- Scavenge the office building for supplies OOC: You will need to scavenge the local office building (STAPLES) for supplies. Any information you discover within the building can be used for later.
[ Step 1 ] Each player must roll 4d10 in their post. Match your dice to the rolls below. RP it out in ANY order.
1. Your character finds a stapler. It doesn't seem very useful. It is still attached to an arm, that has long begun it's final stages of decay. Attached to the bracelet of the arm is a name. "R O R...." the rest is missing.
2. Your character finds boxes and boxes of receipts. It doesn't look very informative.
3. Your character turns the corner and finds one of the undying! They must remain quiet for a bit to avoid being caught. If your character wishes to fight it instead for some reason, the undying has 50 HP and does -5 auto damage.
4. Your character finds a stray cat. It doesn't seem very friendly.
5. Your character notices a strange room. It seems to be locked.
6. Your character notices a foul smell coming from the copier room. You notice that the copier has stopped running, but there are pages and pages of images that surround it. Each one depicts someone being brutally stabbed. It is difficult to look at.
7. Your character notices some booze! Unfortunately it is empty
8. Your character manages to find some loose change. Not very handy.
9. Your character comes across a disgusting sight - a half-eaten body. The smell is repulsive and causes you to involuntarily gag. The half-eaten face's eyeballs are still looking at you, darting back and forth, moving.
10. You come across several rats all clustered together. You don't want to know why.
[ Step 2 ] After your character is done scavenging, simply report your findings to one of the bandits. Your work here is done.
Mission Bonus: +1 random drink item. Pick it up here after dropping off the form below. Faction Bonus:+ 1 bonus district point in your choice (drop off using the bonus district points form in your main faction info thread) Difficulty:gaia_star
Go to Staples, the Harbingers said. Pick up supplies, they said. It would be easy, they said. Not like Lissa had much of a choice. The way everyone talked about this secret weapon, they either had it or they lost, and Lissa wasn't a loser, not after everything else she'd already been through. The worst part of it all was honestly that she couldn't even complain to herself as she made the trek outside, thanks to some a*****e and his wicked backswing with a baseball bat. No, she was stuck internal monologuing, which really just felt like penting everything up, so every once in a while she would huff in exasperation, just for effect. Even if no one else was around to notice, it made her feel better, and that's what counted.
The Staples had long since been raided, the sliding double-doors busted open and left decrepit at the entrance. Lissa stepped over the mangled sheets of glass and metal one by one, crunching at her feet met chunks of debris and entering the mess of the main area, the floor covered in tattered papers and crumpled boxes. She tucked her sweater close to her body and stepped forward, eyes scanning the room with a calm awareness as she looked for anything of value.
She wouldn't make it very far before she heard the resonant hiss of an undying, and instantly her calm froze to an absolute stillness. It had come from further in the store, and she was still relatively close to the exit--she could maybe sprint for it and get out unscathed. But she couldn't go back to the Harbingers empty-handed, not when there was so much on the line, and so she ducked behind an upended cash register kiosk and ducked, keeping an ear out. Maybe these things were like raptors and wouldn't see her if she stood totally still--that was a valid strategy, right? Totally.
Lissa kept an ear out, and somewhere in the distance she thought she heard the shuffling of papers that slowly faded into nothingness. Then with a deafening clang, something was violently overturned, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin. But after that, she heard only silence, and slowly, she rose from her vantage point, looking out onto the looted floor. It looked empty for the moment, which was about as good a chance as she was going to get. She made eye contact with a door and sprinted for it, opening and closing the room with a single whirl.
Pinned to the door handle, she took a moment to catch her breath, scanning the room for unfriendlies. What she found was an acrid odor that caught even her smell-dead nose off-guard, and she frowned, rubbing her nostrils to try and ease the ache of the stinging sensation. It looked like she was standing in a copy room, but all of the machines had long since been busted, lying in a tomb of their own copy paper. She leaned down to inspect the photos, which all seemed to contain the same image, and on her better look began to wish she hadn't. Someone had a bad day, she thought to herself, folding up the photo of the stabbed individual and hiding it in a pocket. It wasn't much, but it had to be worth something, maybe even root out a secret stabber.
As if they didn't already have enough problems.
Lissa left the first room and moved onto the second, pushing onto the door with all the force her half-jog could muster. Unfortunately, this one held firm, and the woman let out a swift barrage of curses as her body slammed into the locked door, most notably her bruised face. With a frustrated grunt, she began to jiggle the doorknob for everything it was worth, determined to get in and earn her retribution, but she was cut short by the characteristic sound of a hiss that was much, much closer than before.
She didn't bother turning around, not when she could see the silhouette of something tall and emaciated to the left of her. Her whole body shuddered in panic, and she tried not to scream, hoping that maybe if she stood still, it wouldn't notice her. But papers still shuffled, and she swore she could hear the rustling of leaves under the things feet, a growing sound that filled her mind until there was nothing left but terror. It knew she was there. It was coming. She was going to die.
Lissa did the only thing she knew how to do--she bolted. She ran. She didn't wait for the Undying's awful shrieks or for it to start following, and she didn't wait to be out of the store. She ran and she ran until she was back under the barricades, her face red where it wasn't bruised and her eyes wild and panicked.
It took her minutes before she could breathe again, but when she could she reached for her radio. These people deserved to know, even if it would hurt.
OOC
Character's name: Elizabeth "Lissa" Buckly Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[Journal] Character's survival stats: [Stats] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Freckly-tan skin, wavy auburn hair, brown eyes, stands at 5' 7" with strong shoulders and a little bit of holdover baby fat on her stomach and thighs. Currently wearing cat ears and a light blue gown made of cheap fabric, calling to mind a particular character from Game of Thrones. The dress is worn over what appears to be a light jacket and jeans because nothing about Khaleesi's outfit is Canada-approved.
Zone One Status: Lissa's lower face is purple and swollen, and she talks with a heavy lisp. She has a broken jaw.
