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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!
allages: (( AGAINST ))

because????

[personal profile] allages 2015-07-13 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ digging in the minds of those around her is a defense mechanism and right now, she's relying on it as much as she is on all her other senses. there are too many people around and none that she knows; she has no recollection of coming here — of course she's digging in his mind.

and she doesn't recoil from the litany of GET OUT, but it's a close thing. her surprise shows: eyes widening, her lips parting before she presses them into a thin line again. not even thor had been able to keep her out, and this is unpleasant, but not necessarily an obstacle.
]

You don't know.

[ it's not a question, but it is a test of sorts. his answers are too flat, his mind too guarded for her to trust that he really doesn't know, that he isn't hiding something. ]
fightingiswhatido: (ready to die)

[personal profile] fightingiswhatido 2015-07-13 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
All that is good to know, it's true, but Wolfgang hones in one one of those words: weapons.

"What's your name?" he asks, since he'll be a little polite before asking her to show him the weapons.
deathgoose: WHAT WAS SHINY (DID YOU HAVE TO RUIN)

[personal profile] deathgoose 2015-07-13 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The giving way is a mistake and would have earned the Other a spring-and-bite to the throat, but the call is what halts the wounded Alpha. She cocks her head and listens, retaining her domineering pose with claws out and a lip curled.

It's too late to back down, so she holds her ground, without advancing, to see what happens; if a Pack comes, things will change. If not, she will feast, but she isn't stupid enough to injure herself further if there are more coming; her mind may be merely a raptor's yet her problem-solving can take greater leaps than many. ]
dittosmakemewet: (pic#7605088)

[personal profile] dittosmakemewet 2015-07-13 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Rena." Smiling again, she extends her hand to shake his. "And yours?"
allages: (( 040 ))

[personal profile] allages 2015-07-13 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the man has a bow and arrows slung around his shoulder and for a moment, wanda is reminded of clint barton and his words — it's my job and you're an avenger and fighting against all odds, doing what's right because it's the right thing to do.

barton was never appreciative of her anger, and he wouldn't talk about designer clothes and wanda doesn't miss him the way she misses her brother, but she'd feel better if he was here. there's no point wallowing in that, though.
]

Helpful. [ that's with a twist to her mouth, not a smile. talking about designer clothes does not get them anywhere, and he doesn't know anything. it's frustrating and it's worrisome and wanda doesn't deflate only because his body language is too aggressive ( perhaps strong is a better word, she's not sure ) for her to show weakness. ]

What ideas do you have? [ because she'd interrupted a train of thought, because he might have at least seen more than she has. ]
fightingiswhatido: (Default)

[personal profile] fightingiswhatido 2015-07-13 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Reaching out, he squeezes her hand and lets it drop. "Wolfgang. You don't seem scared."
allages: (( DIFFERENTIAL ))

[personal profile] allages 2015-07-13 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ that information is not helpful, and wanda already knows. she's seen new york city now, in person rather than on a small tv screen. this isn't new york city and it isn't sokovia; no one seems to know where it is.

but cindy isn't lying. she really doesn't know more. it's enough to make some of the aggressiveness bleed out of wanda, the set of her shoulders easing fractionally.
]

It does.
dittosmakemewet: (pic#7605070)

[personal profile] dittosmakemewet 2015-07-13 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"I haven't found anything to be scared of yet. I mean, aside from the whole waking up in a strange place with a lot of people I don't recognize... thing. But we all seem to be in the same boat, so to speak, and if someone were trying to keep us prisoner, they're super bad at it. We all just got up and wandered around and like immediately found guns and knives and stuff. And food. And I kinda get the feeling the doors aren't there to keep us in."

Remembering her offer from earlier, she held the bucket out to him again. "Oh! Speaking of food, these won't be good for much longer! Seriously, grab one before I eat the whole bucket and gain like fifty pounds. What's your opinion of thigh meat?"
allages: (( 028 ))

[personal profile] allages 2015-07-13 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ not all conversations need to be out loud. even before the experiments gave them these powers, wanda and pietro could have entire conversations in nothing but glances and aborted gestures, in body language and small touches.

she doesn't know natasha the way she knew her brother, but she has her abilities now. natasha leaves and wanda does not confirm that she is sure and does not promise that she will stay out of natasha's head. instead, she stays where she is a moment longer and then leaves, finding her way outside to walk the perimeter, trying any car she finds.
]
blackagar: (warm: oh ur so funny)

NO never be sorry

[personal profile] blackagar 2015-07-13 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Come on now, he's pretty sure there are at least a few remaining human monarchies in present day. If one hand covers his mouth and conveniently hides what might have turned into a real smile, it's just because he's shifting to rest his chin more comfortably into his palm. That's all.

Black Bolt. And he glances up at her, a questioning arch to one eyebrow. Her turn.
borntochoose: (C - (grin))

[personal profile] borntochoose 2015-07-13 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Kal doesn't exactly blush, but he does look a bit taken aback by the flirting. He isn't dumb enough to believe she's earnest in her flirting, especially considering the situation. But he's still incredibly awkward in this kind of scene, so he just shrugs with one shoulder and focuses on the part that he can handle.

"I want to, of course. I don't do well with being caged up. But not without knowing what waits for us outside, and how to handle it. Have you seen the doors? The warnings?"
borntochoose: (When you feel my heat)

[personal profile] borntochoose 2015-07-13 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
It might be easier for Steph, but it's getting more and more awkward for Clark. He could handle someone being disappointed he didn't know them but someone knowing him, knowing his future, was another thing altogether. He would need a bit to digest that.

"I... that's a cute image, really. But I haven't even been wearing the suit for a year and you'll have to give me a minute to catch up. How is this possible?"
borntochoose: (1 (56))

[personal profile] borntochoose 2015-07-13 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
“Way more public than I’d like.” He admits with a grin. He has no idea what’s going on, definitely has no idea on why people don’t know about him. It’s not that he’s full of himself but Zod did make sure his message was seen and heard into every possible device, in every possible language- and he’s pretty sure the existence of aliens wouldn’t be just on American press.

“But it’s complicated. There’s apparently people- they know me from later in my life. I have just started doing…” He motions up and down at the skinsuit. “This. But where they are from I’ve been Superman for years.

This place keeps getting weirder by the minute.”
fightingiswhatido: (bad ass)

[personal profile] fightingiswhatido 2015-07-13 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Unconcerned about thigh meat in general, Wolfgang does reach into the bucket and pull out a piece of fried chicken. If the doors aren't meant to keep us in, then they can't necessarily keep something out.

He takes a bite of chicken and it's good; he was hungrier than he thought.

"Show me the weapons," he says, and it is a question even if it doesn't sound like one.
allages: (( BROTHER ))

[personal profile] allages 2015-07-13 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he does not recover and she felt her brother die; she's seen his corpse and it hurts. it still hurts, like she imagines a gaping wound in her chest would hurt. it's as she'd told ultron: she knows what it is like to feel her heart ripped out, what it is like to die. she experienced both the moment pietro died — and yet, he's here. the man in front of her is undeniably her brother and undeniably alive and it isn't until he touches her cheek that she realises that she's crying.

he says i walked it off and wanda laughs. if it's a little wet, a little too close to a sob, there is no one but pietro around to tell.
]

How is this possible?

[ but she doesn't wait for an answer to move forward, to reach her arms around his middle and hug him, holding him. with her head to his chest, she can feel his heartbeat as truly as she can feel his mind. ]
blackagar: (power: earthlit attilan)

[personal profile] blackagar 2015-07-13 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
He happens to catch sight of one of those flights through the compound, which of course immediately snags his attention. Someone flying will always be the possibility of a fellow Inhuman, although logic tells him it's more likely to be a costumed hero. Still, there's no reason not to investigate. That would be someone worth knowing, either way.

The next time Superman flies by, Black Bolt is up after him with a blue crackle of energy at his headpiece. The fanned wings under his arms spread as a leap turns into true flight, and he follows behind. Red and blue are common enough colors, but he doesn't think he recognizes the clothing...
reginaprocacis: (for now I'm listening)

[personal profile] reginaprocacis 2015-07-13 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Enter Regina, walking down the corridor, magical fireball still in one hand. She doesn't pay especial attention to the technology -- it about matches the status of things in Storybrooke, so she isn't particularly thrown.

Stumbling about another (maybe) human being is both welcome and annoying to Regina, who has always preferred to go on her own. Still, in a place like this she needs to know who's an ally.

The woman's utterance amuses her when she catches them. It's enough to send a lopsided smirk Halsey's way.]


I feel we can agree on that.
allages: (( 035 ))

hilarious face tho

[personal profile] allages 2015-07-13 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's awkward, but more than that — it does not make sense, and wanda is saying this as someone who has experienced the results of hydra's experimentation, who has powers that might seem inexplicable to most people. ]

You are Steve Rogers, yes?

[ she already knows this, and he already knows that she knows him - but even so, she doesn't feel like she's on solid ground and maybe establishing a baseline will help.

classified. it would be laughable, except nothing about this situation strikes wanda as particularly funny.
]
oplourgia: (i was into spartans before it was cool)

[personal profile] oplourgia 2015-07-13 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Thank you, Nux, that was almost entirely useless.

Halsey gets a look like she's just this side of yelling, but when she speaks it's calm, albeit with the clipped delivery of someone whose temper is fraying badly.]


What's the name of your planet?
Edited 2015-07-13 19:34 (UTC)
oplourgia: (it's not going to happen)

[personal profile] oplourgia 2015-07-13 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Halsey looks up, and her gaze flicks from quickly from Regina's face to the fireball. It's comfortably within the capabilities of the technology she's used to, and she reacts with no more than a raised eyebrow, her mind automatically designing the rough outlines of the system that would be necessary to charge and maintain a plasma ball in one hand without an explosion. Not terribly effective as a weapon, granted, but impressive from a psychological perspective, she suspects.]

Is that really necessary?

[It's not rhetorical. Halsey wants to know if there's something in the neighborhood that rates tossing around plasma charges.]
alonetogether: (pic#9335540)

[personal profile] alonetogether 2015-07-13 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Free Radical. Or Savage Starlight. I haven't decided."

After a few seconds of kicking her heels she relents. "I'm Ellie. There's a guy named the Flash who'll probably want to meet you. He seems to tweak out over costume-people."
unoradinary: (I saw Star Platinum move through time)

[personal profile] unoradinary 2015-07-13 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Looks like a robot...

Sounds like a robot...

...well.
]

What's the difference?
alonetogether: (pic#9335158)

always okay bb feel free w/ all mine

[personal profile] alonetogether 2015-07-13 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
She hands it over very, very reluctantly, taking a step back as she does. Her hand goes to the gun tucked in the back of her waistband, just in case.

"I don't have a codename." Which isn't what he meant. She sucks on the inside of her cheek for a second before deciding to be honest. She did kind of try to stab him. "Ellie."
dittosmakemewet: (seriously?)

[personal profile] dittosmakemewet 2015-07-13 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes sir," she answers with a mock salute, digs out another drumstick, and points the way with it. "Onward and outward!"

She wasn't lying, either. Outside is a shooting range, and while the shed has clearly been picked through by now there's still a good selection of weapons and ammo. Rena nabs a pearl-handled hunting knife, turns it over, tests the blade, then flips it closed and pockets it. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but man, I should've learned how to use a gun."