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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!
reginaprocacis: (are you still a bad girl? the worst.)

[personal profile] reginaprocacis 2015-07-14 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[So after walking the corridors with slow deliberation and meeting a few truly interesting people and technically-people, Regina has made a fair headway through the building.

She thinks she's prepared for everything. She's pretty convinced she's seen everything, and yet the sight of Emma momentarily knocks her breath out of her lungs. Regina also registers Hook's presence, but doesn't much care. There was never any love lost between them.

Last she saw Emma, she was being swallowed up by darkness. Willingly swallowed up by darkness, because of Regina.

Up to now, Regina had willed herself to not think about it. Not think about it at all. The only thought of home and before she'd allowed herself had been of Henry. Henry, because she needs to get back to him.

Everything else was yet too much.

And now here's Emma, and she looks just the same, just the same she's always been. Not dark at all. It could be a trick. It could be that Emma didn't change appearance, not this soon in the game. Rumpelstiltskin became the Dark One long before Regina was born, Regina doesn't know how this works, and that is perhaps the scariest thought in all this. For the first time in a long time, she's completely out at sea.

Well. This would be as good a time as any to test the waters.]


Emma?
Edited 2015-07-14 16:54 (UTC)

Tina | OTA | around the compound

[personal profile] wyld_child 2015-07-14 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Inside:

This was weird! Tina had no idea where she was or how she got here, but perhaps this was just a sudden adventure she was on. Or maybe she was dreaming! She could have some seriously f*cked up dreams for a 13 year old. But she had been through a lot. She had seen stuff, man.

The room is rummaged through first. The only interesting things she finds is a plastic toy dragon, which she didn’t particularly care for, and a picture. The picture was put into her pouch and the dragon was tucked into her belt so it was hanging out and could view the surroundings with her. Seeing as there’s nothing to eat in this room, Tina exists into the hall and starts to skip down the corridor.

There are a few things to note about her. First that she’s a skinny as a stick. Second that she’s cute and blond. Third that she’s wearing a belt with pouches stuffed with things and a friggin bundle of dynamite on one hip. Don’t worry about the dynamite, she’s a professional.

“Hey! You!” She shouts in your direction, pointing a finger. “Can you tell me where I am? I gotta get home. Got serious business that needs my undivided attention!” She’s late for a tea party.

Outside:

If there's one thing Tina knows, it's how put shit together, so when it becomes clear she isn't at home, she needs a safe place. A place where she can get down to biz-ness. That place would have to serve as a workshop, at least temporarily. As she explores the area, what she seeks to find is a garage. An auto-shop of some kind. A garage. That would work well for her. It would be almost like home.

And then she can start fortifying the place and making sure she doesn't get attacked by some of those butt-munchers she saw outside! That would be bad.

Being quiet isn't a natural thing for her, but she does manage to silence herself as she walks down the streets, poking her head in various places to look for a shop to call her own.
Edited 2015-07-14 23:44 (UTC)
scorpiowned: (pic#1762978)

no i'm allergic i can't have it

[personal profile] scorpiowned 2015-07-14 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Really, Simmons. Really. Why doesn't Grif come out there and see for himself? Really?

Grif still has his helmet on, so it's impossible to see his extremely unimpressed do you know who you're talking to-expressioned stare, but Simmons can probably feel the waves of judgment coming off Grif anyway. You know, like radiation. Hateful radiation.

"So, one, between the two of us I'm the one that contains more meat. If there's something out there that wants to eat people, then they're probably going to go for me over you, and I'm not okay with that." Simmons the brave, flawless decoy protector. Keeping the less fortunate fleshbags alive. "Two, I'm all the way over here, and you're already out there. Let's just avoid unnecessary steps." Literal unnecessary steps, in Grif's opinion. He's already walked too far around this compound today, he is not going to march out there only to have to turn and hightail it back inside if there are Grif-eating gremlins or whatever outside.
doorbuster: (pic#9049332)

no stop being cute in my general direction

[personal profile] doorbuster 2015-07-14 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Chris doesn't see him, but he definitely hears him- or, rather, he hears the drag of metal first, and is turning just as the stranger gets all excitable over the little dud gun. The voice sounds rough to Chris, but he doesn't exactly expect to see that on the other end of it. He's briefly stunned; it's a kid who looks like he's been chewed up and spat out at some point in his life, and Chris suspects that if they'd been in slightly more chaotic circumstances, he may have even mistaken him for someone undead or otherwise infected with an incredibly unhappy virus of some kind.

He takes a short moment to just stare. As unnerving as a very off-looking young man enthusiastically handling a gun in his presence should be, Chris knows the thing doesn't work, and he also knows he's personally strapped with more than enough firearms that do work if he has to defend himself. Still, he can't help but feel a little tense, and his voice reflects the feeling as he says, "Something like that."

You know that wounded, confused, potentially aggressive dog sitting grumpily in the veterinarian's waiting room? That's currently Chris, while Nux is the nearby loud and fluttery bird that's setting him on edge.

No sudden sounds or movements, and all that. "Do you make a habit of sneaking up on people?" Pause. "Or touching their things?"
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[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-14 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Steve crouches just enough to grab one strap of his shield, yanking it up and jamming his fingers through until it settles against his forearm.]

How do you feel about driving backwards?

[Even though it's a shout, he sounds calm. He feels calm, though there's a newsreel image in his mind of one dangling earring, a wedding ring, a gunshot to the head. That's for later.

Now, he ducks the roll bar and hangs out one side of the jeep, calculating so quickly that he reaches a decision before he knows the questions.]


Five seconds, turn hard and hit the gas!
borntochoose: (cap [up])

excellent

[personal profile] borntochoose 2015-07-14 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, nice to meet you Ellie."

And he means that. She seems resourceful, at least. He gives her the knife back after straightening it with a quick movement. It would look even better if he melted it with his laser vision but he's made her freak out enough for now.

"I'm guessing you don't have any idea on how we got here either?"
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[personal profile] reformatted 2015-07-14 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Impossible. The United State of America was one of the countries of the old world that was destroyed by the Black Beast.

[This makes no sense.]
raptorchallenger: (pic#9321585)

Raptorly Delicious!

[personal profile] raptorchallenger 2015-07-14 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Of course Charlie would be the first one to answer the call, but she was still a welcome addition. Echo drew head back and stuck her chest out, snapping and snarling because hell yeah she's got a pack.

And then Blue shows up and Echo's confident they've got this, wherever it goes. She lowers herself slightly than Blue, and takes a couple steps to the side to flank the other raptor.]
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[personal profile] borntochoose 2015-07-14 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
It doesn't take Clark long to tall when he's being followed, heartbeat and all. It doesn't surprise him that he catches people's attention- if the primary colors didn't do the trick the flying would. But it is a surprise to see that he's being followed in the air.

Well, hello to you too fellow flying person. Give him a moment to recover because this is the first time Clark has ever (ever) met someone who can fly like him and who wasn't trying to kill him. Which is why as soon as he recovers from the surprise, he frowns in what could be mistaken for a glare.

"Are you Kryptonian?"
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[personal profile] reformatted 2015-07-14 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Once given the briefcase, she turns it so that the locked part is facing upward. Two of her "pedals" hover away from her body and over to the case. The two swords work in tandum to break the lock and latches without damaging the contents. It takes her about a minute or two of careful cutting and snapping, but finally she gets it open. And lo...]

...a paper of some sort.
ctrlaltfu: (not my fault)

[personal profile] ctrlaltfu 2015-07-14 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
I didn't do it.

[ his own response is immediate, automatic, hands snapping up into the air like a neural flare, a thoughtless reflex. he tries to turn to face his (friend? pal? assailant? door assistance buddy?) new acquaintance, smacks his shoulder against the doorframe. the pauldron gives a resounding clank of long-suffering displeasure. ]

Tucker did it.

[ the first thing he sees, when he's done trying not to fall over, are the four gleaming, pointy prongs of a fork.

naturally, he assumes the worst. massive shoulders hunching up around his helmet, he ducks a little lower. ]


Ohhh my god please don't eat me.
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[personal profile] doorbuster 2015-07-14 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
No, he's not really okay. He hasn't been for over half a year, but he's gotten in to the habit of sharing his feelings with bottles more than with people.

He's having a lot of feelings that could stand to be shared right now, come to think of it, but it'll have to wait. There may not even be any sort of alcohol around this place anyway. Fuck, that'll be a disappointment.

That line of thought has him scowling, which he doesn't realise until he remembers to answer Moira. "--Yeah, that's not a bad idea. You kind of look like shit." How kind of you, Chris... "No offense. Here, sit down for a minute," he insists, waving a hand in the general direction of where a few stools stand. She looks pretty ragged- maybe not injured, but definitely exhausted, and he likes her enough to be concerned for her well-being. Chris also knows how valuable it is to be able to just rest for a while, without the looming threat of danger and death weighing your mind.

As awkward and awful as Chris can be, he knows her, and he knows he's not going to let anything happen to her.

That's what you think, a bitter thread of guilt supplies from some dark place in his mind, and he angrily shoves it away.

"What is all this? Are you alone?"
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[personal profile] alonetogether 2015-07-14 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Only sometimes?" She tugs the brim of her new cap, frowning. 'Inhumans' seems like a cruel name to her, but hey. He seems okay with it.

She debates, for about three seconds, whether or not this is a rude question, and then shrugs.

"So why don't you talk?"
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[personal profile] alonetogether 2015-07-14 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
I know how to fucking shoot!

[She drops, trying to duck from underneath his hand and run, if not for the gate then for somewhere. DON'T INSULT JOEL'S TEACHING SKILLS BRO.]
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[personal profile] reginaprocacis 2015-07-14 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Regina is just exploring now. Mapping out the building is priority right now, and she's wasting no time doing so. Upon entering the kitchen, she extinguishes her fireball. Fireballs tend to be a rapid-fire affair; as magic goes, it's fairly basic, but still taxing to uphold over a longer period of time.

She looks around and sees that the room is occupied.]


I see someone has found the food.

[And what food... upon coming closer, Regina notes the fruit cocktail. That is perhaps the first thing in this strange land to put an amused smile on her face, complete with a raised eyebrow.]

Being health conscious during the apocalypse?
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[personal profile] rexponsible 2015-07-14 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Claire turned around to look at the newcomer, at least having the decency to swallow her mouthful of pineapple before speaking. She was starving, and that can of fruit cocktail definitely wasn't enough. Running from a murderous carnivore in heels would make anyone hungry, she thought.]

There's enough to feed a substantial amount of people, so we don't need to worry about it running out.

[Trust Claire to make an assessment of the situation while practically inhaling her food.]

I'm always looking after my health, but what do you mean, "apocalypse"?

[She had yet to see that notice.]
reginaprocacis: (are you quite done yet)

[personal profile] reginaprocacis 2015-07-14 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[At the first bit of information, Regina nods. That is good to know. It looks like food scarcity might come to be a problem in this place yet, but if provisions are plenty, maybe there won't be any outright wars for a while.

Though people do always find another reason to fight. She's sure it'll happen sure. Fueled by pure panic, if nothing else. Humans are, as a species, fairly stupid.

Oh well. Not her problem. She can fend for herself and will be glad to do so.]


Apparently, the world "ended" about a week ago. Or so says the front door.

[Regina had taken a small peek outside and quickly assessed the situation to be fairly dangerous. Thus, she had decided to fully explore the building she'd woken up in to test its suitability as a safe hideout. She's impatient to get home, and in any world she knows of she would waste no time, but she doesn't know the rules of this place -- natural, preternatural, whichever. One thing was clear: she couldn't teleport back home. She suspects a different realm or an alternate universe.

The notice had not escaped her in her exploration. Frankly, she'd scoffed at it -- clearly, this world still exists, so she doesn't see the need for dramatics.]
unoradinary: (I saw Star Platinum move through time)

1/2

[personal profile] unoradinary 2015-07-14 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm? Lemme see.

[She moves closer to Lambda and retrieves the contents (cause her new robopal doesn't seem to intend on, y'know, reading it.]
reginaprocacis: (do you think this is a game)

[personal profile] reginaprocacis 2015-07-14 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[All Regina can think when she catches sight of Elsa is really? She's seen you, girl.

Clearly, she can't have Elsa freezing everything in this unknown environment. An intervention must be staged. Obviously.]


Queen Elsa of Arendelle.

[Her tone is strict, almost admonishing. Pull yourself together.]
dittosmakemewet: (fear)

[personal profile] dittosmakemewet 2015-07-14 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
She nods along, brow furrowing in either the most serious concentration ever or a very exaggerated show of it. "Safety. Trigger. Aim..." She stopped squinting down the barrel for a moment and glanced at him. "Wait, which eye am I supposed to use?"

Without looking, she squeezed the trigger. The bullet hit home nowhere near the target.

"Whoops."
unoradinary: (That's right Dio I can now stop time)

[personal profile] unoradinary 2015-07-14 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
["...signed,
P.Alexander."
]

Ah, geez...

[She tugs her hat down by the rim, holding it for a bit.]

It's a will. [Sigh.] I thought it might be something important, but this is...it's personal stuff.
blackagar: (power: outta here bitches)

[personal profile] blackagar 2015-07-14 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
The could-be glare doesn't seem to phase him in the slightest. (He's around a large amount of people that do a lot of glaring, and he himself isn't exempt.) He pulls up about ten feet away from Clark, hovering. That takes a little more energy, but it just means the crackle flares brighter around him.

Kryptonian. Is that a name? Maybe a group — or even a nationality. He can't tell from the context. But the one thing he can tell is that it doesn't apply to him. He shakes his head shortly, with his attention still closely on Clark. It's possible, unlikely but possible, that this man has more answers about this place than Black Bolt does.
blackagar: (silent: conversation)

[personal profile] blackagar 2015-07-14 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
If he finds it rude, it certainly doesn't show. Really, he's just glad to have skipped the can you talk approach. He debates the answer for only a little time less than Ellie took to debate asking it.

My voice would destroy this building.

He doesn't look particularly grim as he writes it; maybe it's a joke. He knows it's unbelievable to someone who isn't familiar with the sort of power that can be found in the greater universe, after all, and doesn't mind if she doesn't believe him.
Edited 2015-07-14 18:18 (UTC)
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[personal profile] alonetogether 2015-07-14 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're fucking with me."

It isn't an accusation. Before meeting Superman, the Flash, and Batgirl it would have been. Now, though, his declaration is just freaking cool.

"What the fuck happens if you sneeze?"
crotchpunch: (Then it's time to kill again)

[personal profile] crotchpunch 2015-07-14 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
You had plenty of chances.

[She had plenty of chances.]

Dunno. Maybe we should wait in front of a TV until they do.