Event | Turtle Dive | January 20 - 23 | Underwater zombies crave your briiiiiines

[ironwood]

Characters: Any and all PCs
Date: January 20th - 23rd
Location: All Sectors
Situation: Tu Vishan continues swimming along the ocean floor after his monumental dive, but it turns out there are a whole bunch of undead that want in on the party!
Warnings/Rating: Underwater situations, violence, potential gore; to be updated as noted.

>See the comments of this post for various situations and areas available for tagging.
>Each header will be set for a date and/or area.
>Feel free to start your own header for specific situations.
>The Palace subplot will be run in a separate log.
>Refer to the two OOC posts for further details. 01 | 02

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AHAHA

[agentdork]

[ He laughs, a soft, uneven, rough thing that catches awkwardly in his throat, and knocks his shot against North's gently. ]

Probably the only way she'd let us.

[bothbarrels]

[ He musters a ghost of a smile and knocks the shot back. There's a slight warmth beginning to make itself known and he's glad to to notice the drink taking effect. Maybe it'll help them to relax, release some of the tension around this. It's not easy having to tell your best friend you just killed his girlfriend, no matter how much it was to save her from something worse. ]

You want to take this to the couch?

[idkmybffcyclops]

Lookin' for a place to wait this shit out.

[Logan's not interested in fighting. He just wants a little peace and quiet. Can he go 24 hours where nothing tries to kill him?]

Things swarmed my suite.

[agentdork]

Probably best.

[ York sips his next one and makes his way to the couch, and presses his shoulder tight to North's when he settles in, pouring them new glasses but not drinking right away. ]

I don't-- think it's hit yet.

[bothbarrels]

It takes time.

[ The image still runs through his mind and he closes his eyes briefly, a short huff of breath issuing from his nose, as he passes his hand over his hair. There's a hesitation before he reaches for his glass, just holding it for now, holding it at the ready for his next drink. ]

[agentdork]

It's-- weird, though.

[ York isn't sure if he's talking at North or to him, curling around his glass. ]

D and I couldn't do anything after everything that happened - even with Carolina, I got--

[ No. No, articulating this just isn't a good idea.

York takes another drink, coughing faintly as it burns the whole way down, and drags a hand over his face. ]

[bothbarrels]

[ Everything seems to go back to the breakdown of the Project with them. He drinks when York does, eyeing his glass, turning it to swirl the dregs around the borders. ]

No, I-- I understand. Even though I got South out of there, sometimes it--sometimes...

[ what is he supposed to say, that South was a burden to him? That he had to stick his neck out for her time and again even more than he'd ever had to before? He shook his head, almost more of a twitch. Tonight was about someone else, another situation altogether. ]

Kara died helping someone. That's-- that's what's important.

[cowled]

[Bruce nods in response to that but says nothing for the time being, casting his awareness out as far as he can. He's familiar enough with this city that he knows its noises, can pinpoint echoes and differentiate between the casual working din of an urban sprawl and the more sinister aspects thereof.

Working from the back of the crowd, he could theoretically slip away. Alternately, his communicator is in his pocket. Reinforcements are the literal press of a button away. And if he needed Clark--

Well, he could always yell for him. In the meantime, Bruce is hardly helpless. He has four thermite capsules sewn into the lining of his cuffs, enough to dispose of a baker's dozen of these creatures if he used them right, judged the circumstances exactly. There's a tripwire hidden in his belt, smoke pellets (ineffectual against these creatures, but they could provide him cover if he needed to fight) and a several ounces of explosives in the heel of one of his shoes. It's an inert material until properly primed, but he has a vial of the primer in his left breast pocket.

Shepard is the name of Miranda's commanding officer, and she wouldn't follow anyone less than worth it. So although Bruce doesn't like the idea of relying on someone else, he allots her a certain level of competency in all necessary contingency plans.

One of the kedan - just a child - stumbles, and Bruce stops to scoop her into his arms. There are six jiangshi behind them at a distance of three hundred meters. Seven-- no, eight ahead of them.

He hopes Shepard is as good as Miranda's faith.]

Your biotics. What can you do?

[tendnottoweep]

[ Natasha can't help but pop up to track the source of this commotion - and just stares for a moment as Raylan touches the torch to the alcohol and sets a whole chunk of the street ablaze. It's impressive, sure. It's also sending some of the retreating jiangshi straight toward her hiding place, which is not really going to hold up once they start tripping over her.

Well, so much for stealth. She touches her own torch to the pile of fuel-soaked wood and rises to her feet, tongues of flame lapping at her former hiding place as she steps out into full view of the jiangshi, arms spread in sardonic invitation.

They hardly need it. As soon as they spot her, the nearest pair come charging at her full-tilt; Natasha sidesteps the first neatly, kicking it into the blaze before she meets the second with her sword. ]

[emasculates]

I will escort you. Guide me.

[Yeah that's sort of an order.]

[emasculates]

Whether you are the 'sort' is irrelevant. When the circumstances arise, you fight or you die. It is not about preference. It is about survival.

[AND YOU BET SHE IS LECTURING YOU BECAUSE THAT ATTITUDE IS SO AGAINST HER MORALS OR SOMETHING GOSH.]

Pain does not endure. Push past it.

[But she does approve of that stick gathering, and after a moment she joins in the hunt.]

[emasculates]

There are reports of that happening all over Keeliai. Only the palace is impenetrable. I have been there once and it remains so by my last count.

[y u gotta run away from the fight tho, Logan. you've got claws.]

[tendnottoweep]

If I had to guess, I'd say the barrier isn't holding up anymore. At least this is all that's coming through so far... [ The undead she can fight. The massive expanse of ocean above them and on all sides... not so much.

The corpse that just fell... well, it doesn't quite get up. That would require more bones and muscles to be intact than currently are in this case. It does start moving toward them, and Natasha levels her gun at it without actually firing. ]

I think you should start moving toward your suite, Ms. Potts. I'll be right behind you.

[assworthsaving]

"Hey--" Drake rolls his eyes. It's just like her to go running off and, under better circumstances, he'd normally find that quality utterly attractive. But not right now- not with so many zombies around that can't be dealt with easily. And certainly not with her injured.

He doesn't waste a second and quickly catches up to her, standing side by side and giving her a pointed glare, admonishing her just a little.

"And you need to stay close. We're not getting separated again."

[tearsinnajar]

Running off? She'd call it taking initiative. There isn't time to linger with taking stock and hugging it out. They're not in the clear, not yet, so obviously someone had to get moving. With that in mind, she glares at him right back. "Then try to keep up."

[tendnottoweep]

Not if they're locked and barricaded...

[ Natasha sighs softly. She understands - if Clint were still here... That doesn't mean she's exactly pleased with the idea of fellow foreigners running around in this. There's only so many of them, and she'd rather not lose anyone. ]

Do you know where he is? He could be safe in his suite right now, so you going looking for him... may not be the best idea.

[assworthsaving]

He didn't want to stand around and hug it out, what he wants is for her to stay close. Especially considering just how easy it was to get separated in the first place. Drake flashes her an incredulous look, the pitch of his voice raising just slightly.

"I am keeping up, you ran off." So he moves ahead of her, taking point and keeping his gun out. Bullets may not work on these zombies, but it slowed them down.

[tearsinnajar]

It's her turn to roll her eyes and mutter something under her breath about male pride as he takes point. However, she does feel at ease with him in the lead; he still has more experience with this sort of thing than she does, not to mention a better reaction time. Sticking close, she strains her ears to make out the sounds of the approaching undead, and tries to mentally map out the best route to take to safety.

[assworthsaving]

It wouldn't do them any good to go waltzing into a herd of zombies, so extra caution is being exercised. Were these any other zombies there would be less hesitation. When he finally nears a corner he presses his back against the wall, peering around it and keeping his ears sharp for what his eyes can't see.

"Through here." And he takes them down one of two paths available. Luckily he knows the way to the palace, having spent much of his free time mapping out the place.

[tearsinnajar]

Her footsteps are light as she takes the path indicated. Even her breath is light and shallow, as she wishes not to make any noise. Avoiding the living she could handle; but these things weren't natural—who knew if they had extra sensitive hearing, or something to that effect? She can't help but check over her shoulder to make sure that they haven't been followed. A little paranoia goes a long way, sometimes.

[assworthsaving]

It carries on like this for a while longer- the silence, save their own light footsteps, the only thing audible for some time. Likely the noise from others in the distance were providing ample distraction and keeping the zombies from closing in on them. But it's not long before Drake hears something and stops, placing his arm in front so that she would do the same.

"Did you hear that?" he croaks after a couple of seconds, voice barely above a whisper. It had sounded like raw meat hitting pavement, but of course there is nothing now.

[tearsinnajar]

"Hear what," she replies, her own voice a hushed whisper. She hadn't been able to make out anything from the ambient sounds of the city in turmoil, but her eyes are darting around, looking for an escape route regardless.

[withoutaworld]

[ She shrugs. ] A few scrapes and bruises, but I'm still okay to run and not turning into a zombie any time soon.

What about you? [ Pause. ] You, um... You need help getting back to your place or something? At least to get some new shoes?

[assworthsaving]

Nothing. The sound still hasn't repeated itself, but he knows what he heard. Inching slowly, carefully, against the wall in the direction he thinks it came from, he attempts to seek it out. Because it's better to get the jump on it before it surprises them. But there's nothing around the corner that he eventually reaches.

He remains still, gesturing for her to keep listening, and when another minute goes by with silence as the only response, he allows his arm to go slack.

"Figures--" As soon as the word leaves his mouth, something seemingly falls from above and grabs his arm, knocking the gun out of his hand. Long, curved nails bite into his skin as he struggles to jerk the creature forward into Elena's line of sight.

Caught completely off-guard, and disgusted by the sight of its gruesome appearance, there's a lot of undignified screaming going on. Drake flails wildly, pressing a palm to its forehead to keep from biting him and finally manages to stumble back enough for Elena to take a shot. But he loses his footing and his back hits the ground before she can, taking the creature with him as it lands on top of him, still struggling in its attack.

All of this occurs within seconds while he begins to panic and shout orders, not realizing that Elena's hesitation is likely due to not having a good enough shot.

"Elena--! Elena, get it off me! Get it off me!" He's managing to keep its head away, but its other hand begins to snake up along his chest. The two are literally a tangle of limbs for a few seconds, Drake's leg occasionally blocking any possible shot. "S-Sometime before it eats me would be great!"

[imaginate]

[Kyle looks at the fallen zombies. The ones Superman's hit don't seem to be getting up as quickly, but the priority was keeping civilians safe.] Got it. Let me know if you need an extra pair of hands. Or a few buses.

[Hey ho fighting zombies is a go.]