hadriel_logs | Event Log: Dead Men Walking

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Event Log: Dead Men Walking

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Dead Men Walking event!
Where: All around the city
When: September 14th-September 20th
Warnings: Zombies. Walkers. The Infected. Zeds. The undead. Risen.

Everything seems more or less normal in Hadriel on the 14th - at least at first. But wait, who's that over there? Why are they walking so weird? Are they feeling okay? Wow, did they just try to bite you? Oh shit, you might've seen a movie like this before. That was definitely a zombie.

But hey, it's no big deal. A few zombies here and there are pretty easy to avoid, especially when you can outrun them without too much trouble. They're only really dangerous if they're fast or if there are a lot of them, and they sure aren't fast! Only - well, before long, there are a lot of them. You can hardly go outside without running into one, and mobs form quickly. Went out for supplies? Let's hope they didn't follow you - you might get stuck in that shop, mobile corpses pounding on the door. Oh, and don't stand too close to the windows of your house. They'll be more than happy to smash the glass trying to get you.

Don't worry, though! A hard blow to the head will take these zombies out, and you'll be sitting pretty, as long as none of them bite you. None of them bit you... right? Wow, what a relief. We're all glad you're not concealing a life-threatening zombie bite from your friends! Who would do that, anyway? Now if you can manage that until the 20th, you'll be safe and sound as the zombies shamble out of the city. Hopefully you won't be shambling with them.

► This log covers September 14th-September 20th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
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► If you join the zombie party, please let us know here!

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city streets;

[Emotions are complex and difficult enough for him to process without having additional spanners thrown into the mix, thanks. Sans is just now adjusting to the fact that he cares about certain people and doesn't want them to die or worse, and he does not need extra weight on top of everything else.

Extra weight such as running for his goddamn life, for instance. We're being purely hypothetical here, of course. Sans does not run. He occasionally calls people to ask if their refrigerator or their nose is running, but the monster himself is about as action-averse as one can possibly be.

So what he is doing, instead, is walking. Walking in a zig-zagging pattern and very fixedly not looking at the shambling mass of things behind him that are rapidly gaining ground. Watch closely, now - if you blink, you might find that he's abruptly several meters ahead of the horde that was surely about to chomp down on his femur a half-second ago.

Either way, he's starting to look a little worn to the bone, if the sweat starting to run down his skull is any indication. A guy can only keep up this cat-and-mouse routine for so long before it gets unsustainable, and Sans is fast approaching his limit.]

shop, empty building, spire, etc.;

At some point, or maybe several points, he makes it to a spot that's not under immediate threat of being caved in by a mass of dead flesh and hungry chompers. And by "makes it," I definitely mean that he just kind of shows up without any sort of warning, simply popping into existence and nearly collapsing from the strain of it. Alll the shortcutting and half-measuring he's been doing since this shebang began has finally started to catch up to him, weariness creeping up his shinbones and sinking in marrow-deep.

"Just, uh," he says, oddly breathless for a monster that pretty acutely lacks lungs, "just gimme a minute, yeah? Pretty - pretty bone tired, heh."

He braces a hand against the nearest surface and/or person in the vicinity, the other draped across his patella as he tries not to double over.

[A. September 14-15]

The monsters here are pretty different from the thugs and gangsters Firo’s used to scrapping with back home. They’re less predictable, less provoked by trash talk, and sometimes they have better weapons. Over time, he’s learned how to deal with a lot of them.

Any random passerby could probably tell right away, though, that he doesn’t have a damn clue about how to fight a zombie.

He’s squaring off with one on one of the sidestreets. Firo socks it in the face dangerously close to its mouth. He narrowly avoids its teeth grazing his knuckles, but he doesn’t seem to notice. His foot slams into its rotten leg, and, as it falls, he kicks it in the head. That seems to slow it down, but its mouth is still snapping at the air.

He nudges the fallen zombie with the toe of his shoe. “The hell is this thing?”

[B. Any time, anywhere]

As he tends to do in times of great weirdness, Firo's making a circuit of the town to look for his friends. The bar and the armory are his first stops, and then he continues on to the temples. He hasn't yet bothered to get rid of the zombie goop on his hands and clothes, but he'll enthusiastically greet anyone he recognizes.

1. Running from zombies
[ kaneki knows what zombies are, if only because they are very popular in the media. Movies, TV series, books, manga, anime - he isn't a fan, but he knows about them. But he really didn't expect to ever see them beyond the media; to actually face one is very different.

Mostly because Kaneki didn't believe they were zombies at first, naturally. Sick people, maybe? Which he worries about at first, as he sees one stumbling about ]

Are you alri-

[ Kaneki doesn't have the time to finish, the man? Thing? Suddenly jumps on Kaneki, trying to bite his shoulder and he is hit with a sense of deja-vú. But at least he is a lot more capable than the last time someone tried to take a bite out of him: he swiftly moves and elbows the zombie in the gut, which is more than enough to push it away, and after Kaneki just.... runs.

What was that, whats was that, WHAT WAS THAT???? ]

2. Eating zombies ATT: CANNIBALISM and GORE
[ The first couple of meetings with the creatures went as well as expected. They attacked him, tried to bite him and Kaneki ran as he could. Only after he stopped for a moment and took a deep breathe to relax it hit him.

The smell.

It smelled good. All over the city, in fact; everywhere he turned, he could feel that sweet scent filling up the air and Kaneki knows what that scent means. Blood, flesh, meat, food. Not the normal kind, no, but human's. Some of it might certainly be rotten, but a ghoul isn't surprisingly picky (unless you are the Gourmet). And with the scent going through his nostrils and filling up every of his senses, Kaneki comes to realize just how hungry he truly is. He avoids eating a lot, but in Hadriel, because Kaneki is alone and doesn't have any support from any other ghoul, he always allows himself to reach the very brink of starvation before he gives in and finally eats. And that will prove to be a huge mistake now because the moment he realizes how truly hunger he is, Kaneki gives in.

Instincts take over, his left eye reacts and turns black and red, red veins surround it, and Kaneki is practically drooling.

he is so hungry.

So so so SO hungry.

Kaneki has to eat, it smells so good. And so the ghoul steps out of his hiding place and follows the strongest scent he can find, which belongs to a zombie who as a large cut on its abdomen and its guts just dangling there, as if inviting the ghoul in. The zombie turns to Kaneki and, of course, follows after him, but even when it grabs Kaneki and tries to bite his arm, the teeth can't sink into the sturdy skin - it continues insisting, though; zombies aren't intelligent creatures.

But this is Kaneki's turn, now. Like a vicious animal, he suddenly sinks his teeth into the zombie's collarbone; a disgusting crack can be heard as Kaneki's teeth break the bone, and after he pulls away to swallow, with a satisfied sound, bringing along flesh, muscle, blood and bone. He isn't done yet, because as he dives in for a second bite, his hand sinks into the zombie's stomach to pull out more of its organs.

Ghouls are so messy. ]

3. Attacking zombies
[ Once he is fed, kaneki is back to normal. Which is... a very shaken boy who totally did NOT want to eat zombies, but that was a thing that happened. But not all is bad because being fed allows Kaneki a lot more than he's willing to admit: power, strength and control.

Zombies are starting to form hordes and that seems to be difficult to deal with, even if Kaneki can't really get hurt or (apparently) infected by the walking dead. And though kaneki is trying to avoid them, it's not always possible; as he leaves his house to find water, Kaneki is suddenly faced with zombies from every corner. At first he fights them with fists, pushes, kicks - and they work quite well thanks to his super strength. But when so many grab him, tug him, pull him and pretty much fall on top of him, the boy can't escape as easily.]

No, no- get off, get off- [ panic settles, naturally. He can't escape them, and that's when he realizes that he's doing it all wrong.

he is a ghoul, he is the predator here. The zombies aren't strong enough to ever deal with him. And thanks to having fed, things are much easier. Kaneki grunts and gets up, even if an undead is munching on his cheek at this point, and that's when his left eye turns black and red and from his lower back three red scaled tentacles emerge, pushing all the zombies aside.

At first. Because as Kaneki looks at them, those huge things suddenly lash out and cut every single undead trying to grab kaneki; he cuts them in half, cuts their limbs, cuts their heads and it's a huge mess. Again.

Ghouls are SO messy. ]

4. Protecting from zombies
[ With strength and a pretty deadly weapon on his side, kaneki actually decided to help whoever he can. Killing is something he doesn't want to do, he hates doing, but these are mindless zombies who probably fall under the "monster" category (like all the monsters that lurk within the tunnels) and right now? he feels like he has to save whoever he can from them. Kaneki has always felt so damn week, but he CAN fight the zombies, he CAN help and he is NOT worthless, pathetic and weak. Not now.

So his objective is to find anyone who needs help and kill off the zombies before they make any more damage. So he might be the hero you need (even if not the hero you want, probably). ]

5. Hoarding zombies
[ At the end of everything, there were so many bodies left. There was so much blood and guts, and yet zombies all left, as quick as they arrived. That probably means cleaning up the streets to get rid of the bodies, but Kaneki isn't all that focused on getting rid of them.

if someone bothers to watch Kaneki for a bit, they will notice he isn't exactly grabbing the bodies to clean up the streets; he is indeed pilling them up , but once he has a big enough pile, he starts picking among the body parts he has found. He is searching for what's fresher, what has more meat, and what he can carry without too much suspicion.

Though, anyone doing what he is doing right now is suspicious already... ]

1. Prayer - Open!

OOC: If your character prays during the course of this event, Cas can hear them! So if you'd like to instigate a thread with him that way, feel free to drop him a prayer here!

2. Clinic - Open!

[ The place was a mess. That wasn't surprising, really, considering that not long ago someone had had a limb removed, right here in this room, but there really had been no accounting for the amount of blood that would spill as a result of it. And there was a great deal; a great deal of it, everywhere.

Even angels occasionally needed to clean things up with sponges and buckets, the water no less murky and pink now than it had been the very first time he'd squeezed his sponge out in it. Wrinkling his nose, Castiel kept working, one eye on the door, wary that at any moment someone else might be making a bee-line to the clinic in order to get help, or worse, to have a limb hacked off. It wasn't, to be fair, something that Castiel was in a hurry to witness again.

Making one last sweep of the floor with his sponge, the angel gave up, heaving himself back up to his feet so that he could go and change the water. It would take a while, but given that he wasn't eager to head back out onto the streets, either, he was willing to take as long as it took. Carefully, and slowly, so as not to spill any pink water elsewhere, he tipped his bucket out into the basin, and began to fill it again. ]

OOC: Open for all sorts of clinic threads! Come in injured, or bitten, or else help him with the floor, or watch and chat with him, even ask for his help to board up the windows!

3. Killing Floor - Open!

[ They were slow, but there was still something efficient about persistent shuffling, the way that it turned into something inevitable from moment to moment, a never halting stream of bodies that by the day would grow from a scattered few into a heaving crowd. They followed, doggedly, and so the best way to kill them was to take advantage of that, to guide them slowly down passages and into traps, where they could be dispatched more easily.

Castiel made good bait. If he got into trouble, or found himself cornered, he could fly away safely enough, put space between himself and the lethal dead. He was still a tentative killer, nervous of himself and afraid of striking down anything that looked as human as these creatures did, and so largely he left the knifework to others.

But that, in any case, would be why he was moving through the streets of Hadriel followed by a thicket of creatures, walking at their pace and occasionally a little faster, when it merited it, and turning back to goad the creatures into following him--which was all well and good, unless anyone decided to interfere, or cause a distraction. The worst possible thing, in any event, would be if part of the host broke away, to pursue someone else. Then Cas would have to intervene; would have to kill, and rescue, when that hadn't been the plan at all.

If not--well, he hoped he led the monsters as far as the trap. Others were waiting to dispatch them, after all. ]

OOC: Open for unhelpful helpers, people who need rescuing or people who are waiting at the trap to kill the zombies he's leading that way.

4. Holed Up - Later in the event - Open!

[ Nowhere was safe any more. That was the simple fact of the matter. Zombies thrived in every corner of the city, like an unending floor, which meant that there was nowhere in particular that was any safer to hide in, nowhere in particular that was any better at keeping them out. Castiel could run, he could even take people with him, but if there was nowhere where it was safer to take them, then the best option was just to nest down and stay put.

Not that he wasn't restless in his own right. If these creatures stayed, which was always possible, if not at least probable, then they would have to be killed in order to clear the city streets, but nothing it had seemed that they'd done so far had seemed to have any effect. The numbers had spiraled upward, people were afraid, their hope dwindling, their food supplies perhaps stretched, or inaccessible.

At least an angel could go and find food without having to take any of the boards off the doors. At least an angel is decent company, for a game of cards, or a conversation. At least an angel doesn't eat any of your precious food.

But he can be very quiet, as well, sitting and watching the heaving crowd lolloping past in the street outside through a small crack in the window, his heart heavy with uncertainty. ]

OOC: Characters can be trapped inside with him or fighting their way through the crowd to get inside!

5. Wildcard/Other - Semi-Open, pm me!

1. City streets | Open]

[Chara had, over the course of their life, heard different suggestions from many different people. One of which was to do an activity that they may like. Walks weren't the first thing that came to mind but with the knowledge they couldn't gain any EXP - bar one person but ha, if that'll work - they had to try something.

So walks it was. This place carried a sort of familiarity with being underground and all that. What it didn't carry was someone shuffling closer and closer to the child. For a moment Chara thought it was someone from other world as they came from places stranger from the Underground. But it lunges, reaching for them, mouth open and Chara does what any strong, independent child of their age would do: slash that thing across the stomach with the Real Knife.

It doesn't go up in dust. They expected that as most things seemed to bleed nowadays. What they don't expect is for it to keep going, even with its guts hanging out, and lunge again. Chara ducks, eating the dirt before trying another slash. Nothing and oh, oh it's one of those things, wasn't it?

* This is beginning to sound like the start of a bad horror film.

But they have something more important in mind and pick themselves up quickly before taking off in the direction of the Spires. They'll probably pick up a few new friends along the way, so hopefully they don't make a wrong turn. For them, Chara needed to find Frisk and get to their apartment.]

2. Spires | Closed to Frisk]

[A few days have gone by and things have only gotten worse with the new population that was moving in. Fortunately, The pair of them lived on the sixth floor so unless the zombies discover the ability to climb, all it took was baring the door and trying to be as quiet as possible.

But it was inevitable that they started running out of food. The view from this height showed how many zombies were kicking around and Chara had been listening to the shuffling of feet like when they listened for anyone still alive in the Underground. But this wasn't the Underground and if it was anything like the movies then getting bitten by one of them would end badly.

And all that was between them and the zombies was a door barricaded with whatever they had on hand.

So they go to Frisk as quietly as possible. Even if they did not wind up leaving, Chara wanted to discuss possibilities.]

Frisk. We need to talk.

3. Wildcard!

Rounding a corner, there's definitely one recognizable smiling face out and about. Sato is in the middle of being mobbed by a handful of zombies and, as far as anyone can tell from his expression... seems to be genuinely enjoying himself. He kicks one back, but as he turns to bury the machete in the next one's head, a third lunges for him and sinks its teeth into his upper arm, while another that he'd kicked down earlier grabs a leg and starts tearing at a pant leg, eager to rip into flesh.

Catching sight of the movement out of the corner of his eye, he turns his head long enough to see how many more he's picked up and... oh. It's just Firo.

Unfortunately, with a couple of them still latched on he really doesn't have hand free to wave. "Good afternoon!" he calls out happily, starting to hack at the one on his arm.

[ There was really no effort made to push Sans away, when he leant against him. It was odd to have his space invaded that way, by a stranger, and yet Cas didn't resist it, instead simply concerned about Sans, tilting his head to look down at him.

And to his credit, the spontaneous appearance hadn't so much as made him bat an eyelash, either. Not surprising, considering it was in his own skillset. ]

Are you...okay?

[So this could be going better. It could be going worse, but it could be going better, too. He's barely keepin' ahead of the slavering horde of things at his heels, and then he turns a corner and wonder of all wonders, who should be standing across from him but Kid Number Two, pursued by their own complement of groaning, putrefying things.

Probably shouldn't think of them in such clinical terms, huh. Shame - he already knows they can't be reasoned with.

The sweat's pouring off his skull already, but he's not at his limit yet. Nah, that comes later, he's pretty sure. It ain't even the eleventh hour.

It's reflexive and abrupt, and there's no indication of any effort on his part other than the incremental narrowing of his eyesockets. A line of bones springs out of one of the nearby buildings and knocks a couple of the shuffling things off-track, sending them bumbling into each other rather than closing on the kid.

Even that much is almost enough to send him dropping onto his knees, more beads of sweat slipping down the contours of his skull.

Yep. Yep. Today's already a good day.]

Watch your six, kid.

[Uh, wow. Wow. He just kinda crashed right into the guy. The guy whose...name is kinda escaping him, but that's fine, lots of people's names are escaping him, ha-ha, what's a name anyway?

He's getting off track. The lines in Sans's eyesockets dilate and then shrink in the same instant.]

Yep, [he says, totally unconvincingly, swaying back until his back thunks dully against the nearest wall.] Yep, 'm fine. Just really kinda...gotta catch my breath.

[He makes a sloppy, spinning gesture with one phalanx.]

That was...a joke. Get it? 'Cause I don't have...lungs...

I get it.

[ Strange time for a joke, but he's used to that as well. ]

It's okay, it's safe here. You can rest for as long as you need.

[ He steps after him, very carefully. It's odd, he thinks, to see a skeleton truly overwhelmed, sweating. Truly strange. Perhaps no stranger than an angel, or a horde of the undead. ]

Is there anything I can get you? I have some water.

[Yeah, things could be going a whole lot better. Chara had been coming to the rapid conclusion that if this was truly like one of those stupid zombie movies then a shot to the brains was what it took to kill them. As useful as it was...their knife was useless.

They needed to rectify that as soon as possible.

But they're jarred out of their thoughts of where Frisk could be and ways of killing these creatures that didn't involve setting the city on fire when those bones shoot out of the buildings and swipes their chasers off their feet. Easily. His opening attack is turning your SOUL blue, slammed down. Jump to avoid the bones and follow the wave. Blaster order is square, cross, square and then right through the center. Middle, up, middle, up. "Stand there and take it" with blue SOUL, bones and small jumps. Timespace is--

* This isn't a good use of your time, you know.

Chara makes a sharp turn while they're still down and heads towards where Sans is. The Real Knife is covered in blood but the blade is still as shiny as ever.]

You look a little blue there. Are you feeling alright Sans?

[Peachy as ever, even with the dead walking. That's them, isn't it?]

STREETS. open!!! (14th-17th)

[ Zombies. Zombies are so much cooler in the movies, aren't they?

Either way, Dean is out and about kicking ass, taking charge, and taking names. Despite the fact that he already blew through most of his ammo already, one of the perks of being so utterly attached an angel (shut up he is not using that word, you cannot make him), is that Dean's got Cas' angel blade and he might be kind of running amok. Granted, he's not one to believe that he's running himself ragged after damn near every zombie he lays his eyes upon, but Dean is keeping busy.

Even more than that, he's trying to usher away just about... well, everyone. Maybe one or two people could get away with walking on by (here's lookin' at you Sandor) without Dean taking much concern, but he's trying to usher people in directions that aren't in front of zombies wandering gaits, no matter how slow they may or may not be going. The point is, he's trying to keep people out of harms way. Are you one of those people? Feel free to be one of those people that Dean is manhandling towards the nearest shelter, pushing rather steadily to make sure you don't get your face eaten off.

Or are instead you one of those people that sees Dean go all rage monster and take out three or four of the fuckers at a time? In fact, he may be even Rage's blessing without being fully aware of it. Or maybe the Mark of Cain's just taking advantage of this whole thing (it probably is, too), which is perhaps why if you get a little too close once he's done taking care of business, he might turn a stick an angel blade in your face.

Surprise. ]

STREETS. closed to steve!!! (17th)

[ Dean's been going pretty much full tilt since this whole thing started. And while he's been doing his best to keep everyone out of the way, he couldn't convince himself to kick Steve to the curb. Maybe he should have, maybe he should've sent him back to somewhere non-zombie-ridden but who the fuck was he to keep someone out of the game? Hell, he'd nearly helped little kids go after monsters at this point in his life, been the bad influence a hundred times over.

Besides, Steve's an adult. Wasn't his business what he decided to do, and besides- they were kind of making a pretty good tag team. It wasn't cooling Dean's jets any and he told himself he could go all night long if they needed to, but Steve was poppin' the zombies once more once they were down just to make sure they stayed that way and Dean could rest a little easier in that they were doing everything they could possibly do. ]

This is the part where I ask if we've got 'em all, yet.

[ That's supposed to be a joke. Or something. Because you never have all the damn zombies, not ever, but he flashes a look over at Steve and then back up again, listening for the sliding sound of footsteps. ]

SPIRE ONE...ish. closed to cas!!! (18th)

[ Rage's blessing was, in part, a blessing in disguise. Dean had tripped sometime earlier while running forward, meaning to meet a group of zombie's head on, had crashlanded into the glass from a broken window and marred his hands worse than he was sure he'd ever done before. But it didn't hurt, and the severe lack of pain flew to his brain like nobody's business, making it a hundred times easier to pick up and run, to slash and hack and plunge into the throats of any zombies in his vicinity. At one point there was even a scuffle between he and a particularly feisty zombie; it had lunged forward, teeth clicking, made a grab and Dean had wrenched back and away.

Or he thought he had. An elbow to the face, a blade in the brain, everything was fine.

But it didn't mean he wasn't bleeding.

All Dean was aware of was the blood dripping in a steady flow from his palms, and scrubbing his hands off on his shirt did nothing but blossom more blood to the surface almost immediately. It rolled from his fingertips and dripped past his wrists and it was one huge fuckign mess, but he didn't feel it. At least until he heaved a breath, the adrenaline starting to leak away from his veins, and then the pain rushed in, stinging furiously, making him grit his teeth. It made the burning across his collar something nearly imperceptible, from where the teeth of the earlier zombie had connected, had left behind a print of chompers. But Dean wasn't aware of that, no, right now he just needed a little of Cas' mojo so he could keep going. ]

Cas? [ He lifted his chin a bit, looked up and glanced around- ] You hear me?

Edited 2016-09-14 20:47 (UTC)

[His eyesockets shutter as he strains to keep them open. Blipping all over the damn city has made it near-impossible to get a bead on where he might've ended up. All he knows is that the hasn't got any chompers on his tailbone.]

Nah, that - that goes right on through me. [He laughs, weakly. Another joke.] We're - we're set here, right? None of 'em can get in?

[Yep, they've been goin' to town on the things, hacking and slashing like there's no tomorrow. Might not be one, if one of those chompers gets its teeth in them. He's got no idea what the rules are for this little kerfuffle.

Kid's reaction time is impressive. It'd have to be, all things considered. He can almost see the arcs and trajectories of their leaps, clearing hurdle after hurdle of KR-soaked bones, jutting from the ground like bars. He'd charted those attacks so carefully. Sine waves of the things, plotted and outlined.

He'd had an awful lot of time to think about the best way to stop the anomaly. An awful lot of time, and no other way to spend it.]

Could ask you the same question, kiddo.

[He feels one of them reaching for his shoulder with fingers that are fraying at the ends. He sends a fence of ulnas springing through it, pinning it to the spot.]

[ When Dean called, Castiel always always came running, was willing and quick, unprepared to let even a moment pass--so long as he was disposed to come, so long as he wasn't busy, or trapped, or in trouble himself. So long as he wasn't guilty about some such thing. His responsibilities and loyalty to Dean, however, had changed somewhat in the past two months, and so he didn't hesitate even for a moment. He took wing.

A moment later he was standing just behind Dean, not too far away, just naturally out of his line of sight. Dean turned to face him, and Castiel smiled, if only for half a second. Dean was injured, bleeding. No wonder he was calling for help.

He stepped forward immediately, looking around at the bodies that Dean had left at his feet. He moved closer, just as fast as he could, and he reached up to touch Dean's jaw, concerned for him, and fiercely protective.

His healing power spread from his fingertips, without even a breath of question. He didn't wait for permission, but even as he healed Dean's wounds, he felt something pushing back against him, rejecting his efforts, a taint that was spreading out underneath the surface. It was agitating the Mark, as well, its darkness roiling dangerously. ]

Dean. You've been hurt. Why didn't you call me sooner?

[Like pins through a bug. It could be considered a morbid thought towards something that may have been human but hey, it's not like their thoughts aren't always like that. Hadn't thought of themselves the same when on the receiving end of an attack like this. They'd feel sympathetic if there was any left in them. As it was, Chara just stabs the thing in the head.

They don't bother to watch and see if it actually does it and yanks the blade out. There were more approaching as the ones Sans knocked over that had been chasing Chara had finally re-organized themselves.]

I feel obliged to suggest that this is not a good place for a nap. Unless you wish to see if you can be eaten.

[Because it's easier to throw out taunts than actually help Sans up. Business as usual.]

(at the start of the event) Shops:

[ So there were flesh eating dead people walking around now, huh? Shame Tina hadn't the time to actually make or improve any weapons specially for the occasion! What she had been able to do however, was make a few, rather crude traps to protect the store she'd managed to barricade herself inside of.

When I say crude, I mean crude. Such as the Viet Cong rolling trap , the Apache foot trap and finally her favourite, The Medieval mace trap!

Standing on a shoddily made ledge, propped out from one of the higher store windows, Tina lent forwards, looking on at all the undead she'd so far managed to tangle on her traps. Instead of going down and clearing them off, she simply dropped a few homemade Molotov cocktails down upon their heads from time to time, wait for them to burn to a crisp, then bashed at their corpses untill they were nothing but dust and ash on the ground. ]

Roll up! Roll up! Zombie folk alike! Come and play at Tina's carnival of pain!

[ Someone was having far too much fun. ]

(mid-event) Tea Party:

[ Tina had yet to realise she was able to claim a home of her own, or at least share a living space with some of her fellow residence. As such, she'd been living inside an abandoned store Sans had helped her ~~break into~~ gain access to. If you happened to be walking past said store, you'd probably notice the ghastly smell coming out from inside of it. ]

Would you be so kind~♪ as to pass the sugar, Professor Guts n butts?

[ Addressing a rather messed up zombie she'd strapped to a chair with plastic ties and duct tap. It's stomach slashed open, guts and coagulated blood decorating his lower abdomen, legs and the floor. Tina had shoved a monocle made from a broken milk bottle, around one of it's eyes, pinned on a cardboard moustache and rammed Doctoral hat she's fashioned from an old tin can, charred black and held in place with a spiked rod ( not so deep into the zombies head that she'd killed it thought. A dead guest is a bad guest!) ]

So, tell me Mister Ate-his-wife, how long have you and the Missus been together? More tea, Gloria~♪?

[ Talking to the next zombie sat at the table. This one's jaw was broken and dangling from a thread of rotten flesh. The wife she was offering tea to tied to his side, covered in bite marks and wearing matching rings, Tina had assumed they were husband and wife and so from now on they would be. Leaning over the table, pouring tea into her three guests cups, nodding her head as if actually listening to their moans and groaning. ]

Oh really? How very interesting, prey tell more.

[ Using her dressy voice, the one she'd use when in her element! She'd not had the chance to host a tea party here yet, seeing as she didn't really know anyone- but as she hears the door creek open, Tina quirks her brow and turns to face you. ]

Do come in~♪ There's plenty of room for late guests!

(at the peak of the event) Swarmed!:

Um okay y'all are getting WAY TOO FRISK! Back! Back I say!

[ Tina had found herself in a bit of a predicament. Having dangled and dropped down from her makeshift ledge to scavenge some more supplies, so that she wasn't using up all of the ammunition she'd arrived with, she's managed to wind up getting herself cornered without so much as a pointed stick to fend off the flesh eaters with. what's worse is that just out of reach, sat propped up against said ledge are her Bunny Rabbit suicide dolls... What a shame she can't reach them.

For possibly one of the first times in her short life, Tina was feeling as though this was going to end badly. Normally she'd be away from the danger, held up in her workshop making weapons and items to deal with situations such as this. Oh, if only she had her Badonkadonks remote controls on her instead of having left them on the ledge up there. Oh dear. ]

If anyone can hear me HELP! GURL NEEDS DAT BADONKADONK LIKE NOW!

Do I look like I'm nappin'?

[There's a couple other pointed - hah - remarks he could be dispensing, but now ain't really the time or the place. And based on the fact that they evidently care a lot, a whole lot, for Frisk, who cares about 'em in turn -

LV 20 isn't insurmountable. It must not be. Granted, he's not clear as to the extent of how much they care for the other kid, whether they'd just turn around and let 'em die, but he's willing to bet that there's something there.

A glimmer of a good person, right?]

But nah, actually, I was just on my way outta here. Or where I thought was outta here.

[Now they just get to both deal with each others' respective undead hordes, and ain't that fun?]

Nothing can get in. Except you and me, apparently. But it's secure. Please relax. You're safe. And if we needed to leave in a hurry, I am capable of taking us to safety.

[ Castiel comes to crouch beside him, almost encouraging Sans to settle back down as well. There was no need to rush off, the doors were barricaded. ]

What...um. What do you call a bee that never dies?

[For about thirty seconds his mind struggles to grasp the concept of "you're safe" and align it with "please relax" and continuously fails, until finally he just slowly lets gravity take things under consideration as it always does, abandons himself to that unforgiving press and draw of things towards the Earth's crust, and slide down the wall, slippershod feet stuck out awkwardly in front of him.

One eyesocket cracks open and focuses on the angel hazily as it occurs to him that he must be telling a joke.]

...I dunno. What?

[ Dean didn't have to wait too long for Cas to make an appearance, something that he was both thankful for and kind of endeared to. Considering how long it had seemed, at times, that Cas was so insistent on hiding when he called, while other times he still tried his hardest despite all animosities between them. At times there was a push and pull to his appearances, and now to see him show up so easily--

Okay, so it was nice. Sue him. Not that he didn't think he would, but even so.

Cas was over in a blink of an eye and Dean stood, looking a little dumbly down at the angel as he took his jaw against his palm. He was completely unaware as to the crawl beneath his own skin of something murkier in an entirely different way from the Mark, more preoccupied with the pain from his palms than anything else. Though his focus still remained elsewhere when Cas began to speak, trying to come up with an explanation from the way he'd seen things. ]

I mean, I was kinda in the middle of things, Cas- [ but that wasn't the real answer to the question. ] Didn't notice it. I'm talkin', I went Terminator there for a minute, Mark's never done that before.

Early in the event (14th-16th or so)

It took her a few minutes to put things together. There were two people, and for a moment she just assumed they needed help. New people had just arrived, and who knows, maybe these two went into the tunnels...

But then they turn to her and one is missing their face and as they shamble towards her they simply groan.

"You've got to be kidding." Did Fear watch a Day of the Dead marathon? She hesitates, as if they might change their mind, but as the first gets too close for comfort she buries her sword in the zombie's head and flees.

As more pour in

She didn't let the zombies keep her inside. But then the next time she left there were more of them than there had been and she has to take cover in the back of a shop, out of sight of the window while she catches her breath and tries to figure out what to do.

Holed Up

Jo knew she didn't need food or sleep, thanks to the blessing she had received from Delight. That was coming in handy when resources were limited and she wanted to make sure others had what they needed.

Plus she didn't feel like sleeping, not knowing those things were out there. The apartment spire didn't feel extraordinarily safe. She spent a lot of time going up the stairs to check on Dean and Sam, or just sitting with her door cracked open to watch the stairs as well.

[Jo didn't try to go with the angel on his excursions, mostly because he didn't need someone else to worry about.

But she did sit up with him, and make sure the others ate instead of both of them.]

You okay?

Firo knows he shouldn't be surprised. He knows this, but still he stops in his tracks and stares in disbelief.

"You call this a good afternoon?!" Considering this is the guy who was okay with letting himself be butchered... maybe he does.

Still, Firo figures he should do something. Knife drawn, he marches over to Sato 'n pals and plunges his blade into the neck of the nearest zombie. It's not a fan of that and starts trying to chomp on him instead. Great.

"I don't know if this is your idea of fun, but it's not gonna be fun for me to watch you get torn apart."

Terminator?

[ He didn't get the reference, and it took apart the rest of the explanation a little. Even so, he stroked his hand back from Dean's jaw to the wound to his throat, not healed despite his efforts. It was a blunt graze, unrecognizable, but no amount of his grace seemed to change it. His healing powers had been acting up, the last few days, and he was afraid. It frightened him.

But his concerns? His fears? He'd keep those to himself, at least for a little longer. He didn't want to worry Dean unnecessarily, and this... This was worrying, the very worst kind of worrying. It might have shown in his expression, the way his brow furrowed, his eyes finding Dean's even as they chased downward all over again. He reached for Dean's hands to take those instead. ]

You don't think it was the Mark? What did it feel like?

Edited 2016-09-14 21:55 (UTC)

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Event Log: Dead Men Walking

sans | ota, will match format

Firo Prochainezo | ota, any format

Ken Kaneki | cw; cannibalism

Castiel - SPN - OTA all through the event!

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B: 16th-ish

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dean winchester | open from 14th-17th

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18th!

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Tiny Tina | OPEN

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Jo Harvelle | OTA | Will match format

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