Caleb is HITTING that bag with his phone. Yes, yes he is. Phone with cord
They were in a morgue. There was a bag and it was moving, and Caleb lost his head completely. People were talking about zombies and this was going to result in zombies and some people were actually trying to open the bag. Why did anything think that could possibly be anything like a good idea at all to open a bag of zombies?!?
He couldn’t just do nothing though, a small bit of heroism erupted within him, and thinking for a moment about the pen clicking tour guide of theirs, and the others in the group, he held on to the phone cord and chucked the phone at the zombie ridden bag.
He wouldn’t be eaten without a fight, that wasn’t going to happen today.
Not today, Satan.
Posted: Sat May 06, 2017 7:00 pm
RESULTS:
Option One:
You swing wildly and madly and in your hurry to thwack the rustling body bag, you manage to hit yourself with your own weapon. Don't you feel stupid. Randomize a number 1-5 to determine how badly you managed to hurt yourself, 1 being a scratch while 5 being a lingering ache/pain for the rest of the night.
Option Two:
You open the bag and two very confused cats with dark stars on their foreheads burst out with loud yowls. The large orange one wastes no time in clawing his way up your front to get to the ceiling while the dark blue ones follows quickly after. Both escape up through one of the vents, leaving you standing there, clawed up and confused.
Option Three:
You watch the chaos unfold in front of you. Aren't you glad you decided to do nothing?
The speaker system begins to crackle and your attention falls to the black boxes in the corners of the room's ceilings.
Thomas looks as though he's about to pass out, he's paled so badly. He takes a seat against one of the grungy looking tile walls and you are left to either wander the apparently now-locked room (was there someone who crept up behind your group to lock you in the way you came???) or find a seat.
A few adventurous souls make an add discovery in one of the coolers meant for a body bag...
Chocolate pudding cups and bags of gummy worms have been discovered in one of the empty morgue freezers. You're not really sure what kind of message your oppressors are trying to send, but there's food.
Do you...
Option One
Slide the tray back into the cabinet and shake your head.
Option Two
Proceed to play with the food offered to you, as it seems almost insulting not to.
Option Three
Take advantage of the bizarre sugar rush presented in front of you and consume what little nutrition it offers.
The next answer/prompt will be posted tomorrow at 1pm cst! Get some sleep... you're going to need it!
Kaefaux
kuropeco
Infinities
Kolina
Daekie
Torvil
Tsunake
Territorial Friend
Offline
Torvil generated a random number between
1 and 5 ...
2!
He swung too hard - that much was obvious, and he clipped himself along his side with a hiss on the pull back. The tank was unwieldy and awkward, so the scrape wasn't terrible but he did have to press his hand to it to verify he didn't dice himself open good. It would definitely bruise though.
The discovery of the not food, had him shaking his head, picking a wall to rest himself against and rub the bridge of his nose.
He'd sleep with one eye open - though he bet Imara would be laughing her a** off at him if she could see him now.
Posted: Sat May 06, 2017 7:06 pm
Forgot to roll. Ignore this post. XD
Kolina
Inquisitive Agent
Offline
Kolina generated a random number between
1 and 5 ...
3!
Kolina
Inquisitive Agent
Offline
Posted: Sat May 06, 2017 7:09 pm
Gweneth Malley - Slide the tray back into the cabinet and shake your head. (Broken IV Pole) In her hastiness to pummel the living daylights out of whatever was in the bag, Gwen noted that others had jumped in to do the same as her while others had moved in an attempt to open in. To try and keep herself from hitting the others, Gwen tried to divert her blows and ended up hitting herself in the process. “********.” She cursed. She managed to wack the side of her head. Thankfully it hadn’t been too bad of a hit but it still ******** smart.
What leapt out of the bag though was surprising. Two cats. Two chaos cats. Another hint that the negaverse was a float here.
“This place is like a fun house, but in the worst way.” She commented as she rubbed at the part of her head she had hit.
Then the speaker system came alive again with the same voice and Gwen instantly cursed a colorful array of words. “We have to -stay- here?” Another colorful curse escaped her. She turned to try the doors they had just come from to find them locked. “******** perfect.” She sighed in frustration.
There was ‘food’ produced for them and Gwen was given her share of the sugar created dish and immediately pushed the tray to the side, letting anyone else take it if they so pleased. Instead she turned her attention to finding somewhere on the floor that would make for a defensible position and her eyes lighted on Mathias. Why had hadn’t noticed him before was beyond her but instantly she felt a bit better.
Walking over to him she slid down the wall her rested against to come to a sitting position beside him. “Hope you don’t mind if I crash here beside you.” She said. Not that she expected to sleep much if at all. “Some damn mess we are in.”
Wc: 309 Rwc: 1229
Torvil
Posted: Sat May 06, 2017 7:11 pm
Jordan Riley - Scalpel, 1d6 damage, option one
Okay. Okay. Maybe this was time for a song. Or it would have been, if two cats weren't screaming and screeching their way around the room and the walls; Jordan flailed discordantly as the orange one raked their shoulder and collarbone, their held-out hands - the scalpel had been dropped on the table as soon as there was the explosion of felis catus all over them.
It hadn't helped. Silently, Jordan thought a little about what it might have been like to accidentally stab one of those cats. But if they were locked in the room - it was - ********, ********, <******** eaten before they came. If gummy worms and chocolate pudding cups were all that was left for them, neither to their taste, well - someone would let them out in the morning, probably. What kind of a prank was this? It was one in poor taste.
It had to be a prank, right? College students? Disgruntled employees?
Right?
Their shirt wasn't thick enough to ward away cruel breezes, and the tile was cool; but they swallowed their pride and kneeled next to Thomas. "...deep breaths. Are you sure you don't have a key?"
Quote:
jordan riley is open for interaction! wc: 599 this thread
Obsidian was such a d**k. She knew the General through reputation- he had been around longer than she had, and a big part of her had hoped he was dead by now. Unfortunately, it seemed he was infesting hospitals and being crude. And what if these announcements were hospital-wide? What if the other tours-
If Giulia asked her what a nuthumper was after this, she was going to hunt Obsidian down and strangle him.
However, it seemed that the group was going to be stuck here for the night, and so Jada tugged out her cell phone, trying to see if she could get any reception. Her ward was in another group, and she was... she'd not seen everyone who Giulia was grouped with. Lucia, she thought she'd seen, but it could have been another group entirely.
Pudding cups and Gummy worms were a disgusting snack to find in the morgue, but Jada wasn't proud- devouring the sugary treats, she curled herself as far away from the freezers as she could find, and tried to rest.
Quote:
Please Quote Jada. She is open for interaction.
Posted: Sat May 06, 2017 7:40 pm
Hania ~ Oxygen Tank ~ Option three
Hania was about to respond to Kailey about them possibly being youma, by which he would have told her he had no idea, when the chaos ensued in front of them. Between the people hitting themselves with their weapons and two chaos cats escaping the opened bag, don't think he didn't get that pun completely because he did, he didn't get the chance to say anything for a moment.
And then the chaos minion General came back over the intercoms and said they would be spending the night here in the morgue. Hania's ears went flat again and he debated on whether he wanted to try and leave the same way the other two guardian cat's left and just get outside help, however he would bet that wouldn't work somehow and it would mean leaving Kailey. "At least it's the weekend?" He offered to the young woman as people started to look around and find the food.
After a moment, Hania decided that he didn't care what the implication was for the food and ended up swiping some of it to consume. If he had to be stuck in the morgue all night he would prefer to not do it missing chocolate and gummy worms okay. Just hopefully no one would remember that chocolate was bad for normal cats as he was trying to pretend to be.
Kaefaux
Natsuko-neko
Unstoppable OTP
Offline
Guine
Crew
Lonely Explorer
Online
Posted: Sat May 06, 2017 8:28 pm
Rhiannon Beaumont - Option one
The guy next to her didn’t look so great. She’d observed this before, but up close made it even more obvious. She was pretty on edge herself. So when the bag was slowly opened and yowling cats scrambled out of the bag, Rhiannon let out a shriek and grabbed onto the other young man with blond hair in her attempt to get away. Not that she was afraid of cats. She was very grateful that they were cats and nothing else, but that didn’t mean she had to like it, or that it didn’t startle her.
It took her a moment to release her hold on the man’s arm and took a step back, shaking her head at him in some kind of attempt at a silent apology for possibly startling him, her own heart going at breakneck speed.
And then the voice from the intercom made her jump again, and she whipped around to glare at the voice, looking to each corner of the room for where cameras might be hidden. She wanted to scream at the man who thought this was okay, but at the very least they were in a large group, and if needed they could all try to fight whatever might be coming for them.
She took no interest in the chocolate pudding cups or gummy worms, and instead turned to find a place in the corner of the room as far away from other people as possible so she could curl up, her legs pulled up so she could rest her forehead against her knees, and poke pathetically at her phone with no service.
kuropeco
Posted: Sat May 06, 2017 8:31 pm
Tsunake
can you add me to the quote list plllllleeease
She was super glad she had decided to just stand back and watch what happened. Either people ended up hurting themselves of getting scratched up by some super spooky cat. Poor cat, why was it in that bag to begin with she wondered,
When food was mention being found she didn't exactly hesitate to jump on that, she had a particular fondness for both chocolate pudding cups and gummy worms. Taking a small share she munched down happily on the food since it was the best thing to happen so far on their trip.
(option 3)
AstoriaFallen
Winter Wolf
Offline
kuropeco generated a random number between
1 and 5 ...
5!
He caught a glimpse of orange before there was something very large and very fluffy bursting from the bag and scrabbling up and down in an effort to get away. It was followed by something much smaller and less fluffy, but no less vocal and no less desperate to get away, and Julian let out a startled yelp as he felt claws sinking into his arms, stumbling back into the young woman who had spoken to him, feeling her hands gripping his arm as she shrieked.
Julian did not appreciate the cats. He appreciated even less that he thought he might have recognized one of them, but it was too dark and too confusing to tell. He ran a hand through his pale hair and took several steps back, turning to face the woman, but she was already giving him a shake of her head, releasing her hold on him.
The apology was noted and then discarded, because it made no sense to dwell on it. Julian looked up at the sound of the intercom and made a derisive sound in the back of his throat, wondering how much longer they would have to be in this damned horrendous place. Clearly their tormentors were having a grand time doing whatever they wanted to their captives; Julian felt a surge of pure annoyance that he was forced into staying here.
The young woman had already discovered something in one of the coolers. Julian caught sight of gummy worms and made another noise of discontent, not quite following her over to where she was, but instead taking a seat kitty corner to her, so that he was facing her, Julian drawing his own legs up to his chest.
He did not want to be here. This was a pointless, useless endeavor, and he still felt unbearably weak and dizzy, Julian tugging at the hem of his shirtsleeve, trying to find something to do with his hands so that he wasn't completely ill at ease here.
"What now?" he muttered, half to himself, half to the woman. "This is all so unbelievably childish."
Austen had not been expecting to smack herself in the shoulder as she swung around her IV pole, but here they were. She now had a spectacular bruise blooming on her skin, and to top it all off, she hadn't actually figured out what was in the bags - and she hadn't actually figured anything else out, either. In fact, Austen hadn't figured out a single thing except that she was most definitely in the wrong place at the wrong time.
She gave a theatrical sigh, slouched over to the nearest wall, and all but crumpled down onto the ground - but not before she'd spotted the desserts stuffed into one of the coolers. Austen pulled the gummy worms out and gave them a vaguely suspicious look, the same for the chocolate pudding cups, wondering if they were somehow rigged. Or maybe they were just being made fun of, judging by the tone of the man's voice over the loudspeaker.
Austen didn't really have a choice. She was hungry - very, very hungry - and there was nothing else, after all. She would just have to make do with what she had, which admittedly, wasn't a whole lot. She smoothed down her multicolored, multilayered skirt, tugged up her stockings, and tried to make herself comfortable on the cold floor.
This was not going to end well. Austen popped a gummy worm in her mouth and chewed slowly, wondering if her shoulder was just going to ache for the rest of the night, or if she was going to eventually feel okay. She'd managed to accidentally hit herself, and not whatever was in the bag, which, if it had been anyone else, might have been embarrassing. Austen just wished she could have gotten in another swing before she'd taken herself down.
The phone she'd gotten upon landing in the states was, predictably, dead. Austen stared at the lack of bars, at the very blatant no signal notification in the top left, then sighed again and slipped the phone back away into her pocket, where it would hopefully be kept safe for the rest of the night. She wasn't entirely sure she would even get to sleep at all, but, well...she'd do her best to maybe doze, if that were possible.
Now she just needed to not think about where they were and what was happening and everything would be fine and dandy.
This man needs to get ******** appraisal came knowingly as soon as he regarded Thomas Wilde's nervous behavior. Sure, he was trapped into giving guided tours, and all that nervous enery might come from speaking to a crowd, but so long as he knew how to stear a group from the back, he had a whole range of asses to ogle as an immediate reward for his efforts. Ice knew for a fact that Jada sported a great a** with all those heels she wore, and while he cringed inwardly that he wound up alongside his ex-girlfriend, he knew she sported similarly interesting assets. Really it was Thomas' loss, though; the man couldn't lighten up enough to enjoy the show.
Isaiah's appraisals notwithstanding, he did rather want to punch him in the mouth. Nervousness he could ignore, but dumping them into the basement? Suddenly 'get ********' changed form into 'get fired'.
"You mean you wanted to recycle the old s**t," Ice muttered under his breath, his cool gaze lighting on the ancient boilers. Who even used boilers anymore? Didn't anyone read The Shining? It didn't matter if they sported no tendency to blow; no one felt safe with such ancient equipment running in the basement. He didn't have to look at them for long, however; somewhere along Thomas' bumbling apologies came a flicker of the lights, and soon they found themselves in darkness.
Looks like Thomas wouldn't be staring at fine asses after all.
Still, whether part of the ominous ambience or Isaiah's coloroed history with the supernatural happenings of Destiny City, he edged into high alert. And while Thomas found comfort in clicking his pen ineffectually, the very sound of it grated Isaiah's nerves and prevented them from listening through the darkness. "If you don't cut that s**t out, I'm going to take that pen and shove it down your d**k like a ******** sound," he seethed at the nervous nurse. And while he would've enjoyed delivering on his threat, especially with a blind audience, the similarly ancient loudspeakers in the basement flared to life with more news.
Ice's blood ran to the temperature of his namesake as soon as the disembodied voice issued one particular phrase: my name is General Obsidian. And while Scholomance knew no General Obsidians, he knew the ilk of the Negaverse's generals. Finding himself in a trap like this may result in losing more limbs than he already had, or a second run-in with Schörl and Cinnabar, or further insidious affairs. This particular general sported the same hubris that he often relied on to escape otherwise damning situations, so Isaiah clung to that personality trait in hopes that he might yet escape an untimely demise. If nothing else, this head of their operation wouldn't know him by sight, so perhaps his history with the Negaverse went similarly unknown.
Habit urged him to call out to Gwen and Jada, but the pair were more than acquainted with such happenings. They needed none of his help, certainly. He was the one to need it most recently - he was the one knight present here that needed babysitting.
Unsurprisingly, Thomas was losing his s**t. Similarly unsurprisingly, the elevator wasn't answering the call. Often elevators lost power in the advent that the lights terminated, so Isaiah bothered not with it. Ice spared a moment to dig around in the darkness, hoping for some manner of weapon that he might drape about his neck and carry with him. Instead, he found only a broken wheelchair fragment, and promptly tossed it aside in favor of retaining full use of his arm. He departed for the stairwells empty-handed.
People started to find each other, and Isaiah listened to a kindred pottymouthed spirit calling out amongst the chaos. Again, he deliberated uniting with Jada or Gwen, but he needed to prove to them and himself that he could function without a helping hand.
You would've appreciated that one, Schörl.
The side door offered the most promise - the elevator likely wouldn't go anywhere until power was restored, and Isaiah didn't want to find himself on the a** end of a 2017 The Shining rendition courtesy of the hospital's stinginess. Several others held a similar idea, including Gwen, and Ice groaned to himself as Jada preferred checking on the boilers. Good on her for having that kind of bravery, he supposed. He personally wasn't about to become a steamed dumpling on the advent that it exploded.
Someone screamed as the knob was first touched, and Ice whipped about on high alert. The sound came from everywhere at once - perhaps the acoustics in the room screwed with him - and he came no closer to pinpointing its location. Again, someone touched the handle and received similar results. It was locked regardless, and while Isaiah fought back the onset of tinnitus, he wasn't interested in going out that way any longer. Elsewhere, someone called from the boiler and the brunt of the crowd followed suit, including Ice. The passageway offered every indication of disuse, including slow leaks and spider webs, and Isaiah felt his skin crawl as he paced himself with the group.
Jada stayed behind, Gwen chose the door to their left, so Ice settled on the door straight ahead while much of the group divided between remaining there or choosing the left door. The ringing remained in his ears as the old door gave way, and Ice found familiar thick doors lining the opposite wall. The air felt chill, and several gurneys sat polished and unused in the area. Of course. The Morgue. Like I could stand to be anywhere else. Ice scanned through the area with a discerning eye. It must be my lot as a Scholomance knight to be so tangled with the dead.
Lucky me.
A shroud bag sat on one of the tables, and Isaiah grimaced at it plainly. He spent enough time swimming through the bones of the dead at his own Wonder to want to bother with he dead here. He stood off to the side and let the rest of the group do what they would with it. It came as no surprise to him, then, when Gwen defaulted to the emotional approach and beat the s**t out of it. A few of the others had the wise idea to leave it alone - even if it was simply a corpse, defacing it now would only cause problems later on.
Then Jada started shouting about zombies, and Ice sighed inwardly. Of all the supernatural s**t we're put through, you go to zombies? I hope that's your codename for youma. Then someone else shouted about youma, and he knew well enough that the three of them weren't the only powered sorts in the room. Cats exploded from the bag, and a few people demonstrated their ineptitude with their weapons. The tension in the room reached toward fever pitch, especially with the intercom once again flaring to life.
Any reaction he had to the phrase 'nuthumpers' was promptly buried underneath the threat of starseeds. The thought alone wrenched his stomach into a knot, having already tasted one at Schörl's behest. If they wanted to lay claim to starseeds here, then he wondered just how many of these morgue slabs hid bodies that died of unknown cause. Beyond his post near one of the empty exam tables, someone called out the discovery of food.
From a morgue fridge. Food. Where dead bodies were stored.
The ******** is wrong with them? Wrapping his arm about himself, Isaiah felt far more comfortable leaving such food in the fridge where it didn't really belong. Anyone who partook of it would be judged as uncouth.
Rayna Farrell - "Playing with the food" (and maybe eating the worms after)
To say that the sight of two cats bursting out of the now open bag was strange, seeing the little stars on the foreheads just before they managed to find their own way out of the room had Rayna pondering if they had been guardians or if she had imagined seeing the stars. The morgue's chilly atmosphere became much colder once the General's message sunk in. This was not what Rayna had signed up for, nosirree bob. Although after gently tugging on the door yielded no results Rayna had to admit that she was indeed stuck here for the evening.
At the discovery of some food that was found in one of the cadaver drawers the teen went over to investigate before turning up her nose at the pudding. The gummy worms held potential interest but definitely not the pudding. Pocketing some of the worms for later consumption Rayna moved away from any group and seated herself next to the door. Swinging a worm around in a circle Rayna began pulling the gummy apart before eying the room. It was not going to be a comfortable place to rest. With a sigh the teen abandoned the door and noticed a sink in the corner. Going back to where the food was Rayna took a cup of pudding and opened it before dumping the contents into the nearest garbage can. Taking the now empty cup over to the sink Rayna rinsed it out as best as she could before filling it with water. Taking her water and worms back to her seat near the door she sipped at the liquid trying to ignore the faint aftertaste of chocolate.
Cats? She bristled, watching as they scampered the hell out, wondering if maybe Hania could follow. Maybe find a better way for them to get the hell out? But if they were Chaos guardians--if those stars were any sign--then that'd be putting him up against at least two, if not more opponents, and that idea alone made her blood run cold.
Scratch that s**t.
But at least she got to laugh a bit at the people hitting themselves. Christ, this was a mess. And that mess kept getting bigger to hear they'd be spending the night in the ******** morgue. Her face went pale as she looked at the closed coolers and felt bile rising in her throat at the notion of sleeping anywhere near bodies. Dead. Cold. Rotting...
She jerked herself away from the spiral of thoughts that made her chest tighten and limbs go cold, mimicking Hania in snatching up one of the freaking pudding cups and a bag of gummy worms. Really? They were going to feed them sugar?
"Only bright side is it's the weekend... and I'm definitely missing work. No call, no show. ********> She groaned as she took a seat against the disgusting wall, legs crossed and she patted her lap in silent offer for him to curl up if he wanted as she began to nibble on the gummy worms. "None of this makes a lick of sense. Why bother giving us food if they're trying to kill us or whatever?"
Orangeish Sherbert generated a random number between
1 and 5 ...
3!
Orangeish Sherbert
Lonely
Offline
Posted: Sun May 07, 2017 12:42 am
CALEB is...going to Play with the Food!Phone with Cord
Caleb’s wild swinging caused the phone to rebound against his forehead and he let out a yelp of pain, his hand going to rub at the spot as soon as the phone fell against the floor with a clatter once again. Damnit. Ow.
When the food was discovered and passed around, Caleb gave a look that was half amused and half horrified, taking his pudding cup and worms, he idly dipped the worms in the pudding and wiggled them around, but didn’t trust them enough to eat—who would eat anything that came out of a body bag fridge? That is…that was just sick.
No, hopefully tomorrow would come quickly so he could get the heck out of there…though, why they didn’t just continue on tonight was beyond him…but he was tired anyway…
Reply
