Musings

[during this]

do you want me to get to the station? safety in numbers!

[Locked to L Henry and Q Gaines in the middle of all the madness]
I don't have my comm on me, but I wanted to make sure you two were okay.

I've only been here a couple weeks, but if this is how people do things in this town I might start looking into exchanging my one-way ticket for a round-trip.

I'm in the public library, but I'm not sticking around any longer than I have to. They've broken into every other building on the street, but I just don't know what's any safer. One of those things chased me in here, and I only got ahead of it because I've got rollerskates and it still almost caught me with just batshit craziness and leg power. And I think it might have been throwing goddamn fireballs.

[after this]

[text to J. Warda]
Where the hell are you? Stay out of this mess and indoors.

[text to C. Chadbourne]
Are you in the club? We're shutting the doors. No one leaves.

[text to G. Ulrikson]
Lock the place down. No one leaves, no one comes in unless we're sure they're safe. Stay at the door.

(a second message to Gunnar, a few seconds later)

Except for Mike. He comes and goes as he wants, but call me the second he shows up.

[text to B. Lucine]
stuck at the studio. staying here until this mess is over. WTF, right?

[text to E. Okoye]
safe @ the studio! can't get manager on phone.

[text to R. Ignace]
If you are in the apartment, I am on my way upstairs. If you are not, I would prefer you stay where you are so long as the location is secure.

[text to J. Cooper]
Are you safe?

[locked to D. Hockney]
I suppose you have a hypothesis on this new occurrence?

I hope I trust you are intelligent enough to at least stay safely inside.

[Isolated to Oracle]
[Spoken with effort, as she's in the middle of something.] Hey, Gwen. [There's a grunt followed by the sound of metal hitting something.] I know I usually wait for you to contact me, but I figured now was a good time to turn this thing on.

[Open comm: A while after this isn't answered.]
Hey is this thing on? [Sounds of fighting, is obviously in the middle of something.] I can't get a hold of [There is the sound of something crashing in the background.] Oracle? [The word sounds uncertain.] Anyone know if she's okay?

[call to p. rawlings]

[The call is made first to Anton Sparke's office when Blake realizes he doesn't have his cell number. The office redirects him to Preston's number.]

ring

[locked to p. worth]

Please don't tell me that my favorite financial manager has been devoured by cannibals.

Isolated Comm to Robin

after this


Robin. It's Sentinel, worst timing ever I know, got a quick second?

What the fuck did I wake up to

It's times like these I wish I would have said fuck it and just gotten an apartment in Aubade scraped up the extra cash and gotten an apartment in Bathos. Judging from what's happening outside and all the news reports Hamartia isn't exactly the ideal place to be. At least I'm on the top floor, though.

[...] I'd suggest that all those on the lower floors try to move up. It's not very hard to break into this building. I can't be out of commission for too long I'd try going out but no amount of money is worth being ripped apart for Maybe blockading the stairs somehow might be a good idea too.

Something weird is happening outside. Please stay safe

[This is sent at about 9:15 pm on Wednesday]

Rorschach call. Rainier Valley, suspicious activity. Adults dress like teenagers going to concert. Mostly unarmed. Violent. Getting close look.

[Locked to K Ehrlich-Cohen]
Kathy, I wanted to ensure you and Georgia remained inside. Are you somewhere safe? Do you require assistance?

[Locked to I Hughes]
Isobel, consider this an order to remain inside from your eldest relative on this side of the portal.

[Text to P Rawlings]
You better be somewhere bloody safe.

At lab. The Nat Guard has me interfacing their computers. Any ideas on what's going on?

[Thursday morning, appx 1 a.m., painstakingly posted from his phone]

Ms. Worth,

As you are the only other Creation here that I know (save Quinn, and I do not know her last name, but please pass this on to her as well if you are in contact), I request for you to be careful. I am not entirely aware of the situation outside, as no one here is sharing any information. But I have been told via someone on the forums that there are people ripping others apart. Avoid them, for they are either Creations themselves, going after Creations, or both. I have not quite been able to ascertain which, yet.

[...] Also please avoid any members of the National Guard you may see.

Should things continue to go entirely pear-shaped, please know that I've enjoyed and valued your acquaintanceship through the years. Thank you.

-Dr. William Lowell

[locked to e. sablier]
Don't go outside without Lucien or me with you. Please. I couldn't stand to think you were hurt.

[locked to l. yasir]
Are you still a fair hand with a sword? The National Guard isn't doing enough to keep these people safe, and I You're the only one I'd trust at my back out there, and beheading kills almost anything.

If anyone needs weapons something to protect themselves with, I've got some stuff that can help. I'm in Bathos. Let me know.

[locked to l. henry]
You okay, man?

[locked to w. light]
Is your whip holding up okay? No glitchy things or anything?

(around 10pm, Reaver start)

[TEXTS TO: QUINN, DARWIN, KYLE, AND MAX] [sent simultaneously]
Status? Are you okay?

[Commlink]

[After some delay by Reavers, complicated since the Bat doesn't use lethal force. Around 11 P.M.]

Sound off status and location for assistance.

[There's a crackle in the Bat's normally crystal clear connection.]

[Post]

[In addition there is an anonymous post on the forums from the Bat, made clear because he uses his Bat icon, replicating this verbal request. All replies will be occasionally erroneous computer transcriptions, which is bound to be interesting.]

It's not that I don't love your beautiful city. Really, apart from the events that have gone on tonight people have been pretty dam civil to me and I am eternally grateful. But cannibals? Really? This doesn't happen in LA, I've gotta tell you. Or anywhere else, for that matter.

Anyone else in Hamartia suitably terrified? I just moved in.

I don't know what to do.

Does anybody have anything that turns our powers off? Like off-off. Or-

I can't take this anymore

Or I guess, like Valium or something? Every time they're around

[All sent at about 9:30 pm on Wednesday]

[ Text to J. Cooper ]

I trust that your recent presence on the forum indicates that you are safe.

[ Text to A. Morgenstern ]

Given your appreciation of children's games, I believe you would have a contingency plan for this sort of "zombie apocalypse."

[ Text to J. Warda ]

I'm sure that you are resting at home and not out causing a gristly scene. If I do not hear a reply from you by 3 am, I will assume that you have been destroyed and contact Ms. Eirwen and Ms. Keeling to begin preparing funeral arrangements.

[About 10pm last night]

[locked to b. lucine]

Are you okay? Where are you?

[locked to j. hart]

You okay? Don't have my cell, sorry.

[locked to p. worth]

Are you okay, Alfie? Somewhere safe, I hope?

During this: [Comm to Michelangelo]

Uh... Michelangelo? Are you there?

Jess Tailor is your roommate, right?

I'm giving her two bottles of prescription pills, one of which is expired. Can you make sure she doesn't overdose or something equally as bad?

Oh. This is Dot, btw. That scary girl from the lobby.

I could use a little help here.

Make that a lot of help.

I'm trapped in my car in the parking structure off 6th Ave, between John and Thomas Streets. Ironically, not far from the Science Fiction Museum. I haven't been spotted yet, but a gang of of freaks have been running around, smashing up random cars.

[Never has he been so glad to have a smart phone]

I don't know where else to put this, so... Update:

1. Scientists have found a difference between the cannibalistic subjects and humans at a genetic level. As they are unaware of the existence of Creations, they believe the cannibalism and attacks to be symptoms of the genetic variance. This is a vast assumption and could prove problematic.

2. The subjects have a complete absence of higher brain function. The tissue itself shows signs of necrosis and hypoxia, meaning their brains are rotting and low on oxygen, though the cause is unknown. It is at a level that is far past that of recovery. They are essentially brain dead, and will remain so until termination.

3. The National Guard has quarantined several bite victims and is holding them for observation. Guards are watching for behavioral changes, but their tissues are also currently being tested for similarities to the cannibalistic subjects.

[Attached are several blurry photos of a lab notebook, handwriting neat but a little shaky, relatively unintelligible numbers and notes to anyone not studying genetics. The last one is a slightly clearer pic of 3 sets of DNA mapping, the top labeled "human", the second labeled "subject", the third (his own, done secretly) labeled "creation". The bottom two have a slight but obvious difference from the top.]

[During their Rescue Mission]

Poppy's coming up.  She'll let herself in. 

[Isolated to Robin]
Robin?

[Text to A. Morgenstern]
Can you make sure Daryl doesn't do something stupid?

[Text to D. Hockney]
You won't believe how bad the traffic is out here.

Stuck at the office. You at home? I have a friend on the seventh floor, told her to see you if you're in.

I do hope you're safe from the madness. The cleaners, security and I are locked in.

So we've got a bunch of CREATIONS that are "mindless zombies" capable of using their abilities even after their brain has rotted. Not to make anyone panic, but the fact that they can do things normal zombies can't, I wouldn't be too sure I was safe by just "staying inside" or moving to higher ground. You've got your fliers, your leapers, wall-crawlers, shrinkers, shadow-hoppers, people who can just go through walls, trackers, the list of possibilities goes on. If you are inside, make sure you're prepared for the worst, even if you're hoping for the best.

[backdated to before zombie business, after this]

[Phone call to W. Light "Chat"]

ring, ring

[After, Phone call to G. Dailey "Red"]

ring, ring

[ring ring]

Ready for a sleepover, poppet? I'll bring the movie if you get the nail polish.

The Seattle Opera House has turned out to be a very good vantage point...plus, the attic is very high up. And there are lots of heavy sets and a fireman's axe.

I have company, at least. I think the Queen of the Night is in hysterics though. I am not, which is a decided improvement from the last time there was chaos in my life.

Having spent the past hours drinking everything and popping every single pill-shaped thing in his flat, Gaius is reaching a level of... it's hard to describe.

Right. Okay. Nothing to worry about. Everything's fine. It's all good. Just the aftermath of the party, alcohol and those things that screw with your mind. All's good, all's just so WTF?

So, where do I get pea shooters? Someone? Anyone? C'mon, with all the freakish things we all can do, there's gotta be someone who fiddles with plants!