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entrancelogs2017-02-05 10:51 pm
adaptiveimmunities) wrote in entrancelogs2017-02-05 10:51 pm
Come away little lamb; come away to the water
Who: Shaun and Georgia Mason and YOU???
Where: Sealed rooms, then water-filled corridors, then their room
When: During the event!
Rating: PG-13, character death, language
Summary: Shaun and George die and prove that every event can be a zombie event when they're around. And then afterward they hate everything.
The Story:
death scene - closed to shaun and george
It’s been a difficult few days, and constantly running out of air and then swimming somewhere where there is air has been taking a toll. They’re running low again, and Shaun is pretty goddamn tired of the whole thing, and he’s starting to feel light headed again. “You think this place is fucking with us, George? Maybe this is some kind of science experiment. How long we can chase air around? Because it fucking sucks.”
ZOMBIES IN THE WATER
[Zombies aren't as fast as humans on land. The good news is, they're even worse at swimming. The bad news is, they're not looking to feed. They're looking to infect. Sure, they'll bite you if they catch you, but even spit or their own blood is just as effective. And the more zombies they can make, the smarter they'll get.
Step right up and take your chances.]
back from the dead in the not eating people way.
George has experienced many things in her life. Being at a loss for words is a new one. But then again, so is dying, let alone waking up from being dead.
She's been staring at her laptop screen for ten minutes, but every time she starts typing, only nonsense comes out. Sometimes there are real words in the nonsense, but none of them come together how she wants them to. She knows what she wants to say. She always does. But somehow the concepts that are so clear in her mind aren't transferring into words.
Speaking's no easier, but there's one word she can manage as she shuts her laptop and looks up towards her brother almost desperately. "Shaun." He always understands what she isn't saying. It's all she can manage for now.
He looks up at the sound of her voice. He’s sitting on the bed in the corner of their office, keeping his distance from their technology at the moment. He’s already put a fist through a computer monitor that he’s going to have to replace, so that’s probably for the best. Not being able to talk is frustrating, because smartass remarks are his life, but not even being able to type is just infuriating.
He doesn’t speak--he doesn’t trust what’s going to come out of his mouth right now--but he does open his arms to her, inviting her to come over without the words that neither of them can seem to get out right.
[Feel free to stop by and check in, or check in over the network, but they're definitely grumpy right now, and communication will be a challenge.
Also, if they turned you into a zombie? They're both really sorry.]
Where: Sealed rooms, then water-filled corridors, then their room
When: During the event!
Rating: PG-13, character death, language
Summary: Shaun and George die and prove that every event can be a zombie event when they're around. And then afterward they hate everything.
The Story:
death scene - closed to shaun and george
It’s been a difficult few days, and constantly running out of air and then swimming somewhere where there is air has been taking a toll. They’re running low again, and Shaun is pretty goddamn tired of the whole thing, and he’s starting to feel light headed again. “You think this place is fucking with us, George? Maybe this is some kind of science experiment. How long we can chase air around? Because it fucking sucks.”
ZOMBIES IN THE WATER
[Zombies aren't as fast as humans on land. The good news is, they're even worse at swimming. The bad news is, they're not looking to feed. They're looking to infect. Sure, they'll bite you if they catch you, but even spit or their own blood is just as effective. And the more zombies they can make, the smarter they'll get.
Step right up and take your chances.]
back from the dead in the not eating people way.
George has experienced many things in her life. Being at a loss for words is a new one. But then again, so is dying, let alone waking up from being dead.
She's been staring at her laptop screen for ten minutes, but every time she starts typing, only nonsense comes out. Sometimes there are real words in the nonsense, but none of them come together how she wants them to. She knows what she wants to say. She always does. But somehow the concepts that are so clear in her mind aren't transferring into words.
Speaking's no easier, but there's one word she can manage as she shuts her laptop and looks up towards her brother almost desperately. "Shaun." He always understands what she isn't saying. It's all she can manage for now.
He looks up at the sound of her voice. He’s sitting on the bed in the corner of their office, keeping his distance from their technology at the moment. He’s already put a fist through a computer monitor that he’s going to have to replace, so that’s probably for the best. Not being able to talk is frustrating, because smartass remarks are his life, but not even being able to type is just infuriating.
He doesn’t speak--he doesn’t trust what’s going to come out of his mouth right now--but he does open his arms to her, inviting her to come over without the words that neither of them can seem to get out right.
[Feel free to stop by and check in, or check in over the network, but they're definitely grumpy right now, and communication will be a challenge.
Also, if they turned you into a zombie? They're both really sorry.]
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Hopefully.]
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With any luck, they won't be able to get it open again until he's well out of their range of vision.]
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