EVENT: HERE THERE BE MONSTERS

[initiatesnpc]

Date & Time: October 24 - October 31
Location: Throughout Exsilium
Characters: ALL; tag yourselves in
Summary: The Transports return from their mission to find the island crawling with monsters.
Warnings: Violence, possibly injuries (notify a mod if there's cause to add a particular warning!)

The Transports return from their mission to Medieval Russia, but the Initiative Hold is eerily deserted. Normally, their would be a number of Initiative personnel prepared to meet the Transports at the end of their mission for debriefing.

Instead, there is only silence.

That is, until a distant thumping sound can be heard. It is growing closer, and suddenly the beast is bursting into the room. It lets out a roar and charges. Within minutes, it is easily defeated, but damage has already been done -- it collided with the Transporter machine, which is now making a low fizzling sound and lets off a couple sparks. The commotion is enough to draw the attention of the few remaining Initiative personnel who still inhabit the Hold, who arrive immediately afterwards. They are able to tell the Transports two things: that the machine is broken and currently unable to sent anyone back in time, and that the island has been overrun with aggressive, mutated beasts sent by the United Earth. They have been under siege for months, with the island's population reduced to a mere fraction of what it had once been.

Comments

drunk but open lsmfskd ilu

[deadlier]

[ if he doesn't hear hanna approach, that's because her footsteps are near soundless. it's really not something she does on purpose -- she's almost impossibly light on her feet, that's all, and when noise has been your downfall at times during your twenty-four hours a day training, it comes naturally. she stops a few feet behind him, having seen him wander around not too far from her own housing unit and decided to initiate conversation, and while she ... knows that alcohol can make people drunk, she has never actually seen a drunk person.

his state doesn't bother her, and it's not something she'd associate with 'homelessness' either, so there will be no judging from her -- her own clothes are stained with blood from the fight, her blonde hair in tangles, so she would have little room for it, in any case. ]

Haymitch. [ she watches him sway on his feet. ] Hello.

8D

[hungover]

[He raises his eyebrow in her direction when she shows up, his hand already at the knife that's concealed just under the waist of his pants. Once he recognizes who it is, he relaxes only marginally.]

You're going to give an old man a heart attack that way, y'know.

[At least he's paying a little more attention, now, standing a little straighter.]

[deadlier]

[ hanna sees the movement, takes note of it - even when appearing to be relaxed, she is still attentive. she does realize what he means with that comment, though, despite that it hadn't occured to her before that silently walking up to drunk, slightly paranoid people carrying knives wasn't a very good idea, so: ]

I'm sorry. That was not my intention.

[ a pause. ]

Would you like me to be noisier, next time?

[hungover]

...sure, sure. Maybe bang around some pots or something.

[He smirks.]

You don't spend a lot of time around other people, do you.