- Try to make communications with the outside world OOC: Try to make communications with the outside world. There is a RADIO CONTROL station set up. Unfortunately, masses of the infected wander around it. You need to sneak around the masses undetected to try to get to the top of the radio tower to work it.
[ Step 1 ] Radio tower detection is determined by how much your character is carrying.
A player character NOTHING in their (minis) inventory rolls 1d4. A victory is a 1-3
A player carrying 1 item in their minis inventory rolls 1d6. A victory is a 1-4
A player carrying 2 items in their minis inventory rolls 1d10. A victory is a 1-5
If you roll a FAIL, the mobs of infected notice you, and begin to chase you. GAME OVER (this task is a FAIL). Otherwise, continue forward.
[ Step 2 ]
You reach the top of the radio tower. Now, you see why this is an issue. At the top of the stairs is a room, and it is filled with hundreds of different communications lines. You would have to try each one to see if it works. It would take hours, days, if not months.
Roll 1d100. Match your dice roll to the result below an RP it out. You may keep on rolling until you are satisfied with your result, and then you may leave at any point.
1- 20: You get static on your line. It didn't work.
21 - 40: You get what sounds like someone talking on the line but it is difficult to make out.
41 - 60: You hear something. Someone shouting "Hello? This is-." It gets cut off.
61 - 80: You hear something. It comes loud and clear. "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."
81-90: You hear something. "- supplies shipped in daily. We try to do it from the air but we don't have many choppers left. They will dwindle after a while. --- seven days --- then ----" It cuts off.
91-100: You hear something. "-- 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."
Mission Bonus: +1 random clothing 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_stargaia_star
Joy Ann's thoughts swirled with all she had seen that day, her brain not processing any of it. She had gone into a bit of a mental coma with all the stimulus that had constantly assaulted her senses, none of it pretty. It was far from what she had been expecting when she'd set out from the prison that morning, but that about wrapped up her life recently. The first month had been a period of adjustments and now... Well, things just continued to go to hell, or maybe just continued on in hell.
Looking up, the radio tower slowly rose in Joy Ann's vision like a beacon of sanity. Radio... Tower... Her hand went to the smaller radio tucked into her bag, which had gone silent for the time being. The former teacher had always been more of a listener than a talker, and with her jaw feeling like it was broken, she certainly wasn't to be gabbing away to anyone, but the thought of being able to connect to the world out there even just to listen for a bit...
That decided it. Motioning to her companions that she was going off on her own for a bit, she tightened her backpack straps and ducked around the corner to head towards the radio tower. The shadows were moving, and Joy Ann had no idea if the things lurking in the shadows were Harbringers, infected, or undying. If she kept moving and kept quiet, surely they wouldn't be a problem though, right? She took off down the street at a light jog, thanking her lucky stars for the cardio training the prison's gym had afforded. She just had to get to the radio tower, she knew it was important for some reason...
Or the base of the tower could be surrounded by infected. Joy Ann grimaced, her brain immediately filing the shambling bodies as objects instead of people. Objects to dodge, quietly... She could do this, yes she could.
And she did. Barely. There had been one close call at the end there, but she managed to make it to the tower, up the stairs, and finally, finally into the control room at the top. SUCCESS! Or... Wires. Lots of wires.
Joy Ann sat down in one of the operator's seats with a sigh and looked around at the seemingly impossible task in front of her. Well, maybe if she turned this knob and plugged in this cord here... She put on the operator's headphones and listened hoping for something, anything...
Zone 1 - Currently has a broken jaw and can't speak well.
OOC
Character's name: Joy Ann McKinsley Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:yum_puddiyum_puddiyum_puddi Character's survival stats: yum_teayum_teayum_tea BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER ++ Hardworking, Compassionate // -- Disorganized, Insecure = Slightly shorter than average at 5'2", a little bit pudgy and known for giving great hugs = 22 years old with not nearly enough life experience = Mousy brown, shoulder-length braided hair = Formerly bright colored floral-print dress with leggings underneath = Large smile that has turned to worried grimace = Usually awkwardly left behind or forgotten about in conversations
Well that voice was definitely loud and clear. Joy Ann pushed one half of the headset off one ear, realizing belatedly that she should probably keep one ear trained for trouble in person as well as keeping one ear out for news.
Of course the warning was a bit late, not to mention a bit contradictory. Stay in your house and find the nearest shelter immediately? Good to know this wasn't a drill though. If it had been, well, she would have even more doubts about her sanity, wouldn't she?
Fiddling with the radio knob and changing out the cords, Joy Ann tried scanning the radio waves again. Was there anything left out there other than too-late warnings?
Zone 1 - Currently has a broken jaw and can't speak well.
OOC
Character's name: Joy Ann McKinsley Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:yum_puddiyum_puddiyum_puddi Character's survival stats: yum_teayum_teayum_tea BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER ++ Hardworking, Compassionate // -- Disorganized, Insecure = Slightly shorter than average at 5'2", a little bit pudgy and known for giving great hugs = 22 years old with not nearly enough life experience = Mousy brown, shoulder-length braided hair = Formerly bright colored floral-print dress with leggings underneath = Large smile that has turned to worried grimace = Usually awkwardly left behind or forgotten about in conversations
Static. Only static. Hmm, maybe if she turned the knob the other way then... Joy Ann fiddled with the radio set again, glad that there was plenty of daylight left. She certainly didn't want to spend too much time here and get locked out of the prison tonight. But if she could find out about what was happening... Maybe she should have tried to tell someone where she was going.
Zone 1 - Currently has a broken jaw and can't speak well.
OOC
Character's name: Joy Ann McKinsley Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:yum_puddiyum_puddiyum_puddi Character's survival stats: yum_teayum_teayum_tea BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER ++ Hardworking, Compassionate // -- Disorganized, Insecure = Slightly shorter than average at 5'2", a little bit pudgy and known for giving great hugs = 22 years old with not nearly enough life experience = Mousy brown, shoulder-length braided hair = Formerly bright colored floral-print dress with leggings underneath = Large smile that has turned to worried grimace = Usually awkwardly left behind or forgotten about in conversations
Or maybe it was the cable that was bad. Joy Ann sighed and chose a different input line. She tried to concentrate only on finding intelligible language in the earpiece instead of thinking about how much her jaw hurt. She was persistent; she could make this work.
Zone 1 - Currently has a broken jaw and can't speak well.
OOC
Character's name: Joy Ann McKinsley Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:yum_puddiyum_puddiyum_puddi Character's survival stats: yum_teayum_teayum_tea BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER ++ Hardworking, Compassionate // -- Disorganized, Insecure = Slightly shorter than average at 5'2", a little bit pudgy and known for giving great hugs = 22 years old with not nearly enough life experience = Mousy brown, shoulder-length braided hair = Formerly bright colored floral-print dress with leggings underneath = Large smile that has turned to worried grimace = Usually awkwardly left behind or forgotten about in conversations
Or maybe she had broken the radio set... Joy Ann frowned at the sound of even more static and adjusted the headset before choosing another input line. Come on, come on, surely there was someone out there. There was someone on her little radio, so surely there would be someone on the big one, right?
Zone 1 - Currently has a broken jaw and can't speak well.
OOC
Character's name: Joy Ann McKinsley Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:yum_puddiyum_puddiyum_puddi Character's survival stats: yum_teayum_teayum_tea BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER ++ Hardworking, Compassionate // -- Disorganized, Insecure = Slightly shorter than average at 5'2", a little bit pudgy and known for giving great hugs = 22 years old with not nearly enough life experience = Mousy brown, shoulder-length braided hair = Formerly bright colored floral-print dress with leggings underneath = Large smile that has turned to worried grimace = Usually awkwardly left behind or forgotten about in conversations
There! Right there! Joy Ann froze as she thought she heard words in the static. That was someone's voice, wasn't it? She fiddled with the tuning knob, frowning fiercely as the voice got louder and softer but not any clearer. Ugh! Technology! Why was it always this frustrating!
Zone 1 - Currently has a broken jaw and can't speak well.
OOC
Character's name: Joy Ann McKinsley Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:yum_puddiyum_puddiyum_puddi Character's survival stats: yum_teayum_teayum_tea BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER ++ Hardworking, Compassionate // -- Disorganized, Insecure = Slightly shorter than average at 5'2", a little bit pudgy and known for giving great hugs = 22 years old with not nearly enough life experience = Mousy brown, shoulder-length braided hair = Formerly bright colored floral-print dress with leggings underneath = Large smile that has turned to worried grimace = Usually awkwardly left behind or forgotten about in conversations
Joy Ann forgot to breathe as the voice finally solidified into understandable words. Someone was still out there! Only they got cut off before they could say who they were... Joy Ann stayed frozen in her seat, waiting for the next word to reveal who was broadcasting on such a large frequency.
One... Two... Three... Forty-four... Fifty-six... She counted to sixty before giving the speaker up as lost. Ugh, so close! She wasn't going to broadcast anything, of course, even if she thought it might be understandable, the fight earlier had proved that everyone else out there was definitely not friendly. Still, it would be nice to hear from them...
She chose a different input line and fiddled with the frequency knob again. Was she silly for not giving up so easily?
Zone 1 - Currently has a broken jaw and can't speak well.
OOC
Character's name: Joy Ann McKinsley Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:yum_puddiyum_puddiyum_puddi Character's survival stats: yum_teayum_teayum_tea BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER ++ Hardworking, Compassionate // -- Disorganized, Insecure = Slightly shorter than average at 5'2", a little bit pudgy and known for giving great hugs = 22 years old with not nearly enough life experience = Mousy brown, shoulder-length braided hair = Formerly bright colored floral-print dress with leggings underneath = Large smile that has turned to worried grimace = Usually awkwardly left behind or forgotten about in conversations
Same old, same old warning message. Joy Ann sighed and gave the knob a frustrated spin, wondering if she had grabbed the same input as before or if the emergency broadcast was being sent out in as many places as possible. What she needed was a pirate frequency. It was obvious that any remaining authorities weren't going to be of much help.
Zone 1 - Currently has a broken jaw and can't speak well.
OOC
Character's name: Joy Ann McKinsley Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:yum_puddiyum_puddiyum_puddi Character's survival stats: yum_teayum_teayum_tea BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER ++ Hardworking, Compassionate // -- Disorganized, Insecure = Slightly shorter than average at 5'2", a little bit pudgy and known for giving great hugs = 22 years old with not nearly enough life experience = Mousy brown, shoulder-length braided hair = Formerly bright colored floral-print dress with leggings underneath = Large smile that has turned to worried grimace = Usually awkwardly left behind or forgotten about in conversations
And more static. Frustrated, Joy Ann yanked the input line out and took a few moments to choose the next one. Not that the wires were really any different from each other, other than the theory that they connected to different transmitters somewhere, with different someones at each end.
Zone 1 - Currently has a broken jaw and can't speak well.
OOC
Character's name: Joy Ann McKinsley Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:yum_puddiyum_puddiyum_puddi Character's survival stats: yum_teayum_teayum_tea BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER ++ Hardworking, Compassionate // -- Disorganized, Insecure = Slightly shorter than average at 5'2", a little bit pudgy and known for giving great hugs = 22 years old with not nearly enough life experience = Mousy brown, shoulder-length braided hair = Formerly bright colored floral-print dress with leggings underneath = Large smile that has turned to worried grimace = Usually awkwardly left behind or forgotten about in conversations
Joy Ann rifled through her backpack, digging furiously for her notepad and pencil. Supplies... Air... Choppers... Seven days... Seven Days then what?! Who was speaking, and who were they speaking to?
She waited for another tense minute and then realized that whoever it was had stopped broadcasting or she had lost the signal. "Uuuuh," she groaned in frustration while fiddling with the knob in an effort to pick it back up. Anything, anything?
Zone 1 - Currently has a broken jaw and can't speak well.
OOC
Character's name: Joy Ann McKinsley Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:yum_puddiyum_puddiyum_puddi Character's survival stats: yum_teayum_teayum_tea BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER ++ Hardworking, Compassionate // -- Disorganized, Insecure = Slightly shorter than average at 5'2", a little bit pudgy and known for giving great hugs = 22 years old with not nearly enough life experience = Mousy brown, shoulder-length braided hair = Formerly bright colored floral-print dress with leggings underneath = Large smile that has turned to worried grimace = Usually awkwardly left behind or forgotten about in conversations
And she was back to the warning. She went to grit her teeth in frustration and then cried out at the pain the movement caused. Right, injured jaw. Around her tears, she felt stupid as well as useless and running out of hope.
How was the emergency broadcast supposed to help anyone. Hell, why wasn't someone out there helping them all! This wasn't the way life was supposed to work! Someone was always supposed to look out for those weaker than them, and then the weaker people looked out for the weaker people below them and... Everyone just got on. No diseased, no undying, no crazy thorns, no irresponsible, collapsed governments, and no need to live in a prison.
Joy Ann tried another input wire, not quite sure what compulsion was driving her on, but it seemed ridiculous to give up now. She had to hear something useful. She just had to.
Zone 1 - Currently has a broken jaw and can't speak well.
OOC
Character's name: Joy Ann McKinsley Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:yum_puddiyum_puddiyum_puddi Character's survival stats: yum_teayum_teayum_tea BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER ++ Hardworking, Compassionate // -- Disorganized, Insecure = Slightly shorter than average at 5'2", a little bit pudgy and known for giving great hugs = 22 years old with not nearly enough life experience = Mousy brown, shoulder-length braided hair = Formerly bright colored floral-print dress with leggings underneath = Large smile that has turned to worried grimace = Usually awkwardly left behind or forgotten about in conversations
And there was the message about supplies and choppers again... Please don't let that be a recording as well... Joy Ann made a note about hearing the same broken message in her notebook and turned the dial again, hoping to get it to be clearer. Why were the supplies running out exactly?
Zone 1 - Currently has a broken jaw and can't speak well.
OOC
Character's name: Joy Ann McKinsley Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:yum_puddiyum_puddiyum_puddi Character's survival stats: yum_teayum_teayum_tea BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER ++ Hardworking, Compassionate // -- Disorganized, Insecure = Slightly shorter than average at 5'2", a little bit pudgy and known for giving great hugs = 22 years old with not nearly enough life experience = Mousy brown, shoulder-length braided hair = Formerly bright colored floral-print dress with leggings underneath = Large smile that has turned to worried grimace = Usually awkwardly left behind or forgotten about in conversations
Nope, lost it again. Joy Ann deflated again and then perked up at the sound of another hello. Maybe there were more people out there trying to get through, and that was the message she should take back to her faction. That was somewhat positive, wasn't it? If only she could hear their names...
Zone 1 - Currently has a broken jaw and can't speak well.
OOC
Character's name: Joy Ann McKinsley Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:yum_puddiyum_puddiyum_puddi Character's survival stats: yum_teayum_teayum_tea BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER ++ Hardworking, Compassionate // -- Disorganized, Insecure = Slightly shorter than average at 5'2", a little bit pudgy and known for giving great hugs = 22 years old with not nearly enough life experience = Mousy brown, shoulder-length braided hair = Formerly bright colored floral-print dress with leggings underneath = Large smile that has turned to worried grimace = Usually awkwardly left behind or forgotten about in conversations
"Helloh," Joy Ann echoed as the greeting came over the airwaves again, even though she wasn't transmitting in any way. Maybe she ought to try to transmit something... Though with her jaw and all the other messages breaking up, it really wasn't worth it, was it? She changed the input and turned the knob yet again.
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