[OPEN]

[geiger]

Who: Nora, Elizabeth, Makoto, and OPEN
Where: Alexandria
When: Throughout the event
Rating: PG to start
Summary: Catch-all for my characters for the event
The Story: Starters are in the comments. If you'd prefer a different starter for your character, poke me and I'll put one up for you!

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Nora

[geiger]

Day 1
She wakes in a home that is at once strange yet familiar. The suburbs are not Sanctuary, nor any place in the Commonwealth, but they feel as though they could be. The houses were clearly nice once; she could see in her mind's eye people sitting on porches in the summer sun or having barbecues on the lawn. It was the kind of nice little picket fence community that she and Nate had dreamed of, and finally been able to move to, before the war. She feels a pang of longing for him and Shaun now.

Slowly she peeks out of the doorway, glancing up and down the deserted street, her gun in one hand and a jagged length of pipe that the closet had given her in the other.

"Hello? Anyone else out there?"


Day 2
Food has become her foremost priority, especially since she realised that the closets wouldn't give them anything at all. She'd found a few bits and pieces around the home in which she'd come to, things that must have been too much bother for the previous owners to take when they cleared out, random things like cocoa powder and baking soda and the long since thawed and rotted remains of a bag of frozen peas.

Even with the walkers beginning to congregate at the gates, she knows she needs to get out there and hunt something for dinner. Poking the pipe through the hole in the gate and skewering the walkers in her path in the head, she walks out past the gates in search of dinner.


Day 3
It was difficult for Nora to resist the impulse to charge out into the street, weapons blazing. If there weren't so many of them, she'd do just that. As it is, she waits just behind the door, an axe clenched in her hands (she'd changed out the pipe for one, the better for chopping off heads with), just waiting for the slightest hint of movement outside, for a target to take down.

When she hears a scream outside, though, she can't sit idly by. She pushes the door open with a loud bang, enough to draw the walkers' attention away from whoever they'd been aiming for just long enough. "Hey, assholes. Over here."

[OOC: Nora will get bitten on day 3, looking for a volunteer to put her down!]

Day 3 - My Little Pony, Friendship is Mercy Killing

[morework]

If there is any advantage to Wonderland's cruel games, then it is knowing that they can always play for time. If they outlast the enemy, they win. Cullen intends to do that fighting.

The right technique for that is only a matter of some practice. A swing to sever the head, a thrust into the living skull on the ground. A thrust through the head, if the angle permits. By the third day it comes naturally, and the first of four falls to his blade. He can see how the other three will go down in a moment-- Or could, before a cracking sound makes his head turn, just in time to see wooden boards splinter, a poorly barricaded shed burst, and two more zombies spill forth, stumbling too fast to dodge.

Cullen pushes the first aside, but another latches on, teeth buried in mercifully thick leather, heavy enough to pull him down. He meets a patch of concrete, fall unbroken. His own scream does not register, and Cullen already reaches for his dagger. A quick stab, enough to stop the one that tore him down, a poor match for the others descending--

--until a voice catches their attention. Cullen seizes the opportunity, and pushes the now once again properly dead weight off of his sword. Hastily he rises to his feet, and gain's a step's distance. Just in time for half the zombies to pay him mind again. He swings his sword, and another head rolls.

[geiger]

Her shouting gives him the time he needs, and Nora's relieved to see he can more than hold his own against the horde when he's not outnumbered. That doesn't mean she's about to stand aside, though, especially now the walkers know she's there. She swings her axe at the one nearest her, cleaving the head in two, pushing a few more aside as she moves toward the thick of the fighting.

"You okay there?"

[morework]

"I am now."

A pair of them stumbles closer, the cloying stench of decay now enough to freeze his blood. Cullen swallows bile, but the opportunity doesn't escape him: He kicks the one closest, the one far more rot than man, and its brittle bone gives. One-legged now it stumbles and falls, and Cullen is free to dispatch the second of the pair.

Free to finally get a better look at his timely rescue, too.

"--Thanks to your intervention."

[geiger]

"No problem." She says it as naturally as though she'd just helped him out of a far more mundane situation than being attacked by flesh eating zombies. "We'd better get out of the street, though. Who knows when the next wave will show up."

Day 2!!

[mettatonvevo]

It's as she's making her way outside the gates, skewering erstwhile people, that she sees a curious sight. A pink, black and grey humanoid figure, walking cool as can be through the walkers congregated outside the community. If she makes her way closer at all she can figure out who, exactly, it is. Though if she didn't recognize it, the figure sees her rather quickly and perks up visibly, starting to make its way to her.

"Nora! Hello-!"

He stops when he realizes the sounds he is making are stirring up the Walkers and he quiets down, opting instead to wave at her excitedly. When he goes quiet the Walkers return to aimlessly shambling around, paying him absolutely no mind.

[geiger]

She turns when she hears his voice, instinctively going to tell him to quiet down as the sound will both attract the walkers and scare away potential food, but sees that the same thought has occurred to him before she has to say anything. Smiling, she waves back enthusiastically, before she returns her attention to the couple of remaining walkers that had shuffled over with the sound of the gate opening. Once they're dispatched she relaxes a little, beckoning for Mettaton to join her if he wishes.

"How are you doing?"

[mettatonvevo]

Nora moves with such clarity of purpose in taking those zombies down Mettaton is almost surprised. Then again, she did mention being in a scarred wasteland the last few times they had talked, so it made sense that she was so capable.

"I'm doing rather well for a Wonderland event! What about you? You seem to be holding your own splendidly!"

[geiger]

"This is the kind of event I feel right at home in." She sorely wished she didn't, in a way, but she knew that it was good that she had an advantage here. "I wish they'd let us have more guns, though. I don't like having to get too close to these things to fight them."

day 3, I hope you don't mind the late tag-in!!!

[normandysbest]

Shepard has been trying to keep her distance; she's a sniper, gun-trained more than anything, and being without her full armor set she needs to be careful. As it stands, she's trying to use her tactical cloak to get around this hoard, but nothing's been working perfectly right, and of course it drops out mid-hoarde.

She's swapped over to her omni-tool, slashing through things, and the yell is more of a frustrated distraction-- but goodness, is that distraction needed. As soon as the zombie swivels it's head away from her, Shepard lands a hard kick in it's stomach, landing it on the floor as she scrambles to her feet and jams the glowing omni-blade directly through it's face.

Shepard looks up towards the other woman, pushing the sweat-slicked hair off her forehead. "Thanks. Don't think we're done yet, though." Her eyes drift to the side, where more begin to shamble forward. "You ready?"

of course not! c:

[geiger]

When she's sure the distraction has worked and Shepard's in no imminent danger, she leaps into the fray, cleaving the head of one walker in two with her axe and crushing another's skull under her boot as it loses its balance. She barely has time to get her breath back before the next wave of the horde shamble toward them.

She nods at Shepard, confirming she's ready to keep going. "I wish I'd started to keep count of how many I've killed, now."

yaaaay

[normandysbest]

Goodness, it's good to have someone ready for combat by her side. Shepard's spent most of this, and many dangerous events, protecting those who can't protect themselves. It's fulfilling, but exhausting-- and she looks ready to go for round two, so Shepard readies herself, tightening her grip on the handle of the electronic blade.

"Yeah, same. I was shooting them down at the gate but I had to fall back when it got too loud." She's still got a number of shots left in her, but she can't overload them both with more now, not when they're already outnumbered. "Gotta love Wonderland's idea of a weekend getaway."

[geiger]

"I've had to save my bullets. Got a few if things get tight, though." She wished that she'd stockpiled more, but she was used to going through bullets so quickly in the wasteland that it was a difficult mindset to get into.

"Right? At least we're not just sitting around waiting for an event, though. I'd rather be in the thick of things, though admittedly not with hordes of the undead."

Elizabeth

[uncaging]

Day 1
She's never been so thankful for anything as she is for the present Dr Pines had given to her at Christmas - the stockpile which would get her through the next few days. Elizabeth keeps to the upper floor of the house she'd woken in, keeping a watch out of the window and shouting out from it to people she recognises in the street, beckoning for people to come up and while away some time with her in the hope of distracting them both from the dismal town and its impending threat.


Day 3
She'd woken to the sound of floorboards creaking downstairs, and she'd stupidly called out, thinking it was someone coming to rouse her from sleep. Instead the only response is the low, inhuman groan of the walkers, making their way upstairs now they know there's fresh meat for them to tear into.

Running is out of the question. She shouts for help, hoping desperately that someone will hear her, that they aren't in too much danger themselves to come and rescue her. Then she swings the rapier at the first of the wave of zombies, sticking the blade right between its eyes, hoping to buy herself as much time as she can.

i got u // day 3

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

This is probably the worst thing that could happen. Not only was the place crawling with zombies, but he was having to rely on human weapons to keep himself even the slightest bit into safe that he could manage. Someone knew where Aziraphale might be, and staying in one place became impossible as the walkers started to move further into the pleasant little suburb that had been constructed for them.

It was never going to be easy, was it.

Luckily enough, Crowley is also very good at being quiet. Something that does not seem to be shared by the majority of the mansion residents. He hears the shout for help and almost rolls his eyes, before he realises - with a drop in the pit of his stomach - that he knows the voice. The demon hesitates, painfully aware of his current state of mortality, but something in him kicks him into gear and it's with a hiss under his breath that he begins running towards the house.

It's luck alone that he finds a ladder in the garden, long enough to prop up against the side of the house and reach up to an upstairs window. It's luck, too, that he finds it open. He slips inside and follows the noises, immediately locating his target, swiping at the horde pushing their way up the stairs with a-- what is that. A rapier?

No time.

"Duck!"

He swings. Two walkers go tumbling over the banister and down to the room below. Crowley grabs her by the hand.

"Now would be an excellent time to start running."

[uncaging]

Elizabeth doesn't realise her saviour is Crowley until she hears him speak, which snaps her out of her some of the fear she feels, as does the feel of his hand in hers. Relief rushes through her, as well as an overwhelming sense of guilt that she may have put him in danger. No, it's all right, she reminds herself - he's a demon, he'll be fine in the face of the undead.

"Mr Crowley! I'm not sure where there is to run to. The whole town is like this."

She leans forward, swiping at a nearby walker with her sword to keep it from grabbing at them.

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

As a demon, he would have had no problem with these things at all. Had he been a demon, they'd be out of here already. Right now, though, Crowley is not a demon, has none of his associated abilities. That is most of the reason why he's tugging very insistently at her hand and backing up towards the door to the room he came in through.

"Leave that part to me. Right now, my only priority is not becoming one of them."

There's a kind of urgency in his voice that isn't often heard, and he jabs with the end of the bat at one of the walkers who gets too close.

"Elizabeth. Come on."

[uncaging]

She's certain there's no escape, but she knows that they need to at least try. A memory rises unbidden - Booker DeWitt grabbing her hand and dragging her through the tower as it collapsed around them - and she knows she must trust Crowley now in the face of similar uncertainty.

She nods decisively, moving after him, keeping as close as she can to Crowley and as far away from the walkers, which logistically is a little difficult to arrange.

Makoto

[strategised]

Day 1
Making sure her friends are safe is her first priority. Makoto goes from house to house, searching for the rest of the Phantom Thieves as well as the people she's met in her short time at Wonderland. It's her first event, and she's not entirely certain of what to expect, so she decides to plan for every eventuality.

First of all, that means setting up a central point where people could exchange information or receive medical care. She'd promised Mikan the latter, and was glad she was able to deliver, making an informal waystation on the porch of the house she'd woken in and staying there late into the night.

Day 3
She wasn't used to fighting so many enemies at once, but the principle wasn't that much different to fighting shadows. She'd grabbed a pair of tekko from the closet at first, but had quickly realised that she didn't want to have to be in such close proximity to the walkers when she attacked them, knowing they could bite her hand as she tried to punch them. She'd settled instead for an axe, quite a bit lighter than the one she'd seen Haru use, perfect for chopping into zombies.

She's found summoning Johanna takes a great deal more effort here than it does in the cognitive world or even in the mansion, and had resolved to try to get through the event without her. That thought goes out the window, however, when she spots someone surrounded by walkers, far too many for her to hack her way through. She summons her Persona, feeling the bike roar to life beneath her, and crashes through the crowd of walkers, crushing many under the wheels as she speeds toward the person needing assistance.

Day 3

[moraloutrage]

Someone is indeed surrounded by walkers, and it's a familiar face. Kiyotaka Ishimaru is armed only with a club that he is just barely using to fend them off. But he cannot hold them off for much longer. Any moment now, one of their strikes could slip through and get him. The end seems inevitable.

But then, he hears a noise and looks over in time to see a motorcylce roaring towards him - and over walkers.

"Wh-what?!"

[strategised]

Makoto heads straight for him, walkers knocked aside or ground under the wheels as she draws closer. She finds they're drawn to the sound of the engine revving, staggering toward her to investigate as she runs them down.

When she reaches Ishimaru, she breaks very suddenly, tyres squealing.

"Get on!"

[moraloutrage]

Ishimaru was almost frozen with fear, but he looks hopeful as he sees the motorcycle approaching. And he quickly recognizes the rider!

"N- Nijima-san?!"

He did not expect her to rescue him on a motorcyle armed with an axe, but he knows that he shouldn't underestimate the abilities of a student council president.

Without wasting a moment, he leaps onto the motorcycle! Although in his rush, he ends up sitting backwards.

Day 1

[cakebuffet]

Ann has seen other events in her short time here, but this is the first truly dangerous one aside from the crossing over of the Mirrors. She's never had to deal with extreme conditions like this before, but her survival instinct still kicks itself into overdrive- first order of business is locating everyone else, then making sure they're armed with not only weapons, but whatever food and water they can scrounge up. If what she's learned about Wonderland holds true, this is going to be a rough few days.

She happens to be rummaging through the pantry of the house she'd awakened in when Makoto arrives, her search momentarily forgotten when she catches a glimpse of her friend through her peripheral vision, relief washing over her.

"Makoto!" Thank goodness. If anyone is organized enough to get them through all of this, it's her. Ann is quick to get to her feet, a few cans of beans scattered behind her on the floor. "I was about to head out to look for you and the others, but I wanted to check this place for supplies first-- just in case someone else came and cleaned them out while I was gone."

[strategised]

Makoto breathes out a sigh of relief when she sees Ann. While she knows her friend can handle herself, she's also certain that they're far stronger as a team than they are apart.

"That was the right call." She glances at the cans of beans, hopeful that they'll last them a couple of meals. "I haven't found any food at all so far, or any of the others either."

[cakebuffet]

There's absolutely strength in numbers, now more than ever.

"We'll have to ration it carefully-- it usually lasts a few days when Wonderland changes like this, but hopefully we can find more." There's still plenty of places to search in this particular house, and no telling what the others might have found. She sighs, worriedly biting at her lower lip.

"You're the first one I've found, too. Here's hoping the others aren't far behind. We should stock up on weapons, too. I know you only need your fists, but it might not be a good idea to get that close to zombies if you can help it."

Bites, and all.