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NIMBO ([personal profile] biteys) wrote in [community profile] turnout2024-06-29 09:53 am

WEEK 1

WEEK ONE


!
the beginning of the end

That’s what’s playing on repeat on a tape recorder, when the survivors come to.

Characters will find themselves in a humble, American townhouse, which other than being a bit dusty, is still mostly clean. All characters will be sprawled out on the floor and furniture of the living room, in front of what looks to be a giant portal. Characters will also notice they have a seemingly indestructible silver wristband around their wrists, and they have nothing with them but the clothes on their back.

Take a look around, and you'll realize that everyone in the room is likely a stranger. Aside from the tape playing, there's little explanation or proof that what's being said to you is even true. For all you know, one of the people in the room could be responsible for you being suddenly taken here.

Exploring the house's many rooms will reveal that there are small stockpiles food, water, weapons (a few guns, a few bats, a few knives), and maps, along with a large, strange container of blue liquid. The maps all chart a route from Los Angeles to San Francisco, and sport detailed recommended time stamps on them. Strangely, the recommended path occasionally diverges into two separate routes.

Upon searching the house, Haru Okumura finds a set of notes, while Leontuzzo Bellone finds a separate set. They are free to keep these notes to themselves, or share them with the group.

Nothing has anyone's names on it — not the notes, and certainly not the supplies. Everyone will have to compete for the same things. Or maybe all of you can be civilized about this, before anyone goes hoarding weapons and food? Maybe you can even introduce yourselves, while you're at it. For some strange reason, every window and door in this place is locked (and impossible to break), and will be for at least 72 hours, as if someone wanted you all to be cooped up together for a time before heading out.

Most interestingly, in the deepest basement of the house, there's a room with a large, heavy dresser shoved in front of it… and a low moaning and banging emanating from the other side. The door’s slightly ajar, and a closer look reveals a zombie is the source of the sound. Context clues around the basement, like the PhD in interdimensional travel hung up on the wall (for a Dr. Bei), hint that the woman inside is whoever left you this cryptic message - the woman who brought you here, allegedly. But she's long long gone, only this monster left in her wake. It seems she was smart enough to lock herself away to prevent you from being harmed, at least... and it'll give you a preview of the threat that looms outside.
sewer diving
After 72 hours have passed, one and only one door unlocks – in the very same basement that the zombie of Dr. Bei can be found. It leads down to a dark, dingy tunnel that connects to the sewers. Not only is the smell awful, but (non-infected) rats scurry about, keeping to the shadows – but the smell of any of the food you've taken from the house will attract them. Careful!

The party will need to create some light to navigate their way out and keep the rats at bay, or they’ll be bumping around in the dark for quite a while. Now might be a good time to share if you have some matches, or a special talent for being a lantern. Mercifully, there's only one exit that actually opens down in this labyrinth, as if it's a route the Doctor designed to take all the time.

At one point, Puppy falls into the sewage, and loses something they brought from the house.

oh! that's a baseball

Once characters make it out of the sewers, they’ll be a day’s travel to the first mark on the party’s map: “Dodger’s Stadium.” The road they’ll have to hike to get there is winding, curvy, and uphill, which will give the party a good overview of the now dilapidated Los Angeles, along with the many abandoned buildings and cars that litter the place. The stadium itself looks to have been cleared of threats and fashioned into a safe spot a long time ago, as all entrances but one have been completely welded shut. The high walls keep zombies out, and the winding path up here deters most of them from even approaching.

Inside the stadium, there’s some baseball merch (and equipment) to scavenge, not to mention some really old peanuts! Delicious. Maybe there are even some old fireworks laying around this place. Setting up camp here won’t be very comfortable… but at least it’s very safe. A luxury the party won’t have for much longer, if the map is anything to go by. You'll be heading through the city, next, so rest up while you can.

!
week one objectives

➤ make acquaintances with your fellow travelers
➤ decide what to do with the zombie of dr. bei
➤ arm yourself with what you can find
➤ scavenge some portable food from the house and while traveling
➤ make camp at the stadium
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[personal profile] bicth 2024-07-02 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Hehehe.... really?

[ Don't mind her, she is just giddily excited to be princess carried (like she deserves because in her mind she is a pretty pretty princess who should be treated ✨delicately✨) and to be flying through the air. It's a little awkward wrapping her arm around his neck given the foam finger situation, but she manages, kicking her legs daintily while they descend. It's kind of embarrassing getting so close to someone so soon, so maybe it's her turn to flush a bit but, well. She'd rather a bit of embarrassment than climbing 19308 flights of stairs... ]

You're not some kind of transportation service, are you? [ She can imagine the public having a need for people with superpowers to do that kind of shit... but also, that would be boring, so she hopes whatever he does with this power of his is significantly cooler. ] What's got you carrying people all over the place?
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[personal profile] killboss 2024-07-02 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lonely.

Oh,

is that the word that means what he's been feeling, since waking up? Bereft of HER's voice, HER guidance, HER presence. Even bereft of WIZARD's hacking, burning up his brain just for the chance to gun down BOSS in his office. Even bereft of BOSS himself, who wanted him to go back into cold storage after he'd been done massacring all the conspirators who wanted him dead in HEAVEN.

Lonely. ]


Yes, "lonely".

He's never been without someone's voice, telling him what to do or where to go. He's new to doing it for himself. He knows what he was made for, but SHE said he could be more.
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[personal profile] bicth 2024-07-02 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ what up im jared etc

]


...Looking them over?

[ Hella takes the offered notes, squinting, only able to make out a few words on the page. Uhh.... ]

Haven't you already read them?
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[personal profile] irreversal 2024-07-02 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yes, and education!! (?) Chibi-sensei is the whole package... ]

I dunno. Eight weeks is a long time...
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[personal profile] killboss 2024-07-02 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
— █ WOOF !

[ Okay, that might be a subconscious thing displaying on his mask now.

Because Shoko gives him a direct command, and Puppy plunks the Lava Lamp of Collective Destiny down on the nearest table. He doesn't take his hands off of it, but at least it's stable on a surface; one thumb follows the shape of its casing, his head tilting one way and then another. Once his hands come off, he frames the shape of it with his palms and pantomimes picking it back up, placing it into his pocket ( which, it'd definitely not fit in there but the intent is more obvious than if he had to pretend to put it into a backpack that he does not have ).

Who should carry it? ( Someone else definitely is by the time the week is up, because Puppy's more interested in beating up rats and looming hostile-protective over the others. ) ]
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[personal profile] mediator 2024-07-02 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Right, the notes shared about 'candidates'. It went over his head honestly. If he had to make a guess it could be about all of them in this room? Like quantifying their skills for the mission they've been drafted to.

But any speculation or retort is abandoned when the man begins physically reeling.
]

Are you ok? Please sit down if you need to. Maybe take off that helmet?
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[personal profile] mediator 2024-07-02 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
It was, but it taught me a lesson or two about interacting with the wilderness. For that I'm grateful.

[ Maybe he's just trying to see the upside of it, or prescribe a meaning to a painful experience, but it helps to see it that way. He's not ashamed of the scars, but they aren't pleasant to look at and might invite unwanted pity. It's too warm to just wear a jacket all through the night too. ]

You're a city girl, right? I guess you might not have experiences like mine. I've heard Tokyo is rather safe for how big it is.
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[personal profile] bicth 2024-07-02 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Okay, well... eating a rat wouldn't be bottom of the barrel for her, either, after some of the things she's been forced to consume. That doesn't mean she likes it, or would want to resort to it as an option any other than the last. Sadly, she has no idea how to read the word 'ATONEMENT,' obvious in the way she squints at it cluelessly, and just assumes he's hunting rats for sustenance. She laughs a little helplessly as he holds the string out to her, a bit charmed by what she takes as earnest, innocent desire to feed the others. He reminds her of some of the experiments she used to know that knew nothing of the outside world... ]

Ohh, 'cuz you dropped some stuff, right?

[ Thankfully, she has a wealth of experience dealing with these types, so she takes it all in stride, taking the string from him. ]

It's no biggie, you know. Because I'm such a good thinker, I brought a lot of extra.

[ Which are mostly for her precious Ninety-Nine, but she can afford to pawn off a little bit of it just so he doesn't start thinking he needs to hunt down 100 rats to pay for his sins. With her free hand, she shuffles around in one of her deep coat pockets (which are stuffed full like hamster cheeks) before producing a bag of COOL RANCH DORITOS for him. ]

See?
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[personal profile] parttimesoldier 2024-07-02 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[This isn’t Suzha’s first rodeo. Zombies might not be the threat back home, but she’s had her share of tucking into old sewer tunnels to use as a safer path than the surface before. The smell never gets any better in these places, but she’s among the quicker of the group to adjust and put it into the back of her mind. Gotta stay sharp, so there’s no point in letting it be a distraction.

She lingers around the front of the group as they progress, wanting to keep an eye out for any potential dangers. That doesn’t change much when they all take a pause after the big guy goes tumbling into the sewage; the others have the task of fishing him and his goods out in hand, so she keeps her eyes peeled instead. Not much to find in the dim stretch before them other than more slippery paths and a few more rats scurrying about, though.

So, figuring a little break from lookout is in order, she falls into step alongside one of her new teammates—the curious looking guy with the wings—and lets her gaze skim over the water to join the search for anything salvageable. But after a moment, when the unfortunate one who fell in is back on (relatively) dry land, she can’t help but turn her attention in that direction.]


Grody. I really don’t envy the guy, that smell’s gonna be clinging to him for a good long while now. [A beat as she looks over toward Sunday.] But hey—maybe it’ll deter the zombies?
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[personal profile] mediator 2024-07-02 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Right. I don't have any parents or family, and the civilized world asks that I exchange money to have shelter. But the work I do isn't too difficult because I'm still a student.

[ capitalism 🇯🇵

(he's attempting to make a funny, even as he delivers this completely straight...)
]
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[personal profile] irreversal 2024-07-02 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Inmates... Fortress... Chibi-sensei has... so much going on. ]

Ah. [ a beat. ] Could it be that cooking for humans isn't your strong suit, sensei...? What did you make, anyway?
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[personal profile] mocktails 2024-07-02 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Huh? A dog? Is this suddenly an instance of dog-to-dog communication?

The image of the puppy with its tail wagging is a far cry from the look and overall demeanor of this figure, who has yet to say a word. Maybe it... can't? Gallagher hears the soft whir of some kind of internal machinery, and like with the woman from earlier, he wonders if this stranger is some kind of Intellitron.

Then again, from what Gallagher knows they usually can talk just fine, so it still leaves him at a loss.

However, between his body language and the images on his mask's screen, it becomes pretty obvious what he wants. Gallagher sends another glance to the door hiding some sort of unpleasant creature, which hasn't stopped its moaning noises or idle banging against the dresser keeping it contained. ]


I can take care of myself, you know. [ He heaves out a sigh and shakes his head, relenting almost instantly. ] But fine, guess there's no harm in leaving it be for now.
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[personal profile] mediator 2024-07-02 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, but look - there's more than just the two of us. There's strength in numbers. As long as we stick together in a group and utilize our skillsets, I'm sure we can make it back home in one piece.

[ :)!!!! ]

And I haven't, but once I was shrunken down and trapped inside a glass bottle. This feels a little bit like that to me.
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[personal profile] mediator 2024-07-02 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
We're all in your good hands. I know basic first aid, so if you ever need assistance treating someone you can count on me.
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[personal profile] mediator 2024-07-02 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm. I know there's a doctor among our group. The small girl with blue hair, Sigewinne. Maybe she could advise you more on this?

[ If he's curious about trying to uncover more. This is all over the head of a boy from the mountains, but it sounds interesting nonetheless. ]

I couldn't say how close this 'Earth' is to mine. I've never left Japan, and know very little about other countries... or even areas outside the town I live in. [ He's feeling a little uncultured saying all this. ] Maybe we can share another time to learn more about each other. We're going to be together for a while after all.
Edited 2024-07-02 21:18 (UTC)
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[personal profile] mocktails 2024-07-02 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Gallagher hangs near the doorway while Henry wraps up the lava lamp, watching how he takes so much care with it. Yeah, he doesn't see it as a bad call to leave that with someone so eager to please.

He certainly doesn't want to be the one responsible for it, he knows that much.

Once Henry is ready, Gallagher leads them back toward the first floor. ]


Found any kind of weapon yet? Other than food and water, that's probably priority number one.
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[personal profile] mocktails 2024-07-02 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Gallagher expects her to savor it. Like she's already pointed out, this may be the last one either of them get to smoke, so they better enjoy it. He takes a drag himself, then indulges in a slow exhale of the smoke before he answers her. ]

Gallagher. [ No last name. Or is that the last name? Either way, he's not telling.

Instead, he nods down to the city below, a sprawling gray mess. ]
Ever seen anything like this, Miss Mortician?
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[personal profile] parttimesoldier 2024-07-02 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Suzuha eases up a bit more, leaning back in her seat and watching with an amused smile as she takes up the weapon with that peculiar mix of careful enthusiasm.]

Wow, you really know your stuff, huh? Seen a lot of these before?
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[personal profile] mrknifeguy 2024-07-02 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Thank you for the clarification, Henry 1. ]

Soshiro Hoshina. Just Hoshina'll do.
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[personal profile] mrknifeguy 2024-07-02 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
I did say kaiju. If that doesn't ring a bell, I guess that means we're from different versions of the same place.
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[personal profile] mrknifeguy 2024-07-02 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know what any of that means, but I'm not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. We're probably gonna need your skills.
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[personal profile] empression 2024-07-02 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
... Eh? Are we?

[ But it's still the states? ]
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[personal profile] empression 2024-07-02 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
A lab...?

[ Okay. So. definitely sounds like some kind of experimentation, and it sounds as though her tone is getting a little strained. Haru bites her lip. ]

... I apologize; it sounds as though it wasn't an ideal place to be. At the very least, I know I was never fond of being alone.
empression: (This may hurt a bit)

[personal profile] empression 2024-07-02 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Being individuals and thinking independently.

[ Well.

It's also not wrong. ]
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[personal profile] empression 2024-07-02 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, thank you! Some of it I learned from gardening and cooking...

[ It's fine, she got less clumsy as time went on. ]

And the rest I learned as a chaperone for a school trip.