VALENTINE'S DAY CATCH ALL 12th-17th

[tom_hanniger]

Who: Anyone and everyone who wants to participate
Where: Literally every corner of the known universe
When: Again with the questions...
Rating: BIG BIG HORRIBLE WARNING LOTS OF DEATH AND FIGHTING AND GRAPHIC EVERYTHING I think you might need an adult...
Summary:

THIS IS A CATCH ALL LOG FOR THE DURATION OF THIS SITUATION

Here's what happens. If you want interaction with HARRY OR TOM, if you want to have a short thread with someone discovering a BODY or someone who is WOUNDED or generally just want some blood and guts it happens in here.

THAT BEING SAID if you want to write a log? Do it. I'm just trying to control the madness in one place...as if that might be easier to manage. It also means the community isn't TOO flooded with bodies and boxes of chocolate so those wanting to bypass this event will have less to look at.

IF YOU ARE A VICTIM, YOU MAY POST YOUR DEATH POST IN HERE
I mean, you can if you want but also feel free to make an independent post. Up to you.

Comment in with a header including date and place for whatever situation you're doing so we can just keep track. I'll do the same.

Questions, comments, plurk or aim or pm me. x

Comments

[airshipswank]

Stay inside. Lock your doors, and wait. If you absolutely must go anywhere, do not go alone. Stay alive. Stay safe. The warnings transmitted to them were more than abundantly clear.

...Small wonder then, that Buckingham saunters through the corridors by himself, as though his bravado could not possibly demand anything less. He is well-armed as ever, and more than confident that any confrontation would leave him victorious.

Small wonder still, that the commotion coming from the floor below does not turn his steps away, but quickens them instead. And yet, alas, by the time he finds his way the corridor lies deserted.

That is, deserted of life, not quite so devoid of the struggle's echo.

Buckingham approaches, curiously.

The display does not faze him, but neither is he enlightened by the sight. A man, but his face is pressed to the ground, and by built alone the duke recognises no familiarity. He lazily kicks the man's leg, but there is little to be confirmed beyond what the blood has not already told him.

The duke looks around. The corridor is empty still. Turn him around, perhaps? Have a glance at his face, at the very least, perhaps see to finding him a better resting place until he wakes....

Mhh, but all that blood on his doublet, for a stranger who might possibly be no more interesting in life than he is now, in death?

No, he should think not.

Buckingham shrugs, wipes the blood on his boots on a clean spot of carpet, and turns to leave.