Jul. 16th, 2017

singloversing: Two Birds - Regina Spektor (And I'm sorry)
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[Wirt doesn't look good.

He's pale, and he's having a little trouble holding the camera steady. Too beat to stand, he's sitting on the floor leaning against the wall. Thinking is hard and he doesn't want to send out this message at all, but he doesn't have a choice in the matter.
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I...I need someone to do me a favor.

[It takes him a moment to summon up the nerve to keep going. He uses his free hand to pull his cape tighter around him.]

I need someone to look after my brother Greg. He's only six and I-I'm not-- I'm not good in a fight and I can't really protect anyone. [His voice hitches, his nerves failing him for moment.] I-I can't even protect myself, how can I--

[He can't do this. He pokes his arm out from under his cape and knots his fingers in his hair. The famous cone hat falls off. It takes him a second to collect himself again.]

I-I just. I need someone to come look after Greg, and I need someone to not-- n-not tell me I'm an idiot or dumb whatever for this because like I know that already and it doesn't change anything, so can someone please do that? Please? Please, I...I-I need...

[He shuts his eyes tight and rubs at them. This message is too hard to do without being that guy who cries on the network and he doesn't want to go down with that kind of reputation.]

...I-I need someone to look after him. I...I'm going to go once someone says they'll come. I don't want to leave him alone, but I c-- I. I...need to. Soon. ...Thank you.

[He rattles off their current address quickly and when he pulls the camera closer to shut it off, for a second viewers can see that his other arm is heavily bandaged and blood-stained. It's been hurting him, but he wasn't sure if anyone would come if they could see it, so he's been trying really to keep it out of frame.]
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[The camera's pointed at Jay's shoes. Wherever he is, it's carpeted, and it's at least somewhat well-lit. When he finally speaks, it's at a whisper and oddly flat.]

If anyone was thinking about using the last house on...Lakeview Drive for shelter...

[A gas can swings into view, and a narrow stream of gasoline leaks from the spout onto the carpet. The camera tilts for a second, revealing a well-furnished suburban bedroom with lazy gasoline loops painted across both the floor and the bed.]

...Don't.

[Jay starts down the stairs, trailing fuel behind him.]

Don't get anywhere near this place. If you're looking for me, [He tries and fails to suppress a cough. The fumes must be getting to him.] I won't be around either.

[He's in the living room now. Jay pans the camera across the room--couches, coffee table, TV, stereo--before dribbling the last of the gasoline across the floor and up to an open window. He tosses the can aside.]

Last warning.

[Jay reaches up to the inactive stereo, twisting the volume dial as low as it can go. Hand visibly trembling, he switches it on. Nothing. Good. He switches the input to "radio". His breathing is audible now, high and ragged.

He twists the volume knob, and the speakers come to life with the deafening roar of...well, you win some, you lose some.

Jay bolts from the house, leaving the front door hanging open.

There's chaos for a moment, leaves hit the camera lens, and then Jay's looking down from a reasonably sized oak tree. A corpse shambles into view, heading straight for the house. Jay cuts the feed.]


[OOC: Jay has just attempted to create walker-bait out of the last house at the end of a dead-end street. Very loud, very flammable walker-bait. He's stolen Tim's lighter, and he's planning to shut the front door and light the place up through the window once enough bodies find their way inside.

Feel free to use this post to yell at him/cheer him on/try to stop him/try to help him.]
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[NETWORK MESSAGE]

Okay, so everyone's panicking and I get that. But it's just bites, right? Everyone's saying it's from bites. So if it's only a scratch and didn't go anywhere near their mouths, that's okay right? I just.

I need one of you people to tell me it's going to be fine. So if you can't do that then don't bother.

[She glances back over her shoulder, and then records the rest in a lower tone.]

Oh, and I'd appreciate it if you kept your voices down if you could. I don't really want her to know I'm asking about this.


[BONUS ACTION FOR DAYS 3-4]

[As it turns out, "just a scratch" really isn't an issue that can be easily dismissed. And while two infected friends might drift off together in a tight hug, the creatures that emerge care less about things like friendship and togetherness. They separate, and then they wander.

Maya's not sure where she walks after that. She doesn't see much through the milky-white film blocking her eyes. But what she does know is that she's hungry, and that following the herd might make her less so.]

{{ OOC note: Or, to put it more plainly, feel free to use this post as a place to park any threads where you'd want to thread against a PC zombie. She's all up in your space, trying to gnaw your kneecaps. }}
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[However awkward this broadcast is, given how the Taishou is unfamiliar with technology, he still manages to make it sound quite grave. When the device finally focuses up on his face, he looks serious indeed, although he's not yet become remotely panicked.]

Have you a sword, citizens? I would fight for your safety all the better if I was able to wield one, but unfortunately, my blades did not arrive with me.

Your help is appreciated. I fear we must prepare for the worst.

[That's all he says. Brief but to the point.]
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[There's that familiar sound of groaning walkers in the background as Turing starts talking. Their tone sounds very rushed and stressed out, unsurprisingly considering the situation.]

I'm going to keep this brief because, well, I assume we're all in a tight spot at this point. However, I feel that I may be of assistance to some of you. Being a non-organic being, it seems that these...zombies have no interest in me whatsoever. Still, I can't just sit here doing nothing if anybody needs any assistance!

If you need me to help out in any way possible - say for instance, you need me to retrieve an item that's surrounded by these zombies, if you need me to protect you in any way you can, say where you are and I'll rush over there as soon as I can.

I have taken Ms. Michonne's advice in her video a couple of days ago and retrieved a weapon from the closet, but...well, my first instinct was to get a gun considering I've had some experience at the Citadel and - AUGH, I'm rambling again! The point is, I have a weapon, a sword, and while I don't have much experience with it, I can and will take out any zombies that are in our way!

Send me a message however you can if you need me to do anything! Protection, retrieval, backup, anything!

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