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D1 IAN / D2 ALISTIARE


IAN - COURTYARD
It was fortunate that Ian had someone to hold onto, because his head was spinning unpleasantly at the very idea of moving. He gripped Shiloh's hand with an iron grasp, lurching along beside him and trying very hard to focus on the matter at hand.

"I can't hear Naomi," he grunted out, the feeling extremely unsettling. "I can't hear anything except my own damn thoughts and everything going around, this is messed up, why can't I hear her - "




ALISTAIRE - COURTYARD
Alistaire, thankfully, was feeling relatively all right healthwise, but mentally he was more than a little angry.

He didn't show it visibly, only an expression of mild annoyance on his face as he crossed the courtyard, coat billowing behind him like a cape. There were several he passed on the way that he vaguely recognized - Maybe, for one, carrying someone on her back - but he didn't talk to her, instead looking around for some sort of idea as to what the hell was happening.

courtyard

Leslie made it to the courtyard and swore at the sight of vines, perturbed and alone and frightened and tense and so very ******** alone. Abbi was nowhere to be seen, and not a single ******** runic clearance to his name.

He looked around. Some Life division ********, and some Death division ********, Rep included. (And no sight of Isaac. Not yet.) A splitting headache had taken residence in his skull. Did standard operating procedures still apply? Leslie was a healing and defensive oriented Mist, but without his weapon, he was nothing.

[ virus - 6 ]

stormy/nora - dorms

The alarm scared Stormy out of her light sleep, and her legs entangled in the sheets even further. Panicked, she fought off the invisible monster until she realized that, oh, it was just the not a drill alarm, and that the thump she'd heard was not an invader but just Gale reacting to it.

"What...?" she began when more noises interrupted her. Someone was pounding on the door.

"OI! Wake up!" called Nora, who was only just slightly possibly a little frightened.




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dawson - courtyard

Scooby Doo himself couldn't have run faster than Dawson. Forcibly clean shaven and with a new haircut that made him scowl, he'd already been having a bad day after that strange, ditzy effect had taken over. And now on top of that they had some sort of island emergency? He didn't know whether to be pissed or scared as hell.

So he went for a mix of both as he skittered outside, looking for authority or an explanation or even just the simplest orders.

"Uh...someone wanna gimme the cliff notes?"



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jack - courtyard

"Well, this is a shitstorm that's been a long time coming," he said as he approached Leslie, scanning around both to take inventory of who was there and what they were saying, filing away words. Mall, grail, infection, <******** class="quote">

Quote:

jack
virus count: 1
hp: 60
runics: torch, bandages
antivirus: 1

Dorm (in his room)

Dressing was a chore, but when that he still managed to do as quickly as he was capable of with the pounding in his head that the alarms were not helping at all. "Good." He huffed out, as he pulled on his shirt and grabbed for a few other things before throwing on his jacket as well.

"Your weapon?" He asked, voice a bit hoarse as he strode towards the other man, reaching for his arm, pulling him around.

"Yes. Just..." He looked into Ripley's eyes. Normal. Amber. Nothing strange about them.

"You look like s**t. Let's go."

[ Bradley - Courtyard ]

Bradley stared at the hunter who pointed a trapping gun in his cousin's face. He was so very close to smacking the hunter in the face for even doing so, more so than usual. A lack of contact with his weapon, the general disarray of Deus and the underlying panic in the air, made him incredibly twitchy. When he turned and looked at him though, Bradley frowned.

He looked familiar. Way too familiar to be a coincidence, but he'd never actually talked to this one. Ever. Bradley shrugged.

"Probably not. Been on dishwashing duty for hte past several months." As if that explained it all or something.

He was feverish too. What was up with that?

[ Virus Counter: 10 ]

[Dormitories]

Sherry smiled. "It's okay! I've got a few things. Just stay vigilant." They would be fine, probably. The Island itself was usually safe. ...Sherry didn't need Armagnac to remind her of what a lie that was.

"Okay." She took another look around, trying to push her nerves down. She would really like to find Jake. She would--

Another voice calling her name caught her attention and then she found herself with a crying Mimi attaching herself to her. "Mimi. Mimi calm down, it's going to be okay." She pat the girl on the head.

"Oh," she said, looking back up to the first girl, "I'm Sherry, by the way."

Courtyard

In the courtyard, he looked out for anyone he could see and pulled out his phone to try and dial Jan - but it didn't have any signal. Not even that, it just refused to work. What could bug with runics? He hoped the backup energy would keep the pods okay.

This is nuts.

Looking around, he started to call out. "JAN?!" He shouted, trying to test out if the man was somewhere among the masses. "JAN!"

Courtyard

The sound of the alarms and the dim glow of the emergency lights were all too familiar. Peyton jerked away with a scream, mind thrown back to the evening that had followed the events in the Tear. The Power outage that had lasted months, the MREs, the entire island on lock down. She spent the first long moment of the emergency trying to separate the past from the present, chest rising and falling in too quick breaths before rolling out of bed and dressing quickly.

She was outside a few moments later, pulling her coat on as she bounded away from the entrance of the dorms and headed for the courtyard.

Warrick?

He wasn't speaking. Wasn't rumbling with worry or disapproval. He wasn't there at all, and that on it's own was very distressing. It didn't help that her head was swimming and her stomach lurched threateningly. She had to pause, hands on her knees, to suck in deep breaths. Willing the world around er to still.

Lip's pressed in a thin line as she straightened, and Peyton made a bee-line for a familiar face. "Cami!"






Dorms

Ezekiel jerked away with shout and a wince, cursing soundly under his breath as the alarms blared around him. So loud, so grating, for just a moment he forgot where he was. It took a glance down at his side, the pale body still beside him, for him to remember. He met dark eyes, his own wide with alarm and the sort of confusion that came from being ripped violently from a deep sleep.

"What the ********?" Almost a year on the island, and he'd never experienced this. Someone had once told him that things had been quiet lately. He hadn't known what to make of it at the time. Now it just made him pissy as he pushed back the blankets and went for his clothing on the floor.

Underwear, jeans, and tee shirt were all pulled on quickly, then he was sitting again so he could pull on his boots, biting back a pained sound as it tweaked at his shoulder.

He didn't notice the absence of Lagertha's voice in his head, it hadn't been there for weeks now.








Dorms

Gretchen very nearly fell out of bed when the blare of the alarms jerked her out of a sound sleep. A small, startled scream, a moment of utter confusion, then she was grouping over the edge of her bed for the prosthetic she always kept there. It took a moment to get it on, a moment more to grab her coat so she could pull it over the tank top and boy shorts she'd worn to bed, then she was heading out into the hall, wide-eyed and nervous.

"Isaac?" Only a few rooms away, he was the closest. She went for him first, and if he wasn't there she'd have to hope she ran into someone else. She didn't want to be alone, not if something awful was happening.

She couldn't even hear Devika's cold hiss.

A hand smacked against the stone wall as the hall tilted dangerously. She felt sick. Light headed and feverish, as if the floor beneath her feet just wasn't that steady.