a - agricultural wing, opening. closed to agricultural wing openers.
[Holy crap, there is so much room here. Tsubomi moves between rows with a flashlight in one hand, just in case the power goes out, and her Heart Perfume clipped at her waist--in case there's atmosphere problems. She's mostly paying attention to the equipment, since that's what they're looking to make use of, but occasionally she'll pause over the dead husks of plants and pass a glowing green hand over it. But even she can't bring a plant back to life just yet. Ah well.
She's not being very careful with the flashlight, though, and it's entirely possible you're going to get light in your face.]
b - agricultural wing, attack. closed to agricultural wing openers.
[Holy crap, there are so many zombies here?! Tsubomi's the type to get close to the pack, her flashlight and her Heart Perfume held in white-knuckled fists.]
I don't like this.
[It's said softly, heavy with anxiety, but she's not going to turn back. Not if there's danger left. Upon first sight of the zombies, she's going to scream. But after a moment, she's going to tuck the flashlight away, and she's going to transform. There is no time to waste--not if they're all getting out of here alive! She launches herself into battle, leading with a kick.]
c - anywhere near the agricultural wing and the hydroponics warehouse.
[She's keeping busy. There's plenty to do, after all.
She'd begun with hands and feet, back in the agricultural wing, but that had proven soon enough not to be working, and she's swapped to her energy beams. Focusing them enough to incinerate a zombie takes precious energy and precious time, so she eventually takes to decapitating them first, then destroying an entire pile at once.
Her first duty is, as always, helping people, and anyone having a little trouble might find massive pink blasts knocking zombies into the air, to give them some breathing room.]
Are you all right?
d - november 2 around 3 AM, enroute and inside room 118. closed to people in housing or roommates.
[Magical girl or not, she has to rest after nearly a day of fighting. Without the stash of Precure Seeds she had at home, it's got to happen the normal way, and she makes it into the housing wing with little fanfare. She's covered in a whole pile of grossness, guts and blood most prominently.
She walks with the single-minded purpose of the exhausted, hoping there's been no infiltration here, and when she reaches room 118, she takes a long look around before her uniform is banished in a flash of pink light, and she can stumble to her bunk.]
[ooc: prose or brackets is fine, i'll match you! feel free to offer a specific time for prompts b and c.]
tsubomi hanasaki | oct 31~nov 3 | ota | there's gonna be gore.
[Holy crap, there is so much room here. Tsubomi moves between rows with a flashlight in one hand, just in case the power goes out, and her Heart Perfume clipped at her waist--in case there's atmosphere problems. She's mostly paying attention to the equipment, since that's what they're looking to make use of, but occasionally she'll pause over the dead husks of plants and pass a glowing green hand over it. But even she can't bring a plant back to life just yet. Ah well.
She's not being very careful with the flashlight, though, and it's entirely possible you're going to get light in your face.]
b - agricultural wing, attack. closed to agricultural wing openers.
[Holy crap, there are so many zombies here?! Tsubomi's the type to get close to the pack, her flashlight and her Heart Perfume held in white-knuckled fists.]
I don't like this.
[It's said softly, heavy with anxiety, but she's not going to turn back. Not if there's danger left. Upon first sight of the zombies, she's going to scream. But after a moment, she's going to tuck the flashlight away, and she's going to transform. There is no time to waste--not if they're all getting out of here alive! She launches herself into battle, leading with a kick.]
c - anywhere near the agricultural wing and the hydroponics warehouse.
[She's keeping busy. There's plenty to do, after all.
She'd begun with hands and feet, back in the agricultural wing, but that had proven soon enough not to be working, and she's swapped to her energy beams. Focusing them enough to incinerate a zombie takes precious energy and precious time, so she eventually takes to decapitating them first, then destroying an entire pile at once.
Her first duty is, as always, helping people, and anyone having a little trouble might find massive pink blasts knocking zombies into the air, to give them some breathing room.]
Are you all right?
d - november 2 around 3 AM, enroute and inside room 118. closed to people in housing or roommates.
[Magical girl or not, she has to rest after nearly a day of fighting. Without the stash of Precure Seeds she had at home, it's got to happen the normal way, and she makes it into the housing wing with little fanfare. She's covered in a whole pile of grossness, guts and blood most prominently.
She walks with the single-minded purpose of the exhausted, hoping there's been no infiltration here, and when she reaches room 118, she takes a long look around before her uniform is banished in a flash of pink light, and she can stumble to her bunk.]
[ooc: prose or brackets is fine, i'll match you! feel free to offer a specific time for prompts b and c.]