliss. It doesn't seem like this woman wants to hurt her, so she's relaxing just a tiny bit.]