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september 2020. welcome to the void.
Who: Everyone in Anchor.
What: Monthly Mingle
When: The Month of September 2020
Where: Around and outside the city.
Warnings: Please add any warnings in the subject lines.
What: Monthly Mingle
When: The Month of September 2020
Where: Around and outside the city.
Warnings: Please add any warnings in the subject lines.
Redshift: Welcome to the v͖͕̺̲̘̱̜͎o̴̦̣̠̦̘̹͞i̯̖d̛̪̬͈̱̦̝͍̕.
Click here to read what characters will experience when arriving in Anchor.
a. the shuffling.
It's dark.
No, like, really dark.
Not only have the lights of the suns been extinguished, but the lights of Anchor are fading as well. It seems the skies are shifting again, and taking Anchor's solar power with them, again. The lights don't fade entirely, leaving Anchor basked in a grayish glow with shadows painting unpleasant shapes along the walls. In parts of Anchor, the emergency lights have come on, illuminating the areas around them in red.
You could be forgiven for assuming the first shadow you see moving is your imagination. But the second or third? And what's that soft moaning noise coming from some of the vents? At first, there's no answer to that question. Then they start appearing.
Zombies. It seems that the cemetery outside was occupied after all. Though not brain-eating, fast-moving zombies, they move in packs, and they're smart. The more of them in one place, the more intelligent their hunting and planning seems to be. Get cornered, and you might find yourself in pieces, in need of new limbs or, y'know, a new life...
If they get a bite in, it's not as bad as your typical zombie apocalypse, but you're in for an unpleasant ride - hallucinations of people you hate will drive you to attack anyone and anything that comes near you. Either that, or visions of people you've failed or disappointed will haunt you. These hallucinations are invisible to everyone else, and last no less than a day.
No, like, really dark.
Not only have the lights of the suns been extinguished, but the lights of Anchor are fading as well. It seems the skies are shifting again, and taking Anchor's solar power with them, again. The lights don't fade entirely, leaving Anchor basked in a grayish glow with shadows painting unpleasant shapes along the walls. In parts of Anchor, the emergency lights have come on, illuminating the areas around them in red.
You could be forgiven for assuming the first shadow you see moving is your imagination. But the second or third? And what's that soft moaning noise coming from some of the vents? At first, there's no answer to that question. Then they start appearing.
Zombies. It seems that the cemetery outside was occupied after all. Though not brain-eating, fast-moving zombies, they move in packs, and they're smart. The more of them in one place, the more intelligent their hunting and planning seems to be. Get cornered, and you might find yourself in pieces, in need of new limbs or, y'know, a new life...
If they get a bite in, it's not as bad as your typical zombie apocalypse, but you're in for an unpleasant ride - hallucinations of people you hate will drive you to attack anyone and anything that comes near you. Either that, or visions of people you've failed or disappointed will haunt you. These hallucinations are invisible to everyone else, and last no less than a day.
b. somebody to love.
Maybe the worst part of the zombie invasion, though, is that these are people you recognize. Not all of them, many of the faces of the shambling dead will be completely unfamiliar, but a lot of them are people from home. Loved ones, mortal enemies, and everyone in between. If they get close to you, their almost-familiar voices will start calling your name. Are they still in there? Is it worth finding out?
It's not just faces from home, either. The man from the welcome video shows up in zombie form frequently enough that there has to be more than one, and there's even multiple versions of Creepy Joe limping around, body unmarred by tentacles. Every now and again, pink-haired woman with a familiar voice and a long white dress will shamble out of seemingly nowhere. Endless double-faces, a city's worth of doppelgangers. Some of them seem drawn to places that were significant to them. Others wander aimlessly, making low, sad moaning sounds.
It's not just faces from home, either. The man from the welcome video shows up in zombie form frequently enough that there has to be more than one, and there's even multiple versions of Creepy Joe limping around, body unmarred by tentacles. Every now and again, pink-haired woman with a familiar voice and a long white dress will shamble out of seemingly nowhere. Endless double-faces, a city's worth of doppelgangers. Some of them seem drawn to places that were significant to them. Others wander aimlessly, making low, sad moaning sounds.
c. home sweet home.
One of the zombies has done the residents of Anchor a favor, though. It walked straight into one of the power generators and shorted it out, releasing the locks on the doors to the fancy apartments down at the base of the city, near the park.
These are multi-level condos with windows that face toward the park and gardens. Each suite has a private bathroom including a tub and shower, a miniature kitchen, and two to three bedrooms. Each one is furnished in soothing pale colors with high-quality furniture.
They're all fit to inhabit, too - if you don't mind the occasional laser scoring on the wall, or that streak of perfectly preserved dried blood. It seems even this place wasn't immune to what happened in the rest of the colony. But there's no sign of anyone being locked in, either. No bodies, no rotting smells, not even dried husks. Just colonial luxury splashed with violence. And the occasional lost zombie.
These are multi-level condos with windows that face toward the park and gardens. Each suite has a private bathroom including a tub and shower, a miniature kitchen, and two to three bedrooms. Each one is furnished in soothing pale colors with high-quality furniture.
They're all fit to inhabit, too - if you don't mind the occasional laser scoring on the wall, or that streak of perfectly preserved dried blood. It seems even this place wasn't immune to what happened in the rest of the colony. But there's no sign of anyone being locked in, either. No bodies, no rotting smells, not even dried husks. Just colonial luxury splashed with violence. And the occasional lost zombie.
d. the walking robo-dead.
Even the robots aren't immune to what's going on, it seems. Whenever one comes into contact with a zombie, it seems to short out, going offline until the offending monster has left the area. When it slowly comes back to life, it rolls about drunkenly, slamming into walls, people, and guard rails with equal lazy force. Sooner or later most of the bots in Anchor are affected, wandering aimlessly, trying to serve you sluggishly and usually doing it wrong, or - oh dear, that one's rolling to the edge of one of the upper walkways. You should probably stop it.
Unless you're Kabal or Starscream, then you can just watch it roll over the edge and smash into a million pieces at the bottom, you animal.
Unless you're Kabal or Starscream, then you can just watch it roll over the edge and smash into a million pieces at the bottom, you animal.
QUESTIONS.
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Carlisle would be able to control the zombies in a limited capacity, and like you said, he would need to actively try to get hold of them. When he had control, it would be a sort of 50/50 on whether they would 'listen' to him, and sometimes they might rebelliously do the opposite of what he asks. Have fun!
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Re: QUESTIONS.
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Who: Everyone in Anchor.
What: Monthly Mingle
When: The Month of July 2020
Where: Around and outside the city.
Warnings: Please add any warnings in the subject lines.
should be fixed to September. :3 Love ya'll and take it easy mod team!!
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Re: QUESTIONS.
Bro is really handy with robots and robotics. What happens if he tries to take one of the robo-zombies apart to see what’s affecting it?
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Hayato Gokudera || OTA
Gokudera hadn't exactly woken up to the power going off, the lights all cutting off, because he rarely sleeps. It's just naps where he can fit them in. But when they do cut off, he's lighting his rings, holding his hand up so that the rainbow of flames casts light around him.
"Takeshi?" He asks quietly. The other may have returned to the Quad, or he may be out exploring, training, or just being as active as normal. Gokudera is not afraid of the dark, but he is so naturally guarded that the silence can get to him. He pulls out his device to shoot his boyfriend a message. The book he'd been reading in his bunk rests uselessly, seems to be a collection of sermons, of motivational words, something about empowerment.
So he's at least in a nice mental state, even if he's not physically very strong. Insomnia tugs on the outer limits of his energy, but he pushes on. Maybe he won't need to flames once he's reached a higher level?
No, still dark.
Maybe you see him up ahead and bump into him, hoping to warn him. Maybe you just want to see what he'll do once he realizes the threat on the colony.
For now, he just has a bad feeling in his gut. And as usual, he's heading towards the trouble. He heard something like a sad moan, but as it is in the vents, he can't tell where it is actually coming from.
B. Somebody to Love
The zombies haven't been too difficult to take out. Gokudera's flame arrow can destroy the head of each person he sees, and he is not believing for a moment that the faces he recognizes are those of his actual family. There was a child he thought might have been Lambo, and after shooting him down, he wanders closer to get a better look.
Bodies of his family and of enemies lie around him, but for some reason, seeing the five year-old's face half destroyed hits differently. He falls to his knees and reaches out to touch the child, picks up his hand, then drops it and feels his eyes water. One of his horns has been knocked off, and he picks that up, gripping it tight and knowing he shouldn't be upset.
But how... it's all feeling very real.
Even if he's seen what he basically thought were zombie clones, that this is probably not real. This is like seeing his name on a gravestone. It's so strange that he knows it can't possibly be real.
But even the zombie version of Lambo seemed so young... clueless. He feels his throat tighten, and then looks up, resigned that he'll have to face more.
And then the worst face of all for him to see, and not because he can't shoot it, is his sister's. There is no mask, no goggles, nothing to hide the way her face makes him recoil, instantly sick. Gokudera is debilitated, drops to a knee, and he very clearly needs help. His sister seems to be alone.
C. Wildcard!
B; Aftermath when they find each other.
He pivots, slams his Shigure Kintoki into a zombie, and slices in two with flames. That he has seen his friends and loved ones in the faces today is something he will deal with later. Now, he has to find his boyfriend, he has to know he is okay.
Yes, he knows the bomber is capable but how would he handle a zombie with Tsuna's face or someone else from home? After having seen none of them for so long Yamamoto is worried about what it would do and if he would be okay to fight.
Yes, he knows he is strong, but he also knows they are better together. When he sees scorched corpses he knows Hayato must be near. He looks at the swallow and the pup, sending them both off to look as he moves through the carnage.
What zombies are still mobile he dispatches, mounting dread as every step takes him further and none of them reveal the one person he needs to find.
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Bianchi pinned, still very much alive, though maimed, struggles beneath the large cat's heavy paw. Gokudera has his bone loops acting as shields to keep any zombies from coming down the other side of the hall. There's more than what is leaving the sound of his sister, a possible hoard down a neighboring hall? He's passed rooms in the apartments, not thought to hide in one, but is trying to focus on narrowing down his enemies and take them one at a time, or more if he's certain the blast won't damage any of his fellow Anchor residents.
Bianchi as a zombie does not seem smart on her own, and is still struggling as Gokudera fights his own nausea to stand. He points his weapon down the hall, then narrows it at the faintest blue glow.
"Takeshi!" He calls, knowing it's probably not a great idea to be shouting. More zombies will hear them, of course, but he doesn't care. They'll fight better together.
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B.
Finnick had been a mentor. He'd paid attention. And more than that, he'd been a Career and so were the tributes from Four that year. He'd known them. He'd seen their wolves.
But this is blatant. This isn't fur the color of a tribute's hair and eyes eerily like theirs.
He'd come out to investigate why the power seemed to have gone off, and he's been glad he brought his gun with him. At first, the ... things that attacked out of the shadows had been unfamiliar, their decomposing skin making it clear that they weren't really people, and he'd shot the first one that attacked him.
It got harder after that. He'd seen the faces of tributes. Faces of people who'd died, on national television.
He's trying not to think about the fact that he just killed them again when he rounds a corner to see someone he doesn't know, face to face with one of the ... he's going to think of it as a muttation.
Muttation makes it easier to kill, and the kid looks like he needs help.
"HEY," Finnick shouts to draw the mutt's attention in the hope that it will give the guy some time to get away.
If not, he has his gun aimed at the mutt already.
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Finnick is a stranger to them both, but draws Bianchi's attention quickly. The woman turns her head over her shoulder, dusky rose hair swinging in a curtain against her shoulders as he opens her mouth and makes a sad groaning noise at the man aiming his gun at her.
Gokudera tries to push himself up, but he's weak. It's as if everything in his body has locked up and can't shake the illness as quickly as he wants.
"Pl-please..." He growls out on a choked breath. Seeing her face has incapacitated him, and he'd do so much better if Finnick took the shot. Gokudera knows this is not his real half-sister. One of his hands falls to the ground and he gags, gasps, and his vision swims as he fights not to pass out.
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Yamamoto Takeshi || OTA |CW: Aftermath of his boyfriend's death, may be a little less than pleasant.
That and a horde of zombies waiting outside the door for him. For a moment it is tempting to open the door and let them in, not raise his weapon, put his companions in their box, and let go. Only for a moment though because he made a promise and no matter what pain he feels, he will be here when his boyfriend returns.
Jirou whines at his leg as the noise outside the door increases, the young hitman takes one slow breath in, then another out. He raises his sword.
"Kojiro, Cambio forma" When the transformation is complete the rain has no hesitation, his dying will flares to life as strong as ever, he will wash this battlefield clean. He will pave the way for his friends to be safe and more than that, for Hayato to have somewhere safe to come home to. Because he would be back, Yamamoto has to keep telling himself that or he may well lose his mind.
When the fighting ends, that is probably, when it will come down for him, till then it's fighting to survive and keep as many people safe as he can. Something that the empty eyes of his say he has already failed at, he's shut down anything but his will to fight. Because anything else, every other part of him is too raw to touch. Too broken to take out and examine right now.
His flames explode, ripping through the door in front of him and the swordsman is not far behind, he'll fight his way from the building like a fury, for a moment he is not the smiling, grinning baseball player, always using the blunt side of is blade. He is the death, the very thing Squalo and Reborn saw in him, a natural killer and he decimates anything that stands in his way as long as it is foe.
When he escapes the horde and finds himself free of any enemies he stops, bending forward, hands closing around his knees as he draws in ragged breaths. He will search out the next undead he can find, but for this moment he has to breath, no matter what is in going on inside of him, he is still human.
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So, for the time being, he decides, "fuck it." He can continue playing exterminator later if need be; for now, he needs a break - just enough to let his Catharsis cool down for a bit. So he decides to play the evasion game, deftly avoiding zombies as he opens a path for himself with a storm of bullets.
Then he sees someone mowing through the zombies, and his eyes briefly widen because he recognizes that face, but the expression on it is completely new - and uncharacteristic. "Yamamoto...?"
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When he hears his name he tenses, it's Ritsu, he knows the voice but for a moment he hesitates, heartbeat rising, fingers tightening around the grip of his blade as he studies the other from his bent position.
"Ritsu?" There is no spark to the eyes, there is no ready smile, he remains hard because to open the smallest door now could create a flood. And there is more fighting to come, the time to be broken outwardly can come later.
He does rise, loosening his fingers so his blade is not held at the ready as if he is going to attack anything that moves.
"Are you okay? You haven't let any of them bite you have you?" He is not sure if everyone here would have played zombie games or seen movies as he has and he hopes against everything that none of his friends have had to see what a bite does first-hand today.
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Annie Cresta | OTA
Not a usual state of affairs, even now after so long here in Anchor. Normally, her husband is at least within visual reach. And after shit hits the fan (again)? If there's an Annie, there's a Finnick. But not today.
No, today she is alone. Alone, with Finnick's trident firmly in hand, making her cautious way to the fish labs.
Work isn't going to stop just because the lights aren't working and mutts have taken over. Mutts that look like people. People that Finnick knows, which also means people that Annie potentially knows. Because sometimes, the Gamemakers can be utter bastards.
She doesn't have her normal protector, but company? Of the living, fellow Anchorite persuasion? She wouldn't say no.
Later
He'd looked away when Mags died, unable to make himself watch it. He'd seen it, the death he'd avoided. And he'd sat, stunned and distant, disconnected from everything around him, just like he had while the jabberjays had screamed at him in Annie's voice in the arena.
Annie, of course, had soothed him once the worst of the hallucinations had passed, had cleaned his bite wound and reassured him as best she could, but the fish could only wait so long, longer than it took for him to be confident going out again.
Annie had promised she'd be careful, and she'd gone out armed with Beetee's trident. But he's been worried, and he's been staring at his wrist device, wary of any contact being a potential distraction but knowing that she'd let him know if she needed him.
She'd contacted him to let him know she was on her way back and she needed him, so now he's waiting for her by the door, gun strapped over his chest again and sheathed knife at his belt.
He's almost ready to face the risk of the mutts again.
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Voices can be used. Voices can be mimicked.
So here it is. A smiley face, five knocks, a wink, and "hey, Finnick, let me in."
Once she's in, she-
Well. First of all, she hugs him. Hard. It's fine, it's all fine, but she'd been scared out there, by herself. She needs a moment. Then, still folded in his arms, she tells him about the apartments the city has found.
"Do you want to go look?"
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tw: mental illness
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Poison | OTA
labs; voice, open to action - during zombies
[labs, during]
However, those who know Carlisle best (or have talked to him for approximately five minutes) know of his distaste for the undead. Even so, actively dispatching them because it's his oath-sworn duty is a far cry from tearing out of the Agricultural Zone at a furious pace, running for the ramp as fast as his legs can carry him in a frantic race for the labs.
And that's exactly what he's doing when he answers Poison's call. His footsteps thunder loudly on the floor as he makes it to the R&D, finding the first lab he reaches to be empty.]
Where? [His voice sounds desperate even in his own ears; his can feel the agitation in his energies, but cannot bring himself to calm down.] Where are you?!
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In the back of one of the labs, one of the grates leading up into the venting system has been ripped off the ceiling and thrown to one side. Around the opening a small group of shuffling creatures has congregating, with one of them being a zombified version of her robot.
Said robot is using an extendable arm to reach up into the vents, and as Carlisle's voice gets closer, Poison's shrieks its way out of the opening.]
Carlisle!
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o shit
Things that are going well: not this
marvellous
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labs;prior video to action
[Because hello Robot! He has to see this in person and in a few moments Yamamoto will be wandering in to see this because no way is he missing something this cool
When he enters there's a big grin on his face and just as much excitement as when they were out driving to the sinkhole.]
Yo! I got to mee this guy.
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