+ It's All About Balance +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: Everyone!
Where: Mansion + Grounds
When: May 11-14
Rating: Will likely have violence and death; use content warnings at your discretion.
Summary: Someone or something is looking for Infinity Stones in Wonderland.
The Story:

This will be your main log for fighting aliens, reacting to the Snap, and any fall out. The top level for days 1 & 2 are up now, and the top levels for the Snap and the aftermath will go up late on the 12th. Hopefully, the reason for this will make sense once they’re posted!

Feel free to refer to the plotting post for more details!

Comments

[waitin]

( Clementine has been waiting to hear from Louis. Her arm has been bandaged up. She used masking tape to fix the powerful gun Rick once made for her to her crutches (she hasn't been using it much cause she doesn't know how long it'll last especilly without Rick here anymore to repair it, but this is- this is an emergency), because she has gotten so anxious that she thinks something has happened to him, and she's going to head out into the shit hole regardless of the dangers of it.

But she's had her network device beside her the whole time so she hears the call come in, and she lifts it up, expecting Louis on the other side. But it's not his voice. Her heart gives a heavy thump like a boulder falling off a cliff, and she almost can't breathe at first.

Can't quite put the words together into one thing.

Her eyes burn. Her throat locks up. The whole world crashes down, and she's shaking- she's shaking. A noise leaves her that is pure grief and anguish and--

She doesn't process it because she can't. But she must. She can't believe it until she sees it first, but she knows. It's true. it's true, it's true, it's true He's dead. He's bit. Maybe because he wasn't paying attention, maybe because he was looking for her, maybe because she hid when this all started instead-

For a second, she's young again, railing against the reality of it. No, no, no, no, you can't be. He can't be. Don't be bitten. Please, don't become one of them.

But it's too late. He already is. She couldn't even save him from that.

Some part of her goes back wherever it has to in order to do this, in order to do what she has become so familiar with. When she speaks, she doesn't recognize her own voice, hard and certain. )

Where are you?

[shslliar]

[He'll tell her the floor he's on, but...]

Look for the dead guy trying to break down the door.

[waitin]

Thanks for letting me know.

( Her voice is quiet, strained, but she means that part even as she tries to gather her strength together. Her hand reaches for her revolver so she can slide it where it belongs. )

I'll take care of it.

[shslliar]

Thanks...

[He hangs up and waits for her to get this mess over with. Occasionally, he bangs on the door to keep the zombie busy, but it's only a matter of time... How could this day get worse?]