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Zoobey
Artist

Magical Incubator

PostPosted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 8:42 pm


You somehow found the service entrance to the back of the hospital. It looks extremely broken and run down, and there are no lights within the interior.

Are you sure you want to venture further?


OOC
THE SERVICE ENTRANCE:

The hospital service entrance is only for people who have COMPLETED THEIR MAP. Read the GM ORP for more information on how to do so!

You must also own a flashlight!
PostPosted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 2:23 pm


She had spent most of the day (days? or mere hours?) outside because of the hints that had been passed along between the apartment crew: don't touch the thorns, don't stay inside the hospital for too long, and her own personal don't stop moving. So for a brief moment when she saw a building form in the fog, Taysia had wildly thought she had at last found home base. Up close, however, and after perusing a bit of her new map, she realized it was just the hospital's service entrance again and growled a sigh.

But this was a different part of the building she hadn't yet explored. All signs pointed to don't do the thing, especially since the last time she had tried going inside, a ghost of her dad had basically accosted her. But unfortunately, despite her efforts to fight off whatever the infection was trying to do to her, she still possessed some fatal trace of curiosity and tried the door anyhow. The map had to have a purpose, right? Maybe it was leading her to some place special.

Switching her flashlight on, she hazarded a few steps within the service entrance. God, she wished this radio actually freaking worked right about now just to alert someone to her position or something. But at least she felt a little more prepared to handle things than she had before. Or at least, her trusty shovel hadn't failed her yet.

Map Pieces: 1|2|3|4|5

OOC

[ Infection Rate ]: 5/100
Character's name: Fantasia Moore
Character's faction: Apartments
Character's journal link: xxx
Character's survival stats: xxx
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5ft even African American with dreads, dark eyes, and a very hard to read affect. wears tan sweater, gloves, goggles, and a hat.

Zoobey


medigel

Anxious Spirit


Zoobey
Artist

Magical Incubator

PostPosted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 6:25 pm


At the very end of the service entrance, past a long winding set of stairs and a room that was impossible to find without a flashlight was a doorway.

The inside was just as ominous as outside, covered in fog and writhing vines. They vines seemed to move as they came in contact with the living, reaching towards any moving source.

At the very end of the room was an elevator.

It only had one button going down.


medigel
PostPosted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 6:53 pm


"Stupid...Come on, don't die on me..." She shook the flashlight until it was properly working, her heart rate having dramatically increased in its previously flickering glow. Squinting around, she made her way down a winding set of stairs, anxious she might fall off, or something might break, or any number of possible worst case scenarios even long after her feet hit the ground again.

They seemed to pale in comparison to the idea of vines entering the realm of possibility.

Vividly she recalled the dreams (visions? hallucinations) touching the flower had given her, especially the one that had been about assimilation. Maybe there had been a grain of truth to them after all? But then what the ******** did a chalice have to do with all of this? Christ, she was pretty sure she wouldn't even a salad after this if she lived through this, she was sick of plants.

Deciding it was best to just go for it, Taysia headed for the elevator in hopes of hitting the button and getting in before the vines had other ideas.

OOC

[ Infection Rate ]: 5/100
Character's name: Fantasia Moore
Character's faction: Apartments
Character's journal link: xxx
Character's survival stats: xxx
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5ft even African American with dreads, dark eyes, and a very hard to read affect. wears tan sweater, gloves, goggles, and a hat.

Zoobey


medigel

Anxious Spirit


Zoobey
Artist

Magical Incubator

PostPosted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 7:15 pm


There was a rough buzzing noise as the elevator opened. It was relatively clean on the inside, and surprisingly still well-lit, with just the elevator lights flickering occasionally.

The elevator would close whenever prompted, by again, two sets of buttons on the inside. One to close the door, the other to go down. It wasn't a very fancy elevator, there was no glass paneling, each side was simply barricaded by steel walls. There would be no indication how long the trip down was, it just seemed like an infinite claustrophobic abyss of waiting.

At the bottom, for those who had braved the elevator, the doors would buzz again and slowly churn open.

There was a perfectly lit hallway in outside the elevator, highly reminiscent of a hi-tech laboratory that was also entirely abandoned. The floors and ceiling were clean, without a trace of fog, blood, or vines, and there were no bodies in sight either. There was however, in the reception right in front of the elevator, a computer, still running a screensaver. Papers were strewn everywhere: whomever had been here prior had left in a hurry. There was still an old coffee mug from who knows how long ago with now molding liquid in it.


medigel
PostPosted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 7:31 pm


Once inside and safe, and once she had just mashed the button down (she'd seen the upper floors, she wanted no part of them), Taysia gave a rattling sigh and began to pace. The elevator ride certainly gave her enough time to. Where was this taking, her, literally hell?

Well, Dante forgot to mention any of the circles being so clean if so.

There was actual running power here. Fantasia was awed as she stepped forward, eyes running along the sterile confines of the room. What kind of basement complex was this? Had the Delta hospital been running a secret project or something from down here? It looked completely evacuated, which was a huge sigh of relief; she didn't want to come across more stitched smiles and gore.

Absentmindedly she grabbed papers off the floor near the desk, but her attention went mainly on the still working computer. (It was Day Zero, and she was procrastinating on her homework again, staring down the fragments of an essay on some explorer who had explored the Quebec province or some bullshit like that--)

Eyes lighting up with dread and anticipation, Taysia hit the space bar to bring the screen back to life.

OOC

[ Infection Rate ]: 5/100
Character's name: Fantasia Moore
Character's faction: Apartments
Character's journal link: xxx
Character's survival stats: xxx
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5ft even African American with dreads, dark eyes, and a very hard to read affect. wears tan sweater, gloves, goggles, and a hat.

Zoobey


medigel

Anxious Spirit


Zoobey
Artist

Magical Incubator

PostPosted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 7:36 pm


The screen lit up.

At first it just sank to a blank screen again, and then a series of letters, characters, began to scroll down the length of the screen, similar to old operating systems booting. The white text scrolled and scrolled and then stopped at the very bottom.

The text bar blinked a few times, otherwise stationary, and then several words began to play along the bottom, typing themselves out.

Hello Fantasia. We have been waiting all this time. Are you ready?


medigel
PostPosted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 8:27 pm


She gave the screen a look. "This some Matrix s**t up in here..." Wiping her palms on her sweater, she began to type a response.

I guess. Ready for what tho Morpheus bc there's already a lot of s**t going down.

OOC

[ Infection Rate ]: 5/100
Character's name: Fantasia Moore
Character's faction: Apartments
Character's journal link: xxx
Character's survival stats: xxx
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5ft even African American with dreads, dark eyes, and a very hard to read affect. wears tan sweater, gloves, goggles, and a hat.

Zoobey


medigel

Anxious Spirit


Zoobey
Artist

Magical Incubator

PostPosted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 8:47 pm


The screen turned black again and then static.

And then a black and white, poorly recorded video began to play. It displayed some unknown lady in front of a computer camera. "Um, testing, day one, testing. Begin recording." She cleared her throat. "We've isolated a sample of the original virus to see if it can replicate. It doesn't just replicate, it grows sentient." They looked behind them and the screen cut off.

The video began to play again. "Day seven. It can speak now. Simple words. It takes on appearances of people, whatever it touches. We gave it a new name. The strain. We-" The video stopped.

There was a long pause of static and then the video started again, however, this time it was excessively choppy. There was only vague flashing black and white images instead of a clear display of the person. "Day twelve. -- A severe miscalculatio-- witn-- shou-- know--. Too--" It cut off.

The screen turned dark and the words began to play.

Now, do you know?

Before Fantasia could respond, videos began to play again, but this time it wasn't just of one person. It was of various images, flashing too fast for comfort. The undying tearing out from people's bodies, victims clawing out their own flesh, people cutting each other open, people eating each other, humans vomiting blood, eyes bleeding, succumbing to the infection as their skin peeled and beneath were thousands of vines thorns maggots wormsfleshbonesskincorpseseyesteeth-

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The videos stopped just as the text stopped. All the lights and the computer electricity turned off and there was a loud thud that echoed from the hallways behind.


Medigel
PostPosted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 9:06 pm


OOC

[ Infection Rate ]: 5/100
Character's name: Fantasia Moore
Character's faction: Apartments
Character's journal link: xxx
Character's survival stats: xxx
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5ft even African American with dreads, dark eyes, and a very hard to read affect. wears tan sweater, gloves, goggles, and a hat.

Zoobey


medigel

Anxious Spirit


Zoobey
Artist

Magical Incubator

PostPosted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 11:15 pm


Silence.

And then the lights flickered on. She was going to be okay. One by one, the machines whirred to life, with the exception of the computer. A few more moments passed, and then the elevator dinged, and opened again, waiting for Fantasia.


medigel
PostPosted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 11:29 pm


She all but bolted into the elevator and smacked the button to go back up, a well of dread rising within her as she imagined what might be waiting above. "Why'd you lead me here?" she thought aloud, aware it probably wasn't going to answer but needing to hear herself do something beyond breathe shallowly. "What the hell are you? Are we supposed to...like find something to fix it, or...Are you looking for something, o-or...God," Taysia wiped at her brow and softly whimpered, "I hate hospitals."

She didn't know if there was really an antivirus for this sort of thing, but she did know fire was starting to look better and better. The lack of knowledge was killing her--possibly literally at this point.

OOC

[ Infection Rate ]: 5/100
Character's name: Fantasia Moore
Character's faction: Apartments
Character's journal link: xxx
Character's survival stats: xxx
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5ft even African American with dreads, dark eyes, and a very hard to read affect. wears tan sweater, gloves, goggles, and a hat.

Zoobey


medigel

Anxious Spirit


Zoobey
Artist

Magical Incubator

PostPosted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 11:45 pm


There was a loud churning and the elevator flickered, nearly dropping power again before slowly, dubiously rising. The lights stopped flickering and the ascension was painfully slow. It was just her in the elevator.

Was it moving at all?

Fantasia's terrified face reflected against the pristine metallic surface of the elevator-

- and so did something else behind her.


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medigel
PostPosted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 8:04 am


She pinned herself into one of the elevator's corners and cursed some more as it sputtered and then slowly rose again. Only when she has peeled herself away and saw the dark reflection behind her did that emotions straddle the line between fear and outright anger.

"Not you ********," Taysia growled as she turned around and went for her shovel. Was it like those things she and Rajni had beat up outside? She could take another; it was something to vent her extraneous and nervous energy.

OOC

[ Infection Rate ]: 5/100
Character's name: Fantasia Moore
Character's faction: Apartments
Character's journal link: xxx
Character's survival stats: xxx
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5ft even African American with dreads, dark eyes, and a very hard to read affect. wears tan sweater, gloves, goggles, and a hat.

Zoobey


medigel

Anxious Spirit


The Semblance of Unity

Predestined Victim

PostPosted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 11:21 am


Dazs clutched his flashlight as though it was a lifeline. He and Giuseppe had ventured outside, hoping to find some kind of thinning of fog. Of course, he'd kept an eye on his brother, worried that he might hie off into the fog on a whim. Dazs had also collected pieces of some kind of map and he only hoped it led to supplies.

"Come on," he whispered. His flashlight illuminated a door, briefly. A service door. Without a second thought, he entered. Dazs did not realize that, by entering, he'd left Giuseppe outside, in the dark, with no way to get in...



Map Pieces: [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]

Infection: 0/100
HP: 38/50
OOC

Character's name: Haagendazs St. Pierre
Character's faction: Mall
Character's journal link: Here
Character's survival stats: #86
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 15 year old boy. [x]

seussi
bye ;_;
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