ENGLAND♛ Arthur Kirkland
Characters: Hope, Bard, England, and America
Location N1, building 62
Date: Day 004, night (shortly before curfew; very shortly)
Summary: Sometimes you find friends, and sometimes you find strangers. Sometimes both at once! Poor Bard.
Warnings: None to my knowledge. Will edit if anything comes up.

if you keep 'em at bay that way no one's gonna surprise you by getting too close )
 
 
Max
[He was not particularly fond of the fact that these devices could broadcast videos but hey it could come in handy at times. Such as this. On the screen was a bunch of snow but above that snow was a small, black card that resembled an SD card for the tablet being held tentatively between forefinger and thumb. Max had no idea what the thing was for but he took it with him anyway. A quick search of his tablet had found a slot where it might fit. But was that a good idea?]

What does it do?

[The gruff voice was short, to the point, and did not bother to clarify any more than that.]
 
 
ishtar
[When Yuuri posts to the network for the first time, it's about 6 pm on the fourth day. Using technology again is taking some getting used to, it was easy enough to figure out the tablet's video function. She's using it now to broadcast an image of the house she's approaching.

It's an A-frame house, two stories, and from the outside it looks normal enough. She takes a breath as she comes to the doorway and puts a hand on the doorknob.]


Well, let's see what's in here...

[She pushes the door open, to reveal... nothing. Or rather - the house itself is intact, and as she wanders through the entranceway, her footsteps echo against the empty walls. There are no decorations, and there is no furniture at all. The living room is utterly devoid of any of the comforts of home, the dining room lacks anything that could actually be used to dine, and the kitchen is woefully empty. Even the bathroom and the two bedrooms on the first floor look as though they've never been used.

There's a staircase that she climbs, but from her mumbling, it doesn't seem as though she expects to find anything upstairs. The master bedroom and bathroom also lack furniture, and there's nothing of note on the balcony. She pauses out there for a moment or two to look around.]
I guess the view isn't so bad...

[But she only stays there for a short time before heading back downstairs. For lack of anywhere else to sit, she uses the stairs as a makeshift chair.]

...that's a little disappointing! [She breathes out; it sounds a bit like a huff.] I hope all of you are having more luck tonight than I am. Has anyone else found anything?
 
 
pull the lever, kronk!
I know there's been a lot going on. The sickness, the vaccines, Klaus Mikaelson's death - we know now that the Admin isn't afraid to let us die. The idea @LELRIC posted - establishing base camp - should be our first priority, but while we're all getting there, we can take the chance to search for clues. I've heard of enough strange things that it can't be a coincidence.

So far, I've seen a room covered in incorrect math equations and a table set for four like whoever lived there had to leave suddenly. I've heard about a notebook with insane scribblings, but I haven't gotten a chance to look at it. If you have, I'd like to hear about it.

I'd also like to hear about the places you've traveled here, even if you think it's insignificant. Everything helps. Any pictures would be appreciated, too. If we can compile all the information we have, maybe we can start to make sense of it.

Oh - and I found running water.


( feel free to threadjack if you want to! )

( EDIT: clarke has marked the door of building 26 with the word water. it will remain there on day 004 and vanish overnight. )
 
 
Clayton Epps
[late afternoon - video/text]

[The post starts off as a live, shot-by-shot documentation of the area Clayton has decided to explore. He's on his way to the mysterious dot of a building he saw from the balcony in house 88, where he first woke up; apart from house 83, which just happened to be close enough to scout, Clayton knows no other landmarks to look for. With what he assumes is most of the supplies he's willing to take salvaged from 88 and 83, and his makeshift shoes damp and falling apart, he decides that there's not much else to do except go for it and hope for the best.]

[For the entire morning, there's nothing to report. It's all snow. Clayton keeps himself occupied by checking other posts on the network, but otherwise he's silent.]

[By mid-afternoon, he runs into the graveyard.]

[This is worthy of some footage. Clayton posts two of them; the first is a short one, a panning around as he comes in through the front to show off the size and general state of things. His commentary is sparse--he's cold and tired and this place is kind of creepy.]


Found this...guess every town's gotta have one, eh? [He zooms in on a tombstone, here. It's unrecognizably worn.] Looks real old. If anybody died after whatever happened to drive 'em all out, I reckon they ain't buried 'em here.

[Some time later there is a much shorter video. No sound from Clayton, save his quick, somewhat labored breathing in the background as he slowly pans around him. A thick mist has settled in. He can't see it apart from on the video, but Clayton doesn't think to make a note of that before he ends it.]

[Much later, there are pictures. He's found a chapel of some sort--indeterminate Christian denomination, about as old as the graveyard, fairly small. There's a picture of the outside, followed by several more of the inside, the pews, the stained glass windows, the hall leading to the bed and bathrooms, and last, a stairwell down to a set of closed doors.]

[There isn't anything else for a bit longer after that. Then, a text post. No pictures. Something feels really wrong about posting public pictures of a dead guy, or a morgue in general.]


I found where they're keeping Klaus.

[after lockout - video]

[There's another long band of silence following Clayton's escape from the chapel. Driven out by the suffocatingly unpleasant atmosphere, he continued heading south in the hopes that there would be another side of town to explore beyond it.]

[By the time it gets dark, he has not located that side of town.]

[It's well past the time that Clayton's noted the doors on the houses lock, but he's still walking anyways. Maybe it's not all the houses? Maybe he'll find part of a house that offers enough shelter to sit in, but doesn't have a door? He can remain hopeful!]

[No such luck there, either. The wind is picking up and the strength is rapidly leaving his legs. He has to sit down. He'll freeze to death if he keeps himself exposed like this. A snowbank, maybe...]

[When Clayton decides to turn on the network for the last time, he's managed to dig out a shallow depression in the side of a small pile of snow, which is just enough to huddle within and give the illusion of shelter without actually doing anything to prevent the cutting bite of the cold. Clayton has jammed the tablet in the ice near his face so he can keep his hands tucked in his coat. He's resting his head, hair laden with frost, on his backpack, which smells irritatingly strongly of cat food. He doesn't look very comfortable.]

[But he is, as usual, smiling.]


Ah...sorry 'bout this. I know it's late. Ain't sure who's even up... [Clayton shakes his head.] ...Think I got kinda sidetracked. Gonna have to camp out tonight.

[He bites his lip through a grin. In his pajamas and a coat and some wet foam shoes, Clayton is pretty sure he knows how this is going to end. Doesn't mean he has to accept it, though.]

Could do with somebody to talk to, if y'all 'll humor me. Swaps stories, I dunno. Just...don't think I should be fallin' asleep right now.
 
 
Tadashi Hamada
[It's been a long day. Maybe one of the longest Tadashi has experienced until now. At first he was hopeful about a rescue or finding a way out, but it's been three days now -- four days for some of the others. He's still hopeful, but the cold is starting to get to him. He hasn't found anything warmer to wear and he's fairly sure that Mochi is the only reason he hasn't frozen to death. His food is running low, too. If he rations it and is smart, he feels like he can stretch it for three more days. Which makes the looming question return every time he thinks about how light his backpack is becoming: will he find food by then? The first day will be rough, but the following days will be dangerous if he doesn't resupply quickly.

Reluctantly, despite the fatigue that's settled deep in his bones, Tadashi turns on his video feed and offers a weary smile.
]

This is Tadashi Hamada. Again. And this is the end of my third day in Norfinbury.

[Since he saw that key card, he's going to assume that's the name of where they are until new evidence presents itself.]

I found a landmark today -- a veterinarian clinic right up against the wall of snow to the south. I left a message saying I'm going west, so if anyone else finds it, that's where I went. I haven't found food anywhere around it, and it had an... odd feeling about it. I don't recommend it as a base.

[He rubs at his eyes, and covers a yawn. He just has to stay awake a little longer.]

I made it to a place to stay the night and I found something. I've attached a photo if anyone's interested. It looks like it might lead to a basement, but it's sealed shut. When I tried to break it down, I realized that it's solid metal. It's too unusual to ignore, so I plan to come back if I can find any tools that might help me get inside. I guess that's all for now. I hope to see everyone tomorrow.

[He reaches forward and disconnects the feed.]

Attachment: One picture of the door in building 122
 
 
Tim Wright
Characters: Tim Wright and Jay Merrick
Location Building 32, square M5
Date: Day 4, night
Summary: Jay finds a place to stay, while Tim discovers an intruder in his shelter for the night. SURELY THESE THINGS ARE UNRELATED
Warnings: Naaah.

so if you're ever lost, uh - all you've gotta do is look up! )