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redshiftlogs2020-09-03 12:32 am
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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.
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And now he's sorry that Takeshi has to watch him, is with him while this is happening. Each time Gokudera had been left on his own, Takeshi simply vanished. No trace. If he were killed in fighting the zombies, or done something like this on his own, he'd hope for the other to not see him. True, it would be painful to not say goodbye, but Gokudera has never gotten the chance to do so.
Despite the pain roaring through him with like literal fire, he clings onto the words he hears. Even if he comes back and doesn't remember this feeling, so long as he comes back... that's all that matters. It's too hot to cry, too painful and sudden to make a noise, and the scene he leaves behind is even worse.
Gokudera's body is crumbling, little more than an ash left of his ribs when his head is taken, kissed, and his brain forces him to try and bite. He feels nothing, of course, and the severing draws a blank, confused expression to his face, eyes half open. Takeshi will find that all he can hold onto is literally the head of his boyfriend. Everything else save for his rings disintegrating, turning to ash.
And there's still some weight left to what is left of him. The flames are gone, but Gokudera's will had been to destroy the disease completely. Despite his zombie brain being destroyed, every bit of him is turning to ash. There is no more fire, or heat. Takeshi is grasping skin, fine hair, a face that once smiled at him, and it's all going gray and crumbling.
There is nothing left except his rings to his weapons, the collar in Takeshi's hand, and scorch marks on the couch. It may still be warm, but there is nothing else, no noise aside from the shuffling of zombies on the other side of the door, smelling and searching Takeshi out.
The rings are inactive, but the collar faintly glows, registering recognition at the swordsman's touch. Takeshi may be able to feel an electric current, as though it is searching for the chip that was destroyed in Gokudera's neck.
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If this has to happen, there is nowhere else Yamamoto would want to be; this is where he belongs. Wherever Hayato is, that is where he belongs, now, tomorrow, forever, there is no other place for Yamamoto in this world but at his boyfriend's side, and now he has to find a way to move forward even for a limited time without him. He has no idea how to do this; the grief is all-consuming, sinking in and bleeding the life from his body.
Hayato can come back with no memory of them, but Yamamoto will not forget, and he will win him over again; he will not let go. No matter the state the bomber returns to him in, Yamamoto will love him and find a way for them to build their life together, the life Hayato deserves, the life he promised him.
But first, he has to survive his boyfriend, literally slipping through his fingers and turning into nothing more than the things he left behind, not even ash for Yamaoto to reach out and touch; it is all gone, everything and for a moment, he can do nothing more than fall forward, his heart sobbing from him onto the couch in this abandoned apartment, the joy fading from his eyes as slowly, piece by piece he begins to shut himself off. He cries till there is nothing left, he cries as he picks up the collar, unable to snap it around his neck the way his bomber wore it. Instead he winds it around his arm, numb, unaware of any electrical hum as it searches for the same thing his heart searches for, Hayato. He gathers those rings and places them into his pocket.
He takes one breath and the he prepares to do the only thing he can, fight till he is so exhausted he can pass out and hope that soon Hayato returns, because he does not know if he can endure what he feels inside. Instead, he flicks a switch, shuts himself down, and goes into battle mode; there is no other choice.
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