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

Comments

[imaginate]

Leave that to me. [He retreats out of the warehouse, and makes a small bubble for Robin to hop into, if he wants.] I'll find one from the air, and you can get set up. Send up a flare when you're ready, I'll come.

[hackingyoursensors]

[He hops in.]

Fresh out of flares. And I don't have a ring.

[Now in problem solving mode. Noise won't work... a signal. A flag would be hard to see (and, frankly, hard to make in a hurry). Smoke bomb? Light a nearby signal? But it couldn't be too nearby...]

[imaginate]

No problem. [He rings up a small flare gun and hands it to Robin, while they're flying over looking for somewhere decent to set the trap.] One-time use only.

[hackingyoursensors]

Convenient.

[He turns the construct over in his hands. Seriously convenient.]

[imaginate]

Not too late to join the Corps. [Kyle winks, but then immediately turns his attention back to looking for a good place to set a trap. He hovers, and then points.] There. Will that work?

[hackingyoursensors]

Tempting, but I think I'm under the age minimum.

[Dick looks. Confined, small, few avenues of escape.]

Perfect.

[imaginate]

[He puts the bubble near a roof and dissolves the top so that Robin can alight.] Go. I'll come as soon as you send up the flare.

[hackingyoursensors]

[He nods.]

Got it. ["Be careful."]

[imaginate]

[Kyle doesn't pause to catch the implication. He flies off into the distance, from time to time Robin will hear quips and see the occasional blast of green light.

He's having fun. Sort of.]

[hackingyoursensors]

[Meanwhile, Dick will be setting the trap. He hasn't figured out the sawdust thing yet, but he creates a semicircle of wood with an accelerant mixed with sawdust filling the one gap (the way in). The ground inside the circle is scattered with sawdust and accelerant too, as is the wood in the circle. All Kyle has to do is lead them in and fly up just before Dick lights it up.

Ugh, the smell of burning zombies is probably awful.

But it's set up, so Dick sets off the flare, only fifteen minutes later.]

[imaginate]

[He sees it, and a few seconds later he's flying in, followed by a zombie horde.

Are you ready for some fireworks, Robin?]

[hackingyoursensors]

[Always.

Which is why he's perched on the roof of a low building, ready to toss the exploding Batarang that will set the whole chain reaction off.]

[imaginate]

[Here comes the Lantern into the trap, flying low, forcefield up in case he can't escape the inferno in time.]

[hackingyoursensors]

[Dick waits until as many zombies wander in as possible.

Before their minds can register that it's a trap and they can use their ridiculous speed to dash off, he throws the Batarang.

Kyle please don't get blown to peaces, okay? He's trusting you to take care of yourself.]

[imaginate]

[Whoa. He clears it - just barely - and loop-de-loops for joy. Now they have to repeat it... or start on Plan B.

Where'd Robin get to anyway?]

[hackingyoursensors]

[He's a ninja, Kyle. Keep up.

He's already several rooftops away, partially to get away from the sickening smell of burning rotten flesh and partially to scout out the area.

Not his fault you're too slow.]

[imaginate]

Robin? [Looks around. Well, crap. Stupid ninjas.]

[hackingyoursensors]

[Yeah he's totally out of earshot by now.

Happy zombie hunting on your own, Kyle.]