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Reply { ARCHIVED } ----------------- Day Zero, Sept 2015
[ Objective 3 ] Radio Head (Raffin)

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kuropeco

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PostPosted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 10:38 pm


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[ 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."
kuropeco rolled 1 10-sided dice: 5 Total: 5 (1-10)
PostPosted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 10:40 pm


Raffin was, perhaps, not the greatest at hand-to-hand combat or fighting - but if there was anything that Raffin was good at, it was going unnoticed. And he knew, at the very least, that he was capable of handling such a thing when it came to sneaking around. He'd learned to be as unobtrusive as possible during all of his experiments and observations, because that was exactly who he was - an observer, not a participant.

And he could apply the same logic now, when attempting to sneak around the hoards at the base of the tower.

Raffin edged around the cluster at the front, sidling carefully to their left, just out of range of their sight. They lumbered grotesquely, menacingly around, and he did not want them to see him, because if they saw him, they would try and attack him, and seeing as how the only weapons that Raffin had right now were his fists and terrible muffled eyesight presently, this seemed a terrible idea, now that he thought of it.

But they hadn't seen him, not yet. Raffin sidled along the wall of the radio tower, trying to go as slowly and carefully as possible, easing into every shadow he could see to try and blend into it. Sometimes he thought, with a jolt of surprise, that they had noticed him, or that they turned their heads towards him with snarls and clawed hands - but then nothing would happen, and he could breathe in a (putrid) sigh of relief.

It was a blessing when he finally managed to get into the radio tower, Raffin leaning against the interior wall with a hand against his chest, eyes momentarily shut. For someone who did not get emotional most of the time, trying to cross through clusters of tings that he didn't even deem human anymore was utterly nervewracking.

Well, he'd made it, at least, that was what mattered.

...except now he had no idea what he was supposed to do once he was actually in the radio tower, because Raffin had not exactly planned that far ahead, for a variety of reasons. He stared at the door across from him, took a breath, and then eased through it, taking the stairs one at at time, his pace slow and steady, a hand on the tile as he kept rising higher and higher and higher.

A door stood at the top; he pushed it open and stepped quietly inside, eyes landing on the contraptions with wires everywhere, and Raffin's shoulders slumped in defeat - at least, for a moment. Then he straightened, set his jaw, and decided to get to work.

kuropeco

Dramatic Marshmallow

kuropeco rolled 1 100-sided dice: 95 Total: 95 (1-100)

kuropeco

Dramatic Marshmallow

PostPosted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 10:53 pm


Raffin wasn't sure where to even start with the wires. He stood for a few minutes just staring at them, trying to sort through the mess without actually touching anything - but it seemed that logic was not something so easily applied here. He'd have to do everything much more hands-on, and that meant fiddling with said wires.

He stepped forward, a wary expression on his face. Raffin reached for the first set of wires and tried connecting them one way, and only got a lot of static. A second attempt got more static, but he thought he caught the faint sound of someone speaking. Raffin sank down into the moldy old chair in front of the switchboard and pushed a the cables closer together, bending over the connections.

And he did hear a voice this time, much more clear, though still fuzzy around the edges. Raffin's brow furrowed as he listened, trying to get as much information as he could from whoever it was that was talking; the voice was unfamiliar at best, warbling in and out as though the radio itself was badly tuned and unsteady.

Thorns? Virus? None of it made any sense.

Raffin listened for a few more minutes and then, with a sigh, he jotted down what he'd heard and slipped from the tower.


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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."
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{ ARCHIVED } ----------------- Day Zero, Sept 2015

 
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