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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] raptorchallenger 2015-07-15 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
Happy with the fact that her pack was united, that they'd fended off a challenger, Echo was doing her best to scout and procure more territory. It was an odd terrain, and didn't hold many things of interest, but with the Other wandering around, she had to stake her claim as far as she could.

Rounding a corner and finding that, though, she hesitates and stares up, chuffing in confusion because it is unlike any creature she's encountered. He smelled odd, cold, and she immediately didn't like it.
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[personal profile] cassassin 2015-07-15 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
[She'd pressed herself across the breadth of the hallway, sidling along as well as she could.

But the notice is clear. Or the impending notice, anyway. By a costumed type... Hmmm. Hard to figure out what to make of this guy.

Whatever.

Batgirl scoots herself along rapidly, dropping about seven feet in front of him. She tilts her head a bit, sizing Black Bolt up.
]

Don't want trouble.
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[personal profile] intelligently 2015-07-15 09:11 am (UTC)(link)
A file room?

( That would be the room for generic files anyway, but it depended on what it was he was trying to read )

Different types of files would be in different locations. Security based reports would be somewhere like the control room.

( If she were looking for files she'd go for the science ones, to see if they have anything on 'this'. On the claimed zombies )
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[personal profile] anthropophagite 2015-07-15 09:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ no katsura that's definitively not shinpachi though the description fits

As he hears a scream, Kaneki's eye (the one not covered) goes wide and he jumps a little, quickly turning his head. Who in the world- ]


Eh? [ are you talking to screaming at him^? ]
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a!

[personal profile] antagonize 2015-07-15 09:59 am (UTC)(link)
[As luck would have it, Jason is technically one of those kooky Batpeople skulking around the compound's hallways. He's in the middle of trying to open one of the locked doors, when he hears... whatever that was. Kind of sounded more like a faint rustle than anything, really, and he probably would dismiss it if he were anyone else.

But he isn't. Someone taught him to be paranoid about these things. Someone.]


Are you going to come out, or are we gonna play tag? Because I've gotta say, being "it" makes me all kinds of antsy.

[If it turns out to be nothing, then that's fine, even if he doesn't think that will be the case. Either way, he doesn't move away from the door, but he's ready to spring into action should it be necessary.]
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[personal profile] anthropophagite 2015-07-15 10:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ OH this person is talking to him and he nearly bumped against her. And even if he didn't, Kaneki promptly adds ] I'm sorry- [ because politeness and awkwardness. That's his middle name ]

I'm not... sure if it is but-

[ it can't be real ] Just moments ago I was somewhere else, so this isn't... exactly possible.
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[personal profile] controlledvariable 2015-07-15 10:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Steph watches carefully, even as she wanders silently down the next aisle, heading for the prescriptions stored at the back. The glowing is another thing to be filed away, as is the sheer power this man seems to have, but she doesn't feel particularly concerned.

It seems like he's on their side, at least for now.]


Thanks, that was a lot quicker than it would've been for me.

[Not that it - really took her that long before, but still.]
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[personal profile] mucked 2015-07-15 11:09 am (UTC)(link)
She isn't ashamed of how her brows raise up. Something a little tamer than full-blown incredulity creeps across her expression. Her instincts don't like what he describes: independent organizations can be very very good. But they can also be very very...challenging. Peggy hails from a time when the world still reels in the wake of World War II. Neutrality -- independence -- is a tough concept. One merely is a part of something or one isn't.

"I would like to inquire upon the manner of that organization--" She talks her way around the question itself. Let him rebuff her if he likes. After all, she's just as unlikely to describe the SSR with any telling detail.
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[personal profile] mucked 2015-07-15 11:12 am (UTC)(link)
Chief?

[ she repeats the word with a dry half-laugh. it's the sort of title reserved for her boss. and frankly, she hasn't yet recovered from watching what had happened to chief dooley. how bizarre to settle upon the word again. but peggy chooses to be gracious about it.

she nods. ]


Chief will do marvellously. [ she understands she still doesn't quite know his name. but peggy's a spy: she can be patient about these things. wait for the information to blossom before her instead of rooting it out. ]
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[personal profile] mucked 2015-07-15 11:17 am (UTC)(link)
-- She tries cross-referencing his list with her own. And comes up short, aside from perhaps Clint. Her lower lip juts a moment. Peggy almost pouts. But then the status-quo reasserts herself and she progresses through her list while yet allowing her eyes to wander.

"A man in a metal suit -- he didn't give me his name." Puffed cheeks. A sigh. "A woman named Claire Dearing. Another named Mary who I'm certain comes from a landed and titled family. Soldiers, too. There seem to be a great many soldiers."

For the first hour, it had been impossible to look at anything besides him. Now, her gaze grows cagier by the moment. There are the tactical advantages and disadvantages of the compound to consider. Work to be done.
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[personal profile] borntochoose 2015-07-15 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, I'm not surprise considering 'time' seems to be a pretty loose concept in this place. Though I have no idea how that's possible."

He'll probably get used to alternate worlds and universes, eventually. As it is it's kind of making his head hurt.

"We have a pretty long list of things to worry about and puzzles to solve, looks like."
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[personal profile] borntochoose 2015-07-15 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kal snorts at the joke, but otherwise he simply nods. ] I guess. But anyone able to kidnap all of us in here without a single clue on how they did it would know better than to give us clues with the compound itself. I can take a look from above, and so far it looks safe.

It’s very clear to me that they wanted to keep whatever it’s outside… out. [Which makes him want to check outside, to be honest.]
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[personal profile] borntochoose 2015-07-15 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
That makes him snort. He offers the puppy his hand so he can smell it.

“I know a bit about aliens in disguise. If it’s one at least it seems to be friendly, but I didn’t think any house pets would survive in this kind of environment. Looks like food would be hard to find- not to mention the warnings about danger if you go outside.

Is he yours?”
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[personal profile] borntochoose 2015-07-15 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Screaming. She's not the first one to mention that and he wonders who, exactly was screaming and why. He's not disregarding the idea that it’s all in their mind either, mostly because he’s pretty sure he would have heard the screaming as well if it had been real. But since he has no idea how he got here or what they used to knock him out… he also has no idea if his powers were working at the time.

And the idea is kind of frightening.

“I just heard bones snapping when I woke up- I was trying to get a feel of the place, and mostly to see if anyone has the slightest idea of why we’re here and what they expect us to do. Or who ‘they’ are, for that matter. But it doesn’t look like anyone knows.

Mind some company, if you’re planning to get out?”
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[personal profile] glacius 2015-07-15 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Glacius freezes in place when he spots Nux. Who is this? Has he finally encountered a guard? What should he do--should he play along to avoid causing conflict, or should he fight? There appears to be only one of them, and while he hates the thought of hurting someone, he hates the thought of being forced back into a cell even more...

... But even as on edge and mistrustful as the alien is, he realizes that this doesn't add up. Nux doesn't appear to be armed--or armored for that matter. A guard likely wouldn't be so under-equipped, especially since he'd seen some supplies laying around this compound as he progressed down its halls. He wants to be sure, though; the alien backs up a step and lifts his weaponized arm, crossing it in front of himself defensively.

"Do not come any closer, human, until you can assure me that you are not here to try and contain me!" Glacius barks, voice deep and commanding. "I will not be a prisoner again."
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[personal profile] glacius 2015-07-15 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
They were on the same page there--Echo immediately didn't like Glacis, and Glacius immediately like Echo. She looked all too similar to one of the genetic experiments that Ultratech had created and then commanded to attack him while he was confined to their compound. The scaly skin, the long and muscular body, the curving neck and of course the sharp teeth and claws. When the alien spots the raptor he actually jumps back, raising the arm that he had shifted into a blade as if he's expecting her to lunge at him with bloodthirsty ferocity.

... The creature isn't doing that, however. Glacius is so wary that his entire body seems to be bristling, but he's not going to break out into fighting if this thing doesn't show a sign of aggression. He can't risk fighting with a creature that he knows is dangerous; even if he believes he could win the potential engagement, risking injuries in such a strange place when there is such a long journey ahead of him would be highly foolish. And come to think of it, this thing doesn't look exactly like the Riptor unit that Ultratech had come up with. It looks... purer? Clearly this thing hadn't undergone the same sort of gene splicing.

Glacius pauses, his glowing green eyes watching Echo's every movement. Riptor responded to select commands but didn't have a grasp of the common language beyond that; he's going to assume the same holds true for this creature. Instead he opens his gills to emit a low, droning rattling sort of sound; stay back. Don't engage me. Stay back.
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[personal profile] knightbynight 2015-07-15 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
He made a low, frustrated noise that frankly sounded more like a growl or snarl that didn't seem to fit his speaking voice at all.

"They couldn't have taken me from further away and remained in the country." Though he doubted that was a serious consideration or limitation. He'd have to ask others, when things were less immediately pressing.

Not that he wanted to go home. He had resources in the place he'd been taken, even in this landscape. Here he - did not. It wasn't even the same reality as far as he could tell. Then again he had no proof that it wasn't. That... frustrated him, right along with the hole in his memory.

He wanted in those computers. He also wanted a better look at things.

"Geographically," he added, almost absently. Dismissively? Better word. "Possibly temporarily. Potentially laterally." His head hurt. Mostly from having at some point clearly been hit in it, from the bruise.

"There's something I need to investigate." He took the paper from the other man, folded it and put it in his pocket. "My name's Bruce; Thank you.." Then he jumped off the wall, back toward the compound.

At least he didn't have to fuck around with personas here. The world seemed to have ended. Some world had, anyway.
Edited 2015-07-15 16:23 (UTC)
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[personal profile] knightbynight 2015-07-15 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"I have not heard for Roarton, but if the sign on the door is accurate I don't imagine that it's any less empty and desolate, now." Or than here. Was that sign accurate? He didn't know, yet, but he intended to find out.

He didn't say it was good to meet Kieren, or bother with a handshake. One benefit to the end of the world - or some world - was that he didn't have to bother with the playboy bullshit. At least, he hadn't been given a reason to, yet.

The question, though, just got the boy a flat look over and then snort. "I am not prepared to commit to an answer to that question." Or call anyone a zombie. He steps back so the kid can get outside, though. "I'd suggest staying inside the walls, but I don't imagine you're going to listen to that."

The last teenager he'd run into certainly hadn't.
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[personal profile] littlebitlonger 2015-07-15 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
The mumbling is the first thing he becomes aware of as he starts to edge towards consciousness, indistinct and distant, any words that may be a part of it obscured by the low and disconcerting tone. By the time he's truly waking up, it's already starting to fade, leaving behind a sense of disorientation that is only reinforced by finding himself in an unknown place, waking from a slumber he doesn't remember falling into.

Certainly he didn't fall into it like this - he's still dressed, button-down, slacks, even his tie is still tied, though it's a bit loose around his neck. His shoes are at the side of the bed, which he discovers as he drags himself into a sitting position, hitting one with his foot. The light is irregular, subtle variations in its brightness contributing to both his building disorientation and disconcertion. A few minutes pass in which he tries to simply ground himself in this moment, closing his eyes and focusing his mind, and opening and finding himself still here. Wherever here is. A cup of coffee is there, at his bedside, but he isn't sure if he should drink it. He looks at it, takes the lid off, and is startled at the steam that escapes. Apparently fresh from a Starbucks, somehow. It's just another thing that doesn't make sense.

Finally, he puts his shoes on, gets up, and inspects the locker nearby. His lab coat is there, hospital identification still clipped to the pocket. He doesn't put it on, but he tucks it under his arm - and in doing so, discovers a floppy disk in the pocket. When was the last time he even saw a computer that had a floppy drive?

He leaves it, though - takes the coffee, as well - and steps out of the room. Brow furrowing as he steps into the hallway, looking up and down each end, he eventually begins to move toward the glowing sign. Medical Bay.

Seems like a reasonable starting point to figuring out just what in the hell is going on. A particularly fitting one for him, at that.
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[personal profile] knightbynight 2015-07-15 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
The fact that he's able to make that climb without letting go of the bow or tripping over the quiver at least says he's probably familiar enough with the weapons for them to be less laughable than they might otherwise be. If, for instance, they were weapons of opportunity or more familiar than the alternatives because he took archery for three weeks a decade ago.

He provides a bit more distance for Clint to get up onto the wall proper, but he does not provide or offer help, just gives him space to work it out. "There aren't many." No problem admitting that. "It is probably some part of North America and it isn't the east coast, but that isn't a lot to go on." He isn't happy about that. "Were you planning to go out?"
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[personal profile] knightbynight 2015-07-15 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Bruce's stance doesn't change, but there's a similar subtle change in him at the sound of gunfire - not in response to it, but in knowing that something will be coming. A readiness to move, either forward or back, a lowering in the center of his gravity and stillness - and watchfulness.

He doesn't move, either, doesn't attack or suggest she try, but watches the movement in the distance, eyes narrowed against the glare of the setting sun. What he's seeing makes no sense to him, but it strengthens his impressions. Bipedal, but not really human - not moving like that.

That's why it makes no sense to him.

"We need whatever's locked in those computers."
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[personal profile] knightbynight 2015-07-15 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Not killing each other when nearly everything else does is just good sense. Bruce doesn't like, or trust, the guy - but they aren't in his territory, and he's occasionally capable of making a good decision. Not a good emotional decision, but otherwise- ]

I made it.

[ Fuck the people who taught him - even if he's using the information, he's not giving them any sort of respect and the memory he's holding onto is more out of his obsessive inability to let anything go, ever than fondness. He'd liked that monastery, too. That made it worse. ]

Where did you come from? Originally. [ When in doubt, interrogate. ]


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[personal profile] raptorchallenger 2015-07-15 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Echo gives him a retreating shriek but she doesn't make any other moves towards him. You taste awful, Armored One. If he's going to be the one retreating, though, she'll hold her ground and watch him leave, still grumbling and snorting the stench out of her nose.
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[personal profile] rexponsible 2015-07-15 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Honestly, Regina was right; humans were fairly stupid, and even the most intelligent ones made the stupidest mistakes - herself included. She was pretty certain that the I. rex was the hugest mistake of her life, and it cost people their lives and the rest of the park their jobs.]

[It was a good thing Regina hadn't voiced that thought - or at least, not yet - because Claire's nerves were already on edge as they were. Running away from a rampaging dinosaur tended to do that.]


What?

[Her eyes narrowed and her mouth flattened.]

That sounds like either an extremist would say. Maybe it was meant to scare us. We're kidnap victims, after all.

[She grabbed another can - this time full of corn - and opened it with a can opener she had on hand.]

I need my strength. ["To put up with this nonsense" was left hanging in the air between them.]