[ location ] zombies day three

[eventextras.livejournal.com]

Another day and it's only getting worse. More Extras are infected, leaving entire districts overrun with the hungry undead that move relentlessly out into the rest of the city. Travel within the infected areas is a deadly notion. The aliens, in a poor attempt at containing the problem, have cut the power to prevent electrical fires and explosions. It cuts off access to the hatches, but supplies can always be found elsewhere in the broken shops and storefronts.

It lessens the potential danger from accidents, but still the undead horde grows.

One place, though, is still humming benignly with electricity and relative safety: the Sanctuary, standing pristine and tall in the middle of Central. It won’t be long before the building itself is crowded by zombies attracted to the noise, but they can be distracted.

Elsewhere, they move slowly toward the still burning fires consuming the riot-torn streets of the city.

(ZOMBIES MAP, DAY THREE)

[ visual | location: taxon's streets ] like irish mortar mother's pride is what we taught her

[stacked]

The tablet turns on abruptly, as Faith tosses her bag down with a thump on the pavement. The odd angle means she's only visible up to about the chest, but anyone who's met her won't be able to mistake that leather on leather taste in clothing, or the smoker's rasp to her voice as she laughs.

"Yeah, come on. Let's do this." There's no one else on screen, but the shuffling, dragging footsteps that echo through the tablet are unmistakable and should be a cue to run the fuck away, right now.

...She's not running, however; she's standing in place, stretching, bouncing a little on the balls of her feet with excitement.

When the first set of zombie feet pass the screen, Faith charges at the entire group; she fights a little like she's dancing, if dancing involved arterial spray. No guns here, just her fists and a sword. It's over fast-- a little too fast for her taste, to be honest-- but the street is momentarily cleared of zombies.

She stretches a little, letting her joints pop, and sighs with unmistakable satisfaction. She kneels by her bag, wiping idly-- and without much success-- at the blood on her face; when she sees the tablet's recording one eyebrow sneaks up before she shrugs easily, then rolls her eyes and reaches past the tablet into the bag. After a moment of rummaging, she pulls out a pack of cigarettes and takes a second to light one up, oddly casual for someone chilling out alone in a zombie infested section of the city. "I'd be pissed about the free show, but screw it. This is the most freaking fun I've had since I got dropped here." Another long drag, then she grabs the tablet in her free hand and pulls the bag over her shoulder and stands, all in one smooth moment. "In case anybody missed the memo, try not to get bit and leave the killing to the professionals."

Her laugh is raspy but genuine. "Always wanted to say that shit." Chances to kill undead Extras is apparently all it takes to make Faith Lehane cheerful, good to know.


( ooc | faith's in osten at the time of the post, but if you'd rather do location than tablet and want to run into her somewhere else later on, just put it in the subject line and it's all good. she's basically drifting around the city kicking ass, so she can be wherever you need.

ALSO WARNING FOR POTENTIAL HEAVY VIOLENCE IN COMMENTS. )

[ Visual | Location: Heading into Wilde ]

[faderbroderson]

Godric's inhuman speed and his poor tablet have never mixed very well. It turns on in mid-air as it goes flying, landing just in time to catch the image of Godric's blur passing by a small crowd of zombies. Godric abruptly stops in a crouch next to the broadcasting tablet as the zombies fall behind him like dominoes, gore spilling from their heads onto the ground where they land.

From a visual perspective, it looks as if the zombies' brains have suddenly and inexplicably exploded at Godric's passing. But a quick glance at the blood covering Godric's hands and forearms tells a different story. Crushing skulls with your bare hands; it's a vampire thing.

The tattoos on Godric's arms and torso are stark against his skin, his shirt discarded as soon as it became apparent this would get messy. With fangs displayed, he makes a positively savage picture, but the expression on his face is calm. Noticing the tablet, he politely detracts his fangs before picking it up and rising to his feet to speak.

"It seems our hamster friends have done something foolish again," he says rather dryly. "I hope those of you who haven't taken it upon yourselves to fight are remaining safe. Sookie, Mister Stackhouse, are you both well? River, Dawn, Kaylee? Should anyone need assistance who does not have it, you need only ask.

"Eric, where have you gotten to? Faith is just behind me; we're heading for Wilde."

003: [Visual]/Location: Elisa's apartment

[garg-elisa.livejournal.com]

The first night of the zombies, they had been too far away from Central and Elisa's apartment for her to notice.  When she went out, she largely confined her gliding to that portion of Taxon. 

The next night, she'd thought she'd seen something in a few spots, a few extras acting a little strange, but nothing definite.  Something was definitely up, but she couldn't figure out what.

By the third night, however, she was immediately aware of the problem as soon as she woke from her stone sleep.  The zombies filling the ground below--and they had to be zombies, nothing else acted like that--were more worrisome.  She wasn't especially worried for her own safety (she was on the top floor after all), at least, not for the moment.  But if it got any worse...  if they tried anything during the day...

She opened her tablet up for a visual broadcast.  "What the hell is going on?"

[location: wilde]

[selfmadman]

Don leaves the office every day to remind himself he can, because confinement is one thing but being an instrument of that confinement is another. He rides the tram across the city, missing—feeling the absence of—the train's rattle. When he has the energy he walks, now that the weather's turned itself inside out, down streets lined with buildings varied as masks at a costume party. He knows of a few bars, has no particular attachment to any of them—and he'd rather drink alone than in the company of extras, who even when stumbling from a chair don't lose their unnerving stiffness, their robotic air of calculation.

Today he has a purpose in mind—with Joan here, he's giving thought to finding somewhere to live. He stops to light a cigarette and proceeds into the street.

He makes it less than a block before he's forced to acknowledge that something (something else) is wrong. He can hear shouting, not the occasional isolated exclamation but the full-throated roar of a crowd. On the opposite side of the street a person whose clothing hangs in tatters staggers past; Don turns in time to catch a second glimpse and wonder, for one insane instant, if those could, in fact, be strips of flesh the extra's trailing.

“Jesus,” he mutters, squinting down the street. Sure enough, there are others approaching, some of them in a hurry.


[ooc: Timed to Day 2 because FML. Feel free to bump into him, but you may be recruited to team Draper-Stackhouse-Harris. WARNING: WILL CONTAIN ZOMBIE VIOLENCE AND TYPEWRITER ABUSE AND EXCESSIVE SMOKING]

024: ACTION [ they're out to get you, there's demons closing in on every side ]

[aregulargirl.livejournal.com]

Against all good judgement, Max is out on her motorcycle, a wooden plank in her hand. She's taking out whatever zombies are within striking distance with said plank, and it's working about as well as you'd expect it to. If there were ever a time for her to forgo her vow to never use guns, this would be the time to break it, but she's too stubborn (or stupid) to do it.

It's serving her well enough for the time being, though, so she keeps up with it, not noticing how the needle of the fuel gauge is dipping dangerously low.

[ ooc | warning for extreme zombie violence in the comments! ]

032 ━ [ visual ] / [ location: somewhere in wilde ].

[undoing.livejournal.com]

Angel had abandoned the hotel after grabbing his sword and stocking his person up on other assorted weapons. The hotel had been home to him for so long, but it wasn't worth defending anymore. No-one that mattered lived there, and the only purpose it served was to be a fixture for memories; some he cared to remember, others he often wished would just stay forgotten - like the faint outline of the point of a pentagram that peeked out from under the couch that had been placed on top of it in a futile attempt to hide it.

He frowned at it, remembering the primordial magic he'd tampered with when he was trying to find a gateway to Quor'toth and the son that had been here in Taxon for a while, but had since been sent home. He was glad Connor wasn't here to deal with any of this chaos, though he knew his kid would be able to handle his own.

Into Wilde he went, tearing down zombies as he made his way towards the home of the person he'd since proclaimed himself the protector of. There was complicated reasoning behind why Angel was currently going deeper into the heart of the areas the zombies now overran, some of which he'd yet to clue himself into, but by the time he arrived on her doorstep, he was already wearing half of what he killed. (One didn't go into a fight expecting to emerge with a spotless wardrobe.)

[ ooc | for various planned shenanigans, but feel free to run into him somewhere in wilde or prod him via visual. the more the merrier! ]

[Accidental Visual]

[imperial-long.livejournal.com]

At first, Oolong hadn't noticed the chaos starting to brew on the streets of Taxon. Screaming all sounded much alike, either screaming from the Extras at his presence or this new sort of screaming. And he was out of the city in any case: lazing in the forest, drying out after his fight with Willow, feeling vaguely sorry for himself as only ninety-plus-feet of dragon can do.

He had stirred himself to do as he had told himself he would, and test the barriers of the city, so his tablet was broadcasting a rather odd view of... sky, and great rolling gouts of flame that left bizarre clouds of scorch marks in the middle of the air.

(Part of the reason the broadcast was odd was that the tablet had apparently reintegrated itself into Long's bracelet, so the view was at a weird angle..... but the general citizens of Taxon might have more to worry about than whatever's going on hundreds of feet in the air above their heads.)

And when taking a break from his attempt to pierce the barrier, Oolong notices this as well...

Plumes of smoke rising from the city, and the thin sound of screams he is certain he has nothing to do with.

With his tablet still broadcasting, however odd the view is, the dragon drifts lazily down from the sky to investigate the cause of the chaos.



Dragon vs zombies in comments, probably violent, whut

[ shí­ sān - location: serenity - action/visual ]

[gotcouplings.livejournal.com]

Since the first few posts on the network, Kaylee has been slowly making just-in-case preparations: securing the parts of the drill, stocking up on provisions, double-checking that Serenity is in fine working order--everything she's learned to do during her time with Mal. The lovely system failure was a clear case of You Can't Be Too Careful, and there's no way she's about to be surprised again.

After checking her surroundings, she quietly leaves the ranch house and heads for the ship. Just have to send a quick blip to River and she'll be set to go pick her up and move. Kaylee pulls her tablet out as she heads up Serenity's ramp, absently hitting the buttons on the panel to close the cargo bay up as she starts the feed.

"River, mei mei, gonna come get you at the zoo, alright? Stay safe 'til I get there. And Jayne, mind checkin' in--"

A loud stuttering clunk halts her, and she steps forward to peer curiously back at the door and investigate whatever is jamming the gears. It's a fortunate turn--just as she spins around, an Extra, bloody and drooling, lunges at her. Kaylee twists out of the way and scrambles for the stairs, catching just enough of a glimpse of the bay doors to see another body stuck fast in the gears, and a third Extra clambering up over the top of the ramp.

The tablet catches glimpses of stairs and zombie flesh as Kaylee makes her way up toward the mess hall. In the distance, the dull thud of a body toppling over the ramp can be heard as the mechanic rounds the corner for the next set of stairs. There's an awkward fumbling to shove the kitchen's door closed before Kaylee finally leans back against the wall to catch her breath--

--and promptly screams and drops her tablet as another Extra lunges at her from behind the table. The tablet's screen cracks and goes black as it hits the ground, and for a time only the sound of the scuffle can be heard before another screech of metal cuts them off. The dining room remains silent.

On top of Serenity, the mechanic grimaces at the tips of the Extra's fingers that had been caught in the hatch as she had slammed it closed. A quick glance over the side of the ship shows a few other Extras slowly gathering around the ship. Kaylee sighs, dragging her knees up to her chest. Stuck on top of a ship with no way of contacting the others.

"Shiny," she mutters.