THE SCENE

[ In one of the back alleys of the City, dark and out of the way, an interesting sculpture has been formed. Berthier's element is not fire but ice, and the back lot that her ghoulish sisters had cornered her in has been coated with it. The three women frozen at the very center; enshrined with mouths twisted. The ice is thick and impenetrable, glittering subtly in what sunlight reaches the concealed location. ]

THE WOMAN

[ And not so far away from this icy prison, Berthier can be found bitterly fighting back her tears. The claw marks down her arms are nothing compared to her aching heart. Why her sisters? Why. ]

[The girl on the screen has pale hair and dark skin, save the very pale, near white birthmark beneath her eye. Tilts her head this way and that, then moves the video as if trying to get a better angle, wanting to understand exactly how it works. Her ears flick back and forth before perking straight up, twitchy and excited.]

…Hello? Is this…communication machine working? I heard someone speaking from it before and thought I might try it for myself. This place is…really quite amazing. I have never traveled to a city like this. I’m quite sure this isn’t where I was, but it’s just as strange how I came to be here. And I have never seen machines quite like this before, either. It’s all so curious. I don’t know where to start first! I wonder if Saxa has already found her way out. Hopefully she’s doing better than I am. I may have turned myself around a time or two just trying to find where I am. I would dearly appreciate someone telling me how to go about finding someone here, if it's not much trouble.

[Oh dear, she's been rambling hasn't she?]

I'm sorry for going on that way! It's just this place is nothing like I would have expected. I mean, the clocks only have twelve hours on them. I didn’t know that there were countries that used this kind of time-keeping anymore, but it must be very interesting. Why do you separate day into thirds? And the sun seems to move so quickly, it’s like the day is just flying by.

[Perhaps someone should step in before she continues to ramble about all the new things she's seen since she woke up by the fountain and spent the last hour wandering around looking at the buildings and whatever else she could. Or maybe someone might want to mention that there is something coming up behind her, an extremely pale girl with black hair that looks decidedly decomposed.]

{OOC: Feel free to run into to Toul before she speaks on the network, or after while she tries to deal with the ghoul who wants to kill her.}

[Bobby's voice is shaky, and it takes her a few tries to start.]


I-

think I need help.











[ooc: Bobby just dealt with the ghoul of her father, and got bit in the process. She sure could use a rescue.]

The deities are calling them an infection. "Unwanted, unregistered guests." Beings that the deities didn't let into the City and, apparently, can't force out.

Considering their lack of control over the situation, I have my doubts about their suggested methods of extermination. I've seen fire in action. The infected catch fire well enough, but the ashes only breed more of them. Do not set the infected on fire.

Corralling them is ridiculous without superpowers. A human who tries to herd these things into a stadium will end up dead or, if they're lucky, just bitten. And why corral them? What does Fice want to do these infected monsters that wear the faces of people we've known?

My recommendations:
- Stay in a reinforced building if you don't fight. Avoid windows.
- Don't be a hero.
- Keep your distance if you can.
- The infected don't always die. I was only able to kill the two I knew.
- Destroy the heart or destroy the head.
- Hearts are difficult to shoot. Aim for the head.
- Remind yourself that this is the City. The City doesn't import undead versions of people we know, but it has a history of torturing us with specters of loved ones. This is a trick.
- If you need help, call someone. The police are doing what they can.
- DON'T BURN THE INFECTED.

[ Arthur may be a man, but he was well trained and had been combing the City along with the others, making sure the ghouls were contained, herding them towards the stadium one ghoul at a time. If there was a chance at all that it would work, Arthur would do it. The screams, the decaying faces. It ate at him.

These men, these women, these children were someone's parents, friends, acquaintances.

They didn't deserve this life, this useless existence.

But then it happened.

At last, he ran into one of his own demons. His own greatest fear. Dropping the head of his spear, he stared in shock at the barely recognizable face of his once love, his last crush. ]

Guinevere?

[ It had been... months since he thought of her, pretending that he didn't love her, pretending that her words at the joust still didn't shape his every action. He had fallen in l-- almost fallen in love with someone else in that time. It had been almost a year. Even the most fledgling of emotion shouldn't (couldn't) survive that much time, that much distance.

And now he stared and felt the stone in his stomach blossom into dread and guilt, alike. He knew what he had to do. But it was Guinevere. He couldn't. There was no way he could destroy her. ]

((ooc: general shenanigans herding up the ghouls are more then welcomed! As is catching Arthur with his proverbial pants down confronting Guinevere, his once and future queen.))

[ Jesse has heard about the ghouls and had decided that he doesn't want to be involved in all that mess and basically isolated himself in the apartment he lived in for the past several months. Unfortunately, a certain important issue finally came to light to Jesse and while he has the power to make the whole thing a non-issue, his uncertainty of this whole situation makes him unable to really carry it out. ]

I locked myself in my room when all the zombies came out.

But I'm out of food though. Are the zombies out in the stores too? I can . . . [ And here he hesitated for a moment until he regain his confidence ] I can teleport there and get what I need, I have the money, I just don't know what's going on.