hadriel_logs | Event Log: Flu Season

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Event Log: Flu Season

Who: All characters
What: The event log for the Flu Season event
Where: All over the city
When: March 20th-March 30th
Warnings: Gross sneezing, sick people, and paranoia

It starts with a cough, a sneeze, a sore throat - something small and simple, easily ignored. But then your symptoms get worse. It's probably been awhile since you've been sick, that sort of thing doesn't usually happen here. You might be able to raid the shops for some tissues and tea before it gets too bad, and hopefully you've got a friend to help out until you get better. Surely it'll be over soon, right?

Until the fever sets in, and you start to understand why your friend is really there. They don't want to take care of you. They want to make sure this is the last anyone will ever see of you. They want to learn all your secrets. They want to steal your most precious possession. You know they're plotting against you, you know they're keeping something from you. What will you do to find out what it is?

Then, as the sickness fades, you realize it was all in your mind. Let's hope you didn't do or say anything too awful. But that friend of yours... they seem to have picked up your cough. Maybe you should help them out?

► This log covers March 20th-March 30th.
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( This place feels so surreal, she's sure nothing here can possibly be real. That it's something the changes to the timeline have caused. But this woman speaks to her, feels so vivid that Serah flinches back and stares for a good minute before the words actually process. )

What? Who? ... No. No one sent me.

( She just turned up here. Because everything she's done has messed things up back home. )

Vaughn.

[...bullshit he didn't. Her dad doesn't leave behind messes. Hell, if she'd just let him murder all those people, she would never have been scratched.

Zombies dye their hair normal colors, not pink. They try to blend in, act human. And they don't-- they all know someone's out there killing them off. The Chaos Killer. Major.]

Stay away, or I swear to god I'll scratch you.

[Maybe another target will take Vaughn's attention off Rita long enough that she can escape.]

What are you talking about?

( Her voice is tense, a string about to snap in fear and confusion. What would scratching Serah do anyway? What sort of abilities does this woman have? Did Caius send her to stop them?

No, he wouldn't. He'd just do it himself, but that's what Serah would expect right, and if you truly want to catch someone off guard, you'd do the opposite of what they expect.

She shrinks back, her hand curling as if she's grasping for something that isn't there. )

[Playing dumb. She's playing dumb. Vaughn must've hired actors with ass-kicking on their résumés. Rita doesn't know how to fight, but she doesn't need to. She has the advantage here. Janko only got her because he had the element of surprise, but this woman here is playing a different game. Trying to psych Rita out so she can send her right back into her holding cell for Vaughn to gas properly.

Not gonna happen.]

The virus. One scratch, and he'll turn on you, too.

[If he could kill his own flesh and blood, this woman is even more expendable.]

( This makes so little sense, and her skin prickles despite the heat of the fever coursing through her body. This is all wrong. All of it. It must be some ploy of Caius', as though simply fighting her wouldn't be enough. Maybe he's--

Noel. Of course. He's after Noel and she's not there to help. She's here, with this woman who keeps talking about someone else and a virus Serah doesn't understand.

She's alone, afraid, and all but certain she's failed now. But this woman seems no better off than she is, and maybe-

Could Caius be working with this Vaughn person? Trying to deal with both their problem? Breathe, Serah, and try to look past the urge to call her out. They've both got someone messing with them. )

Okay... So, what does the virus do?

( This is a terrible idea, cries the animal part of her brain. )

[She's stalling, waiting for backup. For scientists with tasers and sedatives. Rita's breathing quickens. The physical symptoms are gone; now it's the paranoia that reigns supreme.]

It turns you into a zombie. A problem.

[And Vaughn hates problems.

(She's not a problem, though. For fuck's sake, she's been trying to solve it right there with him all year. She's a victim here, and all she wants is to be herself again. Who cares if she can't have kids once she's cured? She never wanted kids anyway.)

Rita moves towards the nearest building, a broken thing that won't offer any shelter from the elements but sure as hell gives her escape routes for when the reinforcements come.]

I don't-- wanna die like this.

[So she'll fight. Whoever comes for her, she'll fight them like she fought the monster that wanted to eat her.]

A zombie? But they're--

( Fictional. Things for books and shows and movies. Not an actual problem. Though, up until Noel appeared, Serah would have said the same thing about time travel. She spent three years hearing about how her memories of Lightning on the surface of Gran Pulse, smiling as she finally accepted Serah's engagement to Snow, weren't real. How they were just desperate wishes of a girl who lost the last surviving member of her family.

The important thing, right now, is that Serah's neck still prickles with the sensation of being unsafe. Of being watched. They're in the wrong place and they need to get out.

Both of them. )

We've gotta get out of here. ( At least Serah doesn't think Rita is part of Caius' plan. She's just someone as scared as Serah herself is. )

[This may be a trap, or this woman may really be as terrified as Rita is -- either way, she's better off going with her to hide. If they're found, Rita will leave her behind. If it is a trap, Rita can kill her and run, maybe even eat her brains and hope for a vision of how to get out of here.

So they hide. It's no more put together than the building Rita had been going for at first, but it's in another city block. That should help a little, and at the least, it gives Rita a chance to breathe and fight off a little of the fear pumping through her with every slow heartbeat.]

So who are you?

( They find a place and Serah can breathe for a moment, can try and push the terror out of her mind.

Maybe she should barricade the windows and doors of this place, just in case.

But how do you even do that? Lightning would know, if only Lighting were here... )

Serah. Serah Farron. And you're...?

[ Serah Farron. Not a name Rita recognizes from Max Rager or the zombie kill list. That's probably good, or at least not bad. ]

Rita. [ And because she wants Serah fully on her side here, she keeps going. ] Rita Du Clark. Vaughn's daughter.

[ If Serah's working for him, she knew that already. If not, then now she knows just how badly Vaughn wants the problem gone. ]

How'd you get in here? Can you find the way out? I have to get out of here before he finds me.

( Vaughn's daughter? The horror that dawns on Serah's face at the pieces falling into place is simply too genuine to be faked, wide-eyed and slowly blossoming over her expression.

She wants to ask a million questions but Rita asks her own and all Serah can do is slowly shake her head. ) I don't know.

( Either answer. ) I thought it was just a mistake, but...

( She shudders. The feeling of this being a trap presses down on her until it feels hard to breathe. )

No. Nothing that happens here is a mistake.

[ Which makes her slow heartbeat go a little faster. He's planning something. He's going to kill her.

She's got to get out. ]

( It has to be a trap, and Serah nods slowly in response, every movement feeling unnatural with the way her mind spins and tells her to be terrified, to not trust a single part of this city. That Caius will come for her soon, or maybe just leave her here like this, scared and parted from Noel and Mog, with no hope of saving Lightning or Snow. )

You're right. This has to be deliberate.

( And they have to find a way out. A tear in time, or something. )

[ Her fears confirmed, Rita shudders. ]

If you see a soldier-- kill me. Don't let them do it.

[ Don't give Vaughn the satisfaction of being in control. ]

I--

( She's never been asked such a thing before. She's hunted and killed monsters, defended herself against things which have attacked, but never been asked to kill someone before.

The shaking, the terror which doesn't seem to have left her since she stumbled out of the house, seems to stop. She can't kill someone, not if they aren't fighting back. Not when she's been told to travel through time and save the future, the people. She doesn't have her bow but she should still have her magic, right? Caius can't take that away. )

No. If they come... I'll fight.

[ What the fuck. ]

They have guns.

[ And if they kill Serah, they can get to Rita. ]

Just do it, okay? I don't want Vaughn to feel like he's in control of me anymore.

( Well... The PSICOM troops had guns too, and her sister, Snow, everyone managed to survive that. She can do it too, right? And she so doesn't want to do this. )

... How long do you think we have?

( It can't be that long, right? If they're being hunted? )

Minutes at most.

[ Rita thinks she hears someone, jumps a little, turning in the direction of the sound. Or is it just this fucking flu? ]

We can't stay here.

( Maybe Serah's just going crazy or maybe Rita really did hear something, but it's like rubble falling to the floor, or wooden floorboards creaking and that's enough to make Serah wide-eyed and scared again. )

Y-You're right.

( Breathe, Serah. Breathe... )

We should split up.

( She hopes this will work. )

If you go to the river, I'll lead them to the Coliseum.

[ You know what's not cool? How panic feeds off panic. The little bit of respite she'd found with Serah evaporates under this new direction their conversation has taken. ]

Yeah. [ Whatever, as long as they don't kill her.

And... she kind of hopes they don't kill Serah either. ]

Got it. [ Rita moves towards one of the exits -- crack in the wall. She peeks out, looking up and down the street. ] All clear.

[ The words are whispered. It's so dangerous right now. There's no more time to linger. She glances at Serah one more time, and then she takes off at a run towards the river. ]

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