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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!
antagonize: (084)

[personal profile] antagonize 2015-07-14 10:38 am (UTC)(link)
And here I was, trying to figure it out based on geography. This is just cheating.

[He's joking, but. You know. He hopes whoever gave him an empty 7/11 slurpee cup is laughing it up.

You can bet he's taking that map and committing it to memory, though.]


We woke up in a mysteriously abandoned building, and now you're telling me there are zombies outside. Goodness gracious, it's almost like we're starring in our very own B movie. [He's laying it on thick.] Tell me, what's it like being the perky blond?
controlledvariable: who lets me keyword things (Batgirl -- I know they're great tits)

[personal profile] controlledvariable 2015-07-14 10:42 am (UTC)(link)
I don't believe in cheating.

[A straight up fact. And he can keep the map; she got more than a few from the mall her and Ellie raided.

As for being the perky blonde, Steph huffs a laugh and pointedly looks down at her chest.]


For some reason I expected my tits to get bigger. There's no way I can be the pure virgin, so you'd think I'd be the slut with double Ds.

[stEPH]
controlledvariable: (Batgirl -- I ain't even mad)

[personal profile] controlledvariable 2015-07-14 10:43 am (UTC)(link)
That's the one. All the signs and stuff are in English, the food in cans comes from China, so.

[shrug]
antagonize: (079)

[personal profile] antagonize 2015-07-14 11:02 am (UTC)(link)
[WOW.

This is more insight than he ever needed.

Or, wanted.]


They're fine. Think about it: would you want to run around in a suit with double Ds?

[He's managing to be extremely casual about this. Batgirl #3, you are a piece of work.]
controlledvariable: (PB >> my heart jumps around)

[personal profile] controlledvariable 2015-07-14 11:06 am (UTC)(link)
If Power Girl can do it, why can't I?

[jks lol they're bad enough as it is.

She has like military bunker grade sports bras.]
kusogaki: (pic#)

[personal profile] kusogaki 2015-07-14 11:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kagura only catches a glimpse of Kaneki from behind. But from what she sees, he's basically Shinpachi. Scared, bland clothes, bland hair. Yep. He's Shinpachi. And obviously, that prompts her to run up one of the hallways after him, screeching all the way. ]

PATSUAN! OI, PATSUAN! I FOUND YOU, SO YOU DO NOT HAVE TO BE AFRAID OF CAMPING ALONE, YES?
antagonize: (080)

[personal profile] antagonize 2015-07-14 11:27 am (UTC)(link)
See, I'm not going to answer that.

[He respects women too much to have this conversation. Why is this happening.]

I'm going to take a stab in the dark and say you didn't find much more beside the map. Or — that you're really in the mood to talk about the finer details of the female sex.
controlledvariable: (Civvies -- Are you sure about that?)

[personal profile] controlledvariable 2015-07-14 11:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Steph just laughs, because oh Jason, and because if she can make this whole thing easier, it's going to be better for everyone.

Talking about sex tends to lighten the mood.]


I've also got some coordinates, to Anaheim, so I'll be heading there in a couple days to check it out.
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[personal profile] rexponsible 2015-07-14 11:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Honestly, if you asked her the same question, you'd also get the dryest of smiles - who knew if she even still had employment after that debacle at Jurassic World.]

[Still, she ignored the other woman's expression (or lack thereof) and took to eying the other computers.]


Yes, and everyone else I've spoken to is also lost. If you don't work here, then what are you doing here? Were you kidnapped as well?

[It was quite obvious that she wasn't making progress with the computers, so Claire didn't comment on that. Instead she started walking up and down the stations, looking for clues or other telltale details that she could pick up.]
mucked: (☂ i suffer mornings most of all)

[personal profile] mucked 2015-07-14 11:37 am (UTC)(link)
"If I'm not careful I'll wind up carrying the whole damned building on my shoulders--" Suggesting, perhaps, that she feels a tremendous urge to 'pick up' whatever might turn out useful. Without an SSR closet-of-gadgets to help her or a trunk of Howling Commandos goodies, she senses herself a little bereft.

"Steve," she huffs, "who else have you met?"
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[personal profile] rexponsible 2015-07-14 11:42 am (UTC)(link)
I see.

[Claire slowly digested this information, before inquiring:]

Do you eliminate threats to yourself as well, or simply threats to the professor and to this sector that you mentioned?
mucked: (☂ i laughed and shook his hand)

[personal profile] mucked 2015-07-14 11:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Everything, my dear."

Her tone veers towards the maternal. The younger woman is just that: younger (than Peggy). And so the SSR agent feels a gut-deep urge to behave a little more gently with her. With ease, she hops down from where she sits and offers a hand to shake.

"We prepare for everything."
mucked: (☂ mermaids!)

[personal profile] mucked 2015-07-14 11:54 am (UTC)(link)
I was, once.

[ speaking so candidly is nothing easy for her. it shows in the little ways in which she expresses her strain. peggy carries it in her posture and in the frost of her voice. but she at least glances over her shoulder to let him in one one secret or another. they now inhabit a crisis, and being coy about her position won't help anyone. ] Agent Carter will do.

[ a pause-- ] Beg your pardon, but I confess I can't quite parse out your own rank. What do civilians call you?

[ not that she is absolutely a civilian. but she isn't interested in what members of his own organization call him -- that isn't her place. ]
mucked: (☂ forgetting everything we saw)

[personal profile] mucked 2015-07-14 12:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're not the first to complain of such mix-ups."

Peggy can't bring herself to return his smile. Or to do much more than answer in clipped sentences -- all while observing the bizarre outfit. No, it isn't that the outfit itself is that strange (after all, she'd eventually grown accustomed to Steve's) but it's the cape that surprises her. Why a cape?

"Years apart. People known and unknown. To call it weird is a bit of an understatement." Her eyes stayed narrowed. "But I confess I've never heard of any Superman. Not by way of a proper noun, at least."
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[personal profile] runningjoke 2015-07-14 12:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Do they all have beds and blankets and storage things under the bed?
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[personal profile] mucked 2015-07-14 12:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Peggy," she answered. More formal introductions were abandoned in favour of grabbing her knife from the truck-bed and buckling it smoothly onto the belt-loop of her trousers. The cut wasn't terribly flattering -- but these clothes would serve her better than her skirt-and-blouse set better suited to an office than a warzone. Or what was once quite recently a warzone.

She gave her head a brief toss -- coaxing curls out of he eyes. "I'll come for a gander, if that's what you like. A look around. Have you been here long, Claire?"

Miss Dearing might be more appropriate, but it seemed a cruel thing to call a person when Peggy herself was so mum with her surname.
mucked: (☂ we tried to dig a decent grave)

[personal profile] mucked 2015-07-14 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ a twitch of concern. she can't help herself. ]

-- Are you diabetic?
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[personal profile] rexponsible 2015-07-14 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Peggy," she echoed, once again giving the other woman a firm nod to let her know that she took note of it. Corporate manners were still very much integral to her, after all. Old habits and all that.

Claire shook her head in response to Peggy's question. "I woke up here, spoke to a few people, looked around inside. There are still a lot of unanswered questions, though." She frowned. "Like how did we get here? Who brought us here, and what do they want?"

Her scowl deepened momentarily before she sighed and headed to the front of the pick-up truck. "I can drive. But I should probably get something to protect myself with first." She glanced at Peggy's knife. "Um . . . maybe a tranquilizer dart gun. I don't know how to handle a knife."
Edited 2015-07-14 12:45 (UTC)

[personal profile] deathsadorablehandmaid 2015-07-14 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Aw, he's cute. Aradia finds the little crack in his voice endearing. She steps closer to get a better look at him, still grinning. There's a little bit of awe, or fear, in the boy's state that Aradia finds just charming. What a sweetie. ]

Hello! Did you wake up with that disc? It seems like all of us are waking up with something interesting.

[ Her voice is bright, chipper. Almost as bright as that smile. ]
unoradinary: (Maybe he ran out of steam)

[personal profile] unoradinary 2015-07-14 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[And hand it over she does.]

Just give it your best shot.

[and here's the result]
unoradinary: (Goodbye Polnareff)

[personal profile] unoradinary 2015-07-14 01:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. Well, I don't think those matter if you're not competing in anything official...if I'm beatin' a guy up on a street I don't really consider the rules.

[Yep.]
unoradinary: (Can't...move...)

1/2

[personal profile] unoradinary 2015-07-14 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Patience...
unoradinary: (This is bad!)

[personal profile] unoradinary 2015-07-14 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
They're screwed.

[The grim reality.]
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[personal profile] kamikaze 2015-07-14 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
I-- I did.

[Usually more sure of his words but what is this thing? Looks almost like a person but not one familiar at all. Skin's gray like they paint themselves whiter but the curled horns and the bug-wings and the bright red like Coma...

The idea strikes him:]


Are you... BEE?

[Did you give him this shiny gift?]
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[personal profile] scorpiowned 2015-07-14 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
She's not actively trying to tear him open anymore, so that's nice. Maybe they've found their peace with each other. Grif relaxes his stance (sort of), drops his arms, and sighs. "So no more of that shit, right? We're okay now. Good boy." He doesn't feel like he's going to immediately die now, but that doesn't mean he's completely comfortable around this giant wild animal who tried to eat him. "If you don't start, I won't start," he says as he begins to take slow steps backwards, down the hall. He's still got shit to do, but he doesn't want to just up and turn his back on Nibbles.

That level of trust just ain't there right now.