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[Open] Zombie apocalypse, AHOY
Who: Unnamed & YOU
Which: Open log
Where: Reverein & dreamscape
What: Unnamed has a dream about his home....a zombie apocalypse :')
Warnings: Pandemics, disease, undead, mild gore...bc they zombies
Dream - cw zombies, mild gore, pandemics, disease
[ The dream begins with a city of towering buildings. Skyscrapers as tall as any world of modern civilization, built so that they could touch the clouds if only the right weather permitted it. City stretches as far as they eye can see. It's a marvel and a feat of engineering, creating the impression of a cast society...until the details of the image become clearer.
The vast buildings are battered and broken. The city is not pristine, but ravaged by time and nature. Some of the skyscrapers have toppled, their inside burnt out by some long-gone calamity. Others lean precariously to one side, whole sections of its floors missing. This metropolis...is nothing more than ruins.
Roads are flooded; their signs overtaken by wild growth. There are cars, worn and rusted and broken. Dozens upon dozens litter the streets. Some have their windows smashed in. Others, it's as if something has broken its way out.
Potholes and debris are everywhere. Storefronts have been looted and lay ruined or boarded up. There are barriers over what could have once been strongholds, old stores; banks; park gates. Disrepair is everywhere.
Something has happened in the city. Something very, very wrong.
Little clues can be found here and there in the form of graffiti on the walls: NO WAY OUT some say; others read SHELTER AHEAD, long-since crossed out. Several of the houses have old Search & Rescue marks on them, the red of their paint long since faded and worn. The numbers, for those that understand them, are clear: 5DB, IF. Dead Bodies. Infection.
The dream starts there. An empty house, broken and cold; the scent of damp mildew lingering in the air. There are old photos on the walls, but their surfaces are caked with dirt and grime. Some are broken and the pictures inside are all but rotted away. The kitchen table is broken in two down the middle, as if from a large impact. The front door lies flat in the entrance. There are scratch marks in the rotted wood. Something tried to claw its way in--and succeeded.
There's a stifling, isolated feeling which permeates the dream...right up until a (perhaps familiar) sound comes from behind: ]
...Auh?
[ Unnamed blinks at your character: dishevelled and dirty, clothes in tatters...but most of all, confused. What are you doing in his world?? ]
[ ooc; WELCOME TO ZOMBOI'S HOME WORLD, Y'ALL. It sucks 8') And it's filled with zombies! (the slow-moving kind). Feel free to dreamhop as normal or as one of the infected! Wanna be a zombie? GO FOR IT. Zombies will ignore other Infected & leave them alone, but if you'd like them to respond to your character as food...that is also fine. You can also tag as if post-dream (aka your character saw the recording) and went to find him after.
FOLLOW YOUR HEART. hmu on![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
owlits if you have any questions/wanna plot/etc
EDIT: it is also 100% optional for dream!zombies to recognize your character as food!! they could ignore them, not notice them, be indifferent to them, etc. Horror threads are not a must c: ]
Which: Open log
Where: Reverein & dreamscape
What: Unnamed has a dream about his home....a zombie apocalypse :')
Warnings: Pandemics, disease, undead, mild gore...bc they zombies
Dream - cw zombies, mild gore, pandemics, disease
[ The dream begins with a city of towering buildings. Skyscrapers as tall as any world of modern civilization, built so that they could touch the clouds if only the right weather permitted it. City stretches as far as they eye can see. It's a marvel and a feat of engineering, creating the impression of a cast society...until the details of the image become clearer.
The vast buildings are battered and broken. The city is not pristine, but ravaged by time and nature. Some of the skyscrapers have toppled, their inside burnt out by some long-gone calamity. Others lean precariously to one side, whole sections of its floors missing. This metropolis...is nothing more than ruins.
Roads are flooded; their signs overtaken by wild growth. There are cars, worn and rusted and broken. Dozens upon dozens litter the streets. Some have their windows smashed in. Others, it's as if something has broken its way out.
Potholes and debris are everywhere. Storefronts have been looted and lay ruined or boarded up. There are barriers over what could have once been strongholds, old stores; banks; park gates. Disrepair is everywhere.
Something has happened in the city. Something very, very wrong.
Little clues can be found here and there in the form of graffiti on the walls: NO WAY OUT some say; others read SHELTER AHEAD, long-since crossed out. Several of the houses have old Search & Rescue marks on them, the red of their paint long since faded and worn. The numbers, for those that understand them, are clear: 5DB, IF. Dead Bodies. Infection.
The dream starts there. An empty house, broken and cold; the scent of damp mildew lingering in the air. There are old photos on the walls, but their surfaces are caked with dirt and grime. Some are broken and the pictures inside are all but rotted away. The kitchen table is broken in two down the middle, as if from a large impact. The front door lies flat in the entrance. There are scratch marks in the rotted wood. Something tried to claw its way in--and succeeded.
There's a stifling, isolated feeling which permeates the dream...right up until a (perhaps familiar) sound comes from behind: ]
...Auh?
[ Unnamed blinks at your character: dishevelled and dirty, clothes in tatters...but most of all, confused. What are you doing in his world?? ]
[ ooc; WELCOME TO ZOMBOI'S HOME WORLD, Y'ALL. It sucks 8') And it's filled with zombies! (the slow-moving kind). Feel free to dreamhop as normal or as one of the infected! Wanna be a zombie? GO FOR IT. Zombies will ignore other Infected & leave them alone, but if you'd like them to respond to your character as food...that is also fine. You can also tag as if post-dream (aka your character saw the recording) and went to find him after.
FOLLOW YOUR HEART. hmu on
EDIT: it is also 100% optional for dream!zombies to recognize your character as food!! they could ignore them, not notice them, be indifferent to them, etc. Horror threads are not a must c: ]
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Ouh...
[ "Not understand." ]
I had to do this on paint because I needed to express how bad she is at drawing /laughs
Alisaie does not have that talent, but it gets the point across right?
"Something, like this."
She points to the drawing. ]
omg I'm dying LMAO
Stares harder.
Get a real good look at the monster Alisaie has drawn.............and then looks back at her.
"It...rock?" ]
as am I lol. I love his response. I can't I'm dying.
"not, rock. Monster."
She points again to the eyes and the lopsided mouth.
"still, no?"
This is a time where having artistic skills might be useful-- or Alphinaud for the matter. She could have just forced him to do the drawing. Alas, he's not here and she's stuck trying to figure out the best way to show him what a monster is. ]
...
alisaie how are you SO BAD at drawing dkfd
pointing doesn't really help....... He puzzles over the drawing as best he can, but it still just looks like. Well. Like a rock. With a face...?
"Rock...monster?" he tries. slowly. ]
Lmao you saw the video! XD
She just sighs, partially defeated.
"Not rock monster!"
She ends up just shaking her head. Another drawing attempt might just be as bad. ]
i am in awe
"What...kind of monster?" he tries instead, hoping to somehow salvage the moment. ]
lolol me too. that a tag like this happened XD
She takes another long breath and just writes on the card next to the monster.
"It's a sludge monster! slimy, dangerous, and scary!"
She doesn't know what the hell she's writing anymore, quite frankly. This whole situation is just a reminder that she can't draw. ]
no subject
"Sludge monster is scary. I understand!"
He pauses.
"What is sludge?" ]
no subject
"There are-- more types of monsters."
"waste...trash?"
How to describe that too? Unnamed sure knows how to ask questions. ]
no subject
"Garbage?" he supplies, perking up. "Garbage monster? Melt garbage monster?"
He's seen melting before--he watched Emet-Selch turn into a bunch if water and disappear once, and he thought he'd melted him with his mind. It was only mildly horrifying at the time. ]
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"Sure. Something like that."
"Just-- anything that looks hostile, you should be careful."
This conversation reminds her that she's going to have to work on finding a better way to communicate with Unnamed. That's something that Alisaie probably isn't surprised to see, given it's Emet-Selch of all people. ]