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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!
reformatted: (pic#7563198)

[personal profile] reformatted 2015-07-15 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Does she get it? Now there's the million dollar question.]

Lambda...isn't sure.
unoradinary: (Maybe he ran out of steam)

[personal profile] unoradinary 2015-07-15 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, don't worry about it!

[She reaches out and (gently) messes up Lambda's hair.]

I don't think anyone could understand it just from hearing about it.

You'll just have to wait until the day you find it; Lambda's most precious thing. Then you'll definitely understand.

Until then...my advice is don't overthink it. You'll give yourself a headache.
unoradinary: (Want me to put you)

1/2

[personal profile] unoradinary 2015-07-15 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not Harlock, it's Ranmaru! Rindou Ranmaru.
Edited 2015-07-15 21:57 (UTC)
unoradinary: (That's right Dio I can now stop time)

[personal profile] unoradinary 2015-07-15 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Damn, this is bad...I thought this was just one of those crossover episodes where we all get separated and paired up with someone from the other franchise! But if Momiji ain't with you, then maybe not...

[Guess she'll just have to run out into the zombie wasteland in search of friends that aren't here.]
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[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-15 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"...Good question. I've been thinking more along the lines of how." He smiles, a little, and only briefly.

Steve starts walking again, as though he's been heading this direction the entire time - 'this direction' just happens to be toward the Med Bay. "Don't know the answer to that one either."
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[personal profile] reformatted 2015-07-15 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[As Ran messes up Lambda's hair, the Murakumo Unit just sort of...stands there with a blank expression. Which probably just makes it funnier.]

Lambda's most precious thing...

[For a second there, she's almost sure hearing those words stirred something inside her mind. An image, maybe? It's hard to make out. Something involving her and another person. Someone she doesn't know, but that's impossible.

So she disregards it. For now.]


What will happen once it is found?
unoradinary: (I never thought I'd say this but)

[personal profile] unoradinary 2015-07-15 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Well...it's good to have things you care about!

[It...just sort of is?? That's the only explanation she can think of, and it probably wouldn't satisfy this logical person.]

The more you care about stuff in life - people, things, whatever - the more you grow. You go through new experiences and just sorta...level up? No, that's a dumb way to put it...

But you'll definitely be better for it, I promise you that.
debts: (won't fake?)

[personal profile] debts 2015-07-15 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ One beat. Two. It takes four until Natasha moves again, and even then it's with a strict economy of movement. She takes her bag, reholsters her pistol, and makes a beeline past Steve towards the compound doors. The barest flick of a glance to the Soldier, cutting a shape next to his rifle. ]

I need to go to the lab.

[ It's a very obvious, and very blunt, exit. ]
untodawn: (pic#9338122)

[personal profile] untodawn 2015-07-15 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ John doesn't begrudge him taking the safety off. ]

The world didn't end.

[ The reply was terse, even for someone is so short supply of words as he was. It was all up in the air what happened to civilization as the 21st century knew it, but the Earth was living and green; not glassed to kingdom come.

The place still had some fight left in it.
]

Irradiated survivors?
wipedclean: (just frame the halves and)

[personal profile] wipedclean 2015-07-15 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[He just watches, silent, from above. A part of him wonders if he should be upset about what just happened, about how she's departing like this.

But if he's upset about anything, it's the way she so easily and effortlessly made him obey.

And he's not sure how he feels about... about obedience in general yet. Would it have been alright if it were HYDRA? He doesn't know. HYDRA hurt him. He knows that. HYDRA hurt him a lot. But HYDRA also gave him a purpose, gave him meaning, gave him life.

Natasha isn't offering any of those things. She's just taken advantage of him. And she brought him to Steve.

His gaze flicks over to Steve. He's still not sure how he feels about that yet, either. Or if he wants to feel about it. Or if he should feel about it.

His head fucking hurts.]
debts: (undercover in our overcoats﹐)

[personal profile] debts 2015-07-15 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ In a way that's pretty obviously a joke: ]

Sounds fun.

[ He doesn't look much older than eighteen, nineteen. Thankfully, Natasha chooses to listen to the tactful part of her that suggests that asking what being recently deceased entails might have to do with asking how, too.

Two years. Even with the lab she checked out earlier, she's sure the gear isn't advanced enough to work on promoting— glial cells.
]

New, but not experimental. [ She asks, but it sounds like a suggestion. ] It's been working, for you?
deathgoose: YOU'RE LAUGHIN RIGHT AT ME (SALT IN THE WOUND LIKE)

I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE ORDER IS just winging it bc #raptors

[personal profile] deathgoose 2015-07-15 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The flanking she doesn't like, not one bit, it curls her lip and she ignores the heaving pain in her chest to plant her good foot forward and let out an incensed roar, a cry to summon her own Pack. They don't come, of course they don't, the Big Other hunted them down, but as the old Alpha raises her head to snap at the snarling youngsters she looks far less intimidated than ready to go down fighting and take some flesh and blood with her. It's an intimidation game. You blink, flinch, hesitate, and the strongest tears you apart. It's a warcry, if raptors have one.

She is in pain, but she is not weak, and she will not die being hunted like something she is not. Like prey. ]
Edited 2015-07-15 22:33 (UTC)
debts: (that i had for you.)

[personal profile] debts 2015-07-15 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It comes with an easy tear-top, with those little tabs that stick if you're not careful. When she opens it, it's obvious what it is: canned fruit, little chunks of pineapple and melon and too-red cherries floating in sweet, clear liquid. Natasha doesn't exactly have convenient utensils on her person, but she doesn't look like she's going to join him in eating.

She just leaves the can there, open, and occasionally glances at the screen. Her eyes follow when he stoops to look over the actual hardware.
]

You know what you're doing.

[ She sounds thoughtful. Natasha's really more of a software person, and even then, y'know. ]
striking: (it is to be left alone)

[personal profile] striking 2015-07-15 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Katniss' first thought, after the initial panic and confusion, is also of food and water, so she's been poking her head into rooms looking for anything of the sort. When she finds the kitchen she's relieved and immediately determined to fill the bag she scavenged with more than just oddities. But when she spots another person she freezes, grip tightening around the large, sharp pair of shears that is her only weapon.

Nobody else has fought her. Maybe if he hasn't seen her yet...

But no, no such luck. Still, it's early, and most people don't seem to know what's going on, and he's alone. Best of all, there's no flicker of recognition in his eyes.
]

Alliance?

[ She offers tentatively, weapon still at the ready. ]

I just want some water.
debts: (the snow falling down.)

[personal profile] debts 2015-07-15 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His tone stays almost sheepish, but hers is flat-out amused. A little friendly in the slope of it, but for the most part Natasha takes a step back and eyes him head to toe— it's not appreciative, just assessing. ]

Because you're as fast as light?

[ Flash. Lightning bolt. She's taking a guess. It's not all it is, of course, but— being obvious isn't really her thing. Even if she weren't wearing a jet black catsuit. ]
untodawn: (pic#9311841)

[personal profile] untodawn 2015-07-15 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There was an ache that weighed heavy in his chest that mirrored Halsey's tightly controlled brush of a knuckle across her cheek. John couldn't do them same - everything behind the helmet had to evaporate in its own time until the air inside smelled distinctly of salt. He could deal with that.

Following along with Halsey's logic that the matter of what had happened to them to bring them here was the more pressing issue, John nods. Not delivering a another, repetitive 'yes ma'am'; he was happy she was here and perhaps given to rely heavily on protocol but he was hardly sycophantic.
]

No.

[ It was as though he could see the cogs turning behind her ice blue eyes. He was near abouts the same conclusion that it was highly irregular that a SPARTAN could be incapacitated without their knowing short of being of vented into space. And there had been no side effects beyond the expected confusion. ]

We're somewhere on Earth, but...

[ The next part is where things get a bit murky and well beyond his ken. ]

Outside this compound survivors of an unknown disaster left behind a note that said: The world ended July 3rd, 2015. Further out two klicks north there was abandoned town and what I assumed to be the survivors.

[ Again, he shifts his weight from foot to foot. Hesitation. ]

The town was devastated and any people I've come across exhibited what looked exposure to the Flood.
Edited 2015-07-15 22:43 (UTC)
deathgoose: THEY LAST & THEY LAST (THESE KINDA WOUNDS)

shakespearean plotting dinosaurs, don't mind me ignore this

[personal profile] deathgoose 2015-07-15 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
If raptors could skip from one clear thought to the next, hers would be Fuck this shit.

Her pack is dead, killed by the Big Other stalking away from the prey's den, and she feels something like hatred sibilantly hiss through her fangs. Raptors don't feel emotion the way people do but they are loyal, the Pack is everything, you hurt one and the rest will hunt you down (the weakest is part of the Alpha, the Alpha protects and provides with the weakest taking orders, cut off the weakest and you draw the Alpha closer to yourself). The Human Alpha had wanted to hunt down her Pack: she had looked him in the eye as he did when they tried to move her in the iron walls and she shed the blood of prey when he barked at the other prey to Shoot, shoot her!

Words mean nothing. Calls do. Shoot. A prey's command to Attack.

This one has no Pack but the prey is many. Lots of prey who know Shoot, one raptor with no Pack, one Pack with foolish youngsters. One Big Other who does not know the prey will cry Shoot and rally like raptors.

She sinks back into the shadows, careful to remain downwind and stock-still in the shadowed ruins of the shed she broke out of earlier, watching. There is no linear thought process but the fragments of what she remembers coalesce into a whole, so for now she does not approach although all her sore limbs twitch in eagerness (diekillhuntPackhuntkill) and puts together puzzle pieces of prey-with-SHOOT-fangs and the Big Other who Needs-To-Die.

The Alpha watches the Pack-Killing Big Other go, and she tries hard to be clever for later.
striking: (to keep it or throw it away)

[personal profile] striking 2015-07-15 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Katniss shakes her head: she didn't say anything. Now that she's worked out that she doesn't have to kill anyone (not unless they try and kill her) she's been ghosting around the complex until she was finally drawn to the sight of someone with an actual bow and arrows. But she hadn't wanted to interrupt him. ]

Is there another one of those?

[ She asks, gesturing to the bow and arrow, before turning to look and answer her own question. She finds a shorter bow, plucks the string consideringly, deciding if she needs to adjust the tension. ]

You're good.

[ She adds quietly, now that she's not looking at him, though she's keeping him in her peripheral. ]
hookshots: ((lotus))

its what happens when you're known for boulder punching

[personal profile] hookshots 2015-07-15 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Ada notes the double-take, the strike of recognition painting his features before becoming disfigured with rage. She's off the door frame the moment he reaches for a weapon, her own hand wrapping securely around the pistol holstered against her thigh. It wasn't the first time her appearance garnered such a reaction, her status as a former Umbrella operative has gained her more than her fair share of enemies, and she knew it wouldn't be the last.

He pauses, clearly uncertain. Her fingers loosen around the leather grip of her pistol, but she doesn't dare remove them. A man that is a danger is a man that should be dead. She knows it would be far safer if she just shot him now.

"I'm...", the most intelligent response would be to lie. She's had a handful of fake names over the years, and if he did hold some sort of grudge against her, it could keep her from having to kill someone so soon. People would come running at the sound of gunfire, no doubt,"Ada Wong."

She watches carefully for reaction, her eyes narrowed,"And you are?"
striking: (this is a barren body)

a

[personal profile] striking 2015-07-15 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Katniss' eyes widen when she sees that it's Johanna, with all her hair and her arena outfit, and then almost instantly rolls them.

"Please," she echoes, in an entirely different tone to the one Johanna just used. Still, it's good to see her, even if it only adds to Katniss' certainty that this is some new plot of Snow's, the shears she'd been given gripped tight in her hand. Not a bow, but more than nothing.

Katniss also apparently got clothes: she's in her fancy Mockingjay battle suit that Coin had had made for her, using Cinna's design. That Johanna didn't only makes her more suspicious: the Capitol has proven clever at using the people closest to her as weapons, and they'd had Johanna for so long, who's to say they couldn't have created some strange mutt from her? But she doesn't attack. She just doesn't drop her weapon.
brawn: (BOX)

( OPEN )

[personal profile] brawn 2015-07-15 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Waking up in a strange place with no knowledge of how she got there is near to top of Shaw's list of most irritating situations; waking up in a place that's clearly military bumps it even higher. She'd found enough familiar in the room she'd woken in to give some comfort, but her phone's dead and there's nothing that offers any explanations.

The warning on the front door gets a moment of derisive examination, the kind that might be accompanied by a low comment if there was anyone in her ear to hear it. But it isn't ignored, not immediately. She turns away, checks the vehicle bay before finding the roof access.

She might have hoped for some familiarity in the view, but she isn't surprised. The answer to them doesn't make itself available, and she takes her time scoping out the surroundings, the state of the fence and buildings within it, the shooting range visible. There next, the photo of the rifle tucked inside her shirt. Then she can take a closer look at the Jeeps.]


[[ooc: feel free to catch Shaw on the roof, in the weapons shed or the vehicle bay!]]
oplourgia: (back off man i'm a scientist)

[personal profile] oplourgia 2015-07-15 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Halsey's potential questions about what's starting to look very much like time travel evaporate at the rest of John's news, and her eyes widen. She doesn't doubt a single thing he's saying; if John were uncertain about his observations, he'd say so. Since he hasn't, what he's reporting is as reliable as if he were showing her video.]

Flood? Did you see any infection forms?

[How they got here and how the Flood got here are problems that can be investigated after they attend to the matter of not being turned into mindless, shambling horrors bent only on infecting every other piece of sentient life in the galaxy.

She is very studiously not thinking about Jacob.]
wipedclean: (just frame the halves and)

[personal profile] wipedclean 2015-07-15 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[He frowns. No, he doesn't remember seeing an alien before. But that doesn't necessarily mean anything. It's still a negative, though.]

No.
untodawn: (pic#9337694)

[personal profile] untodawn 2015-07-15 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
No, ma'am. We've encountered several infected humans, but other species haven't shown any symptoms and a perimeter sweep hasn't yielded anything in the last several days.

[ Not wanting to come up empty handed, John pulls out the plastic pink compact mirror. It sits awkwardly small in the palm of his massive hand. ]

And I found this when I arrived. It can't be coincidence.

[ The compact clicks open as he holds it out to Halsey, revealing a set of coordinates and a piece of heavy sketch paper folded into the powder well. ]
glacius: and I won't let you hurt my friends. (I won't let you hurt my planet)

[personal profile] glacius 2015-07-15 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Glacius has noticed the ogling Nux is doing--it's making him a little uncomfortable. If he'd known admiration was the attempt he might've puffed up, but as it was he was in a strange place talking to a strange person and he's still not sure what the human's aim is, here. Is he sizing him up? Looking for a weakness? Or is he just dumbfounded by the concept of a being from a distant planet?

His eyes go wide when Nux brings up that last bit. "Like me? There are others of my kind here?" He misinterprets, narrowing his eyes and taking a step forward. This is bad, he can't let this happen; this planet is ruthless, no place for his peaceful species. He has to find them and free them at once.