driftfleet | Don't Dead, Open Inside || Action

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Don't Dead, Open Inside || Action

Who: Carl Grimes, a bunch of zombies, and you
Broadcast: kinda?
Action: Waystation
When: Right now

(( ooc: This is a blanket content warning for blood/gore/death. So! There are zombies ahead and you’ve found yourself on the waystation! You have two options: evacuate, or fight them off. Things of note to remember: Being bitten or scratched are the easiest ways for infection. We don’t suggest being eaten. Magic will be hit or miss depending on player preference/discretion. Characters who become zombies will be treated as in-character deaths. Standard rules apply! The event will last a total of 24 hours. Have fun, and enjoy all the undead things. If there are any questions or anything at all, feel free to pm this journal or hit me up at

skorozima. ))

[ The Fleet has been floating along its predetermined path for the past few days, getting further and further away from the Yadrolla System and toward unknown territory. Along the way, those oh-so convenient waystations continue to pop up at their usual intervals. Identical in every way to every other, boring waystation. Neat, right? There are even some of those familiar orange-skinned aliens and some human travelers milling about and generally minding their own business. It’s a good place to stretch your legs, get sodas of questionable flavor, and take those nifty new pets for a walk!

Interrupting the general peace of the waystation, a shrill siren starts, and a robotic voice comes over the intercom as well as all communication devices on the station and surrounding spacecraft, repeating a monotone message. ]

ATTENTION. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. LOCKDOWN IMMINENT. ATTENTION. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. CALMLY EVACUATE USING THE NEAREST EXIT. LOCKDOWN IMMINENT..

[ Soon, it becomes apparent to those on the waystation what the emergency is. A gaggle? A murder??? Just.. a lot of undead. They’re not in any particular hurry, shambling and stumbling along.. until they spot what looks like some good eats. That seems to get them excited, arms stretching forward, teeth gnashing, and more growling than any sort of verbal mishmash meant to be words. ~~THEY’RE NOT A WORDY PEOPLE, OKAY?~~

For those looking to escape, it’s quite easy to outrun them unless you’re not paying attention to your surroundings. Corners can be tough! Just don’t get bit or scratched and all is well, except for their incessant attempts at making you a snack. For those who haven’t come across them before, or have run into some variation of them in another world, they’re resilient up to the point of losing their head or the brain being destroyed. Limbs being broken or missing don’t seem to slow them down, just send them a little off-balance.

All they know is attack and eat.

For those of the fleet still on their ships, they gravitate around the waystation, seemingly not wanting to go anywhere. There is a short window of time from the emergency alert to the entire waystation going on lockdown. Those wishing to help evacuate can do so- but they have to be quick!

Once the lockdown is in place, communication ceases with the waystation. All the rest of the fleet can do is sit and wait, and hope for the best. The doors will re-open twenty-four hours later, once it’s clear the situation is handled and they can regroup, count their losses, and wait once again for the perished to rejoin their ranks. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[General Opener]

[They were just in a system with plenty of resources and Kitty definitely stocked up on food supplies. As much non-perishable as possible with extra fresh produce and meats as it felt like they got closer and closer to time to leave. And while the cabinets at the Twin Roses are far from empty she still couldn't resist adding on as much waystation junk food as she could carry.

She's got bags loading down each hand as she hears the emergency announcement. She starts making her way across the station to where her shuttle is parked when she spots the cause of the evacuation as a couple of non-fleet people by her in the wrong direction away from a gruesome scene where three people are on their knees over a bloody body, feasting on the flesh.

It's going to be one of those days.]

[Fighting]

[She's trying to remember if this is her first time fighting a zombie hoard. What does that say about your life when you can't quite remember? There were always dinosaurs in the prison and here there have been slavers and cannibals. Maybe in a dream once?

Regardless, aiming for the head for a quick kill was a former assassin instinct of hers already, so there wasn't much trial and error needed. And this is exactly why she always wears her claws. You just never know when you're going to need them. She doesn't know all the rules for how to deal with them, but not letting someone touch you is her mutant instinct so that part's going pretty well too.

Maybe you'll help out mid-fight with a small group. Maybe you just catch her attention after she's cleared the room. Maybe you are the zombie.]

[Phased Rescue]

[You're in trouble. Maybe you've been fighting bravely and there were just too many. Maybe you were caught off guard or unawares. Whatever the case, your back is to the wall and a zombie is within arm's or teeth's length of you and you're about to be compromised. Except you never feel the bite or scratch. It passes harmlessly and impossibly through you instead as solid hands drag you backward through the wall.]

That was close.

[Wildcard]
[A communicator call that gets cut off when they go down? An earlier conversation about how she's loading up on too much salt and sugar? A specific set up that doesn't fit cleanly under the others? Aftermath because it's been a minute and the zombies have been cleared? Come at me!]

(OOC: Not having her turn or die. OTA, but if you have a pre-plotted death at the hands of someone else then we should pre-plan a reasonable exit strategy before engaging. Find me at hauntedreality on plurk!)

[Oh, there's nothing nicer than a rescue, thank you. Sam had been so busy shoving survivors through the doors into safety that he really didn't have much time to consider he'd be next on the menu. But then the undead just flops right through his held up arms and blade, and he heaves a relieved sigh.]

Where'd you come from? The wall?

[That's a sort of joke, but also probably what actually happened. Hey.]

Chicago originally. [She smirks at him once he's safely solid all the way through the wall into a storage closet free of zombies. It's clear from the splashes of blood across her that she hasn't been playing it safe inside here the whole time.]

I was looking for places I could stash survivors where they might keep being survivors. [She doesn't mean Sam. She can't imagine a scenario where he's cool just hiding out in there while others are still out there unbitten and scared.]

[Oh yes, stuck in a storage closet with Kitty. At least there'll be less making out involved than the gym, huh? Ha. He looks her over for any sign of injury, but the quip she throws sounds strong and untouched instead of anxious, so that's really good enough.]

I appreciate the breather, honestly. They just keep coming.

[He frowns, gaze shifting.]

... Not exactly happy to find another place where the body count's going to be high, though.

[Are you sure? Nothing like zombies to get you in the mood!]

No. For a little bit I thought it might be enough to separate them from the others until we figure things out, but there were too many. [So she started killing them which doesn't feel great.]

Do you have a weapon? [She wears her claws almost all the time and her powers are part of her so she's rarely unarmed, but if her claws weren't more of a dangerous fashion accessory she doubts she would have thought to bring anything over to the station.]

Kitty Pryde | Wanted: dead or alive (See what I did there?)

Phased Rescue

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Fighting!

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