He had returned just in time to catch the tail end of the public debate, quickly casting his votein favour of making the call.
“Electricity will not be an issue,” he reasoned, “The only concern is if the line will get tapped into or interfered with.” His thoughts back to the repeats of the message he heard from the radio tower, wondered if they were there to jam up the airwaves and block communications.
“Speaking of which, if what I heard at the radio tower is to be true, there is someone from outside who could help us,” he recounted, trying to frame it as good news to keep spirits up. “Someone, the harbingers probably, are getting their supplies from air shipped there by choppers. There is someone out there but time is limited – a deadline of seven days, but I don't know for what,” he shook his head. “If we had a flare, or something to produce an S.O.S signal...” he started to mumble, his hand gripping onto his fracture arm. The days events have finally began to take a visible toll on him.
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Character's name: Prof. Peter Kim Character's faction: University Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: Peter KimView Jersey Number: 19 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER a slightly haggard looking middle-aged man. Grey-haired, perpetually sighing and cleaning his dusty spectacles
Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 2:23 am
"Wonderful? oh yeah, Cecil is really great, though I think Hitsu knows him much better then I do. And you think so?" Someone else thought she had made a great class match? Excellent! "I dunno about loincloths, I mean he'd need to get some decent armor stat, probably needs resistant to poison and un-dead blight effects. Unless the lioncloth had some good stats. But I doubt it."
And then James just lathered on the praise like a delicious creamy cake of achievements based ice cream. Sprinkled with Cecil's conformation. Kammy was just beaming by this point. "You guys..." Was she looking a little teary-eyed? "But I can't take all the credit. James here was like, the best scout. Gave me a stick and took care of all our gear. I couldn't see what he was doing but, damn, he did it great. He also took care of some undying too you know. And Cecil here played great support role when I fought the infected mob. If it weren't for him I wouldn't have this net."
Her praise ended when Hitsu asked about Cecil's eye. "Wait a minute, Cecil's hurt?" She looked towards Hitsu's voice stunned, then her hands were reaching towards his face to check for herself. But she was no where near as as Cecil was, so she just s tarted patting his body as she searched for this injury. She only stopped when Hitsu's mentioned her own injury. "Wait, you're hurt too?. You shouldn't be hurt! You're like, a cleric or something. Maybe dual mage cleric. Or cleric thief. Anyway you shouldn't take damage, you're too pure!"
She had a better idea of were the girl was standing, and since she wasn't as tall, she had a better chance of patting Hitsu's ears, because this was totally how you fixed the problem, but touching people awkwardly.
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Character's name: Jenna Kamryn Character's faction: University Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Kammy has dark brown hair with blonde highlights, teal eyes, and is leaning on the side of short.
Matilda had hurried downstairs at the call for a meeting, but a knot began curling in her stomach at what their leader had to say. She could only grimace, her experience in the radio tower the previous day reverberating in her mind...
"This is prerecorded emergency broadcast. If you are listening to this, you are in critical danger. Find the nearest shelter immediately and hide until further authorities notify you. Do not attempt to contact local authorities. Do not leave your house. This is not a drill."
"-- you don't know me but I'm here to help you. Don't listen to anything they tell you. They have it wrong. -- Listen closely. -- undying are not the problem. The thorns are. They cannot be destroyed. Avoid them -- contagious -- do not touch. -- spread. That's how the virus replicates. -- too late for you. They will not let you leave."
The dissonance between the two messages had initially left her staggering. If the phone number lead to whoever 'they' were, then it would simply be a waste of resources. Even worse, if it was them and they weren't letting anyone leave... they would naively be giving away their location by calling.
"I have to say I'm against this move," the blonde stated, the worry plain on her face. "Yesterday, I managed to make out some transmissions at a radio tower. There was one pre-recorded 'official statement' stating there have been air-drops by helicopter. I don't know about any of you, but I haven't seen a single helicopter in the sky since everything went to hell in a handbasket. It also mentioned seven days, but it sounded fishy so I kept plugging away. The one that caught my attention was one talking about thorns. From what I could make out, it sounded like these thorns are what's causing the virus to spread and not to trust 'them', that 'they won't let us leave'...," she trailed off, biting her lip in uncertainty. She consciously left out the part of it saying 'it was too late for them.' No sense in provoking needless despair when caution was sufficient.
"Whatever's going on, I don't think we can rely on outside help in this. We have to save ourselves. And by the sounds of it, we only have seven days to make it happen."
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Character's name: Matilda Baer Character's faction: University Character's journal link:X Character's survival stats:View Jersey Number: 4 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5"3', slim, short blonde curly hair, narrow green eyes, age 29, English Teacher. - Eloquent, hard-working, resourceful, and somewhat athletic. Also pessimistic, strict, emotional when stressed, and holds grudges.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 6:44 am
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Scott, still unable to use his eyes, manages to find his way back to the university by falling in with a crowd of other students and allowing himself to be jostled forward. By the time he makes it there, his knees are bloody and the palms of his hands are scraped to hell thanks to the amount of times he'd tripped or stumbled over some random debris. And, though he'd managed to get a bandage wrapped around his aching skull, pain still lances through it cruelly. Which was why he had somewhat of a hard time listening to Corey's words, as well as the noise of the crowd when her voice died down and the debate began.
Scott wasn't exactly the kind of guy that clung to hope. He was a pessimist, through and through. What could a phone call provide? It couldn't give them food, couldn't give them water, sure as hell couldn't provide them with weapons... "It's not worth the electricity." He states, finally, making the fact that he was against calling the number known to those around him.
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Status: Head trauma. Sharp blow to the head results in severe head trauma. Complete vision loss.
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Cradling his arm to his side it appeared charlie had founds a make-shift object to use as a sling- it appeared to be a ratty old towel. He also made a note that he was the only leader who took injury from the latest attack - something that gave the grumpy-man a almost smile. Why was it amusing?
"I think we should call it." He nodded at both Corey and Caroline, taking a moment to look over the group as well. "We are lucky enough to have some electricity in the first place. " Plus, Charlie would place a rather large bet on if they didnt call it, this would plit the faction. Some would agree with not calling was best, but the others would constantly have in the bakc of their minds a huge 'what if?'
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Name: Charles (Everyone calls him Charlie) Faction: University Rank: Leader (Mascot) Jersey Number: 13 Weapon: Hockey Stick with the end Sharpened (2d10-6) Stats: 100 HP
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 7:40 am
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Liam wasn't standing far from Austin, who was fairly decent company when he wasn't running his mouth, and he glanced his way when he tried to speak up against the idea of calling the number. Knowing what he knew, after an exchange of information shared over the radio and what he'd gotten from the junkyard, Liam had to say he was of the same mind. Conflicting information meant there was no way to know which sources were giving truthful information, and Austin had a point.
"I don't think we should call it." Not for the preservation of resources. How much power could a single phone call take? He didn't have a clue. But because there was no telling who was on the other side of that line, and if they were friendly. "I don't think it's worth the risk of notifying someone unfriendly that we're here."
He watched as Corey made her way towards Austin with a pen and notebook. "We're doing really well, rival groups that aren't doing well might be desperate enough to try to drive us out and take over..." Liam was all for helping people in need, but it had seemed like that was a principle that had sort of fallen by the wayside when the world went to s**t. People were desperate, and desperate people did not behave rationally, or morally.
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Athletic built and average height, with brown hair cut shaggy, and dark blue eyes. No Tattoos or piercings to note, but he does have a scar on his left calf from a sports accident a couple years back.
It was a kind move of Corey to try and help him out but, all the same, Austin's eyes went sharply resentful: it would have been more helpful if she'd helped him fix the mess of his face. Not reasonable, but all things considered, he wasn't feeling terribly reasonable right now. He took the notebook from her hands sharply and wrote down a quick reply, in his careful, tidy hand.
We don't know who sent that message. Best case scenario: it's an organization designed to help us out, but we have no evidence that's true. Neutral case: it's a pre-recorded message, long inactive, nothing will happen. Worse case: it's another Harbingers-like group, trying to figure out how well supplied we are before coming in to take everything we have. Worst case: it's an organization designed to eliminate us if we might potentially become a thread, firebombing the whole university.
He thrust the book back at her.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 9:07 am
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Ruia was one of the stragglers getting back to the dorms, but she did make it. She stumbled a bit, glad for a relatively safe place to set down while she continued to try and muddle through her dizziness and wooziness. It took a moment for her to understand the words being said. There were words, sure, but the fact that the words meant something strung together took a moment or five for her brain to catch up to.
"I don't think we should try it," she ventured, after hearing what the blonde had to say about that and the thorns. She was right--if there had been air drops, where were they? Even with all the explosions and chaos, helicopters were loud, which meant at least one of them should have been seen or heard.
Right?
Plus, it was better to assume that they wouldn't have any help. That way, they wouldn't be relying on outside assistance. Sure, if it came that would be peachy, but if it didn't, they really needed to already have a plan B through Z ready to go.
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Character's name: Ruia Abreu Character's faction: University Character's journal link: [x] Character's survival stats: [x] Jersey Number: 26 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: She's of average height and build, with shoulder-length curly brown hair, brown skin, and reddish eyes. She's currently suffering from pronounced blood loss and is tired, dizzy, and having issues focusing.
Kelly was anxious, but she wasn't one to not trust something. This sounded like a pretty big break, and how many resources would it even take to call a number? It'd be better to call and get information, than sit back and be taken by surprise.
So, she moved closer, and raised her hand.
Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 11:57 am
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It was probably a bad idea, but the chance for information was probably worth taking. There was always a chance that things would end badly, but really, they were already living in a horror movie.
He raised his hand, wincing as he did, casting his vote to call the number.
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Character's name: Dylan Sallow Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: HERE Jersey Number: 31 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dylan is 5'9 with a lean runner's build. His skin is a pale beige and covered in freckles. He has short carrot orange hair, and dark blue eyes. He typically wears jeans and plain colored t-shirts. He is currently wearing a jersey with the number 31 on it.
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[DORMS] After the radio tower Harper made her way back to the university, catching part of the conversation between the other students and the radio and the decision to use some of what power they had left to try to call a number. Her mind was still dizzy, focusing in and out while the world still seemed to rock constantly on some imaginary ocean.
“I think we should call it. Harper hoped whatever she said wasn’t because of loss of blood, or the fact that some of it was still bleeding through the makeshift bandages. Supplies, choppers, she kept thinking about the tower at the Harbringer’s maybe it would reach someone.
Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 1:39 pm
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Corey looked over Austin's reasons not to, and considered his worst case. It seemed that his worries were considerably parroted by most of those who argued against it. It seemed like a reasonable doubt, but after getting her notepad back, and tallying the remainder of the vote, she more or less had little choice in the matter.
"Majority votes that we make the call." She announced, trying to sound neutral on the subject; that was, after all, the reason they had even called a vote. She looked at the numbers, mulling them over, and mulling over their options.
"Here's the plan. First, we'll find a phone, and test it out. If the generators can withstand charging the battery enough, we'll continue. Caroline, you keep an eye on the generators. If anything goes wrong, or even remotely looks like we could lose power, we're ending it, immediately." She took a deep breath.
"If we can get a phone to charge, and that's a big if, and there is some sort of reception, we'll make then call - but we will make it away from here. Not near the University at all. Perhaps in Zone One, even." She scratched her cheek as she stared down at the paper instead of the group, as if it would give her the answers she was looking for.
"Zone One has a radio tower. That might be the best opportunity to make the call. We're going to need a group to do this, to protect from potential mobs. We also need someone to make the call. Do we have any volunteers?"
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The decision has been made! It looks like University will be attempting to make the call.
Now, they need volunteers!
If your character would like to volunteer to be the one to make the call, please post in this thread! I will roll the lucky caller at 9:00pm EST (roughly 4 hours and 20 minutes from this post).
If your character would not like to make the call, but would be okay going with them to guard against mobs, post that in this thread as well! There can be any number of guards, so there's no need to roll!
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 1:46 pm
"I'm glad they don't hurt, hopefully its won't bother you for too long." He turned his attention to Corey, raising his hand again.
"I wouldn't mind tagging along to make sure everything goes okay." If they wanted him to make the call he would but he preferred to be there to make sure everyone was safe.
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Character's name: Cecil Halvorson Character's faction: District 1 (University) Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View Jersey Number: 35 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Cecil is tall standing at 6'9" (206cm), platinum gray hair that is long on one side and shaved on the other. It is likely pulled back into a bun for convience. Image reference
Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 1:55 pm
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Rook nearly groaned at the mention of the radio tower. "I know of it." He stated, not bothering to add he wasted hours trying to get it to work. A moment later he slowly raised his hand to volunteer. "I'll come, but just 'cause there's a crap ton of undead there and if you go off in a small group and get noticed, you're screwed."
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Austin couldn't say absolutely not, not right now, but -- his expression said it all. Grumpy and not-thrilled, he folded arms over his chest and started away from the group. No way he was going to risk himself for something he didn't even think they should be doing.
Character's name: Matilda Baer 
