[log] Convenience store intensifies (day 29/30) [open]

[croi]

Characters: A bunch of people.
Location P3, the convenience store
Date: Days 29 and 30.

The default will be midday, ambiguous day (e.g. either 29 or 30.) If you don't specify a specific day/time it'll be basically 'noonish on one of two days.' If you have to have your character present on a specific day or at a specific time, then note that in your subject header and use bold font and stuff like that. If you do not, you will default to noonish, some day.

Because coordinating elaborate timelines would be difficult as hell otherwise.
Summary: There's a bunch of people in the area.
Warnings: This will be stupid.

DAY 29

[Wow, there’s a shit ton of people in the convenience store.]

DAY 30

[Hey, there’s still a shit ton of people in the convenience store.]

Comments

[ DAY 29 / OR WHENEVER / LET'S GO NUTS ]

[esparasido]

a.

[ At first, Marcos thinks he's hearing things: it's been ages since he's heard anyone's voice other than what he hears filtered through his tablet, he's slowly began to lose faith in the idea that he'll ever run into someone 'accidentally'.

But after a few more seconds of shuffling through the aisles of the convenience store, he starts gaining more confidence in his preliminary assessment; those are people. Hostile or no, those are people!!!!!!

He makes sure that none of the voices he's hearing are saying 'johj' (long story), holds his candleholder in one hand just to be safe (better than sorry), and then...

...well.

He pops out of the aisle he'd been hiding in, head first and shoulders next, and shoots whoever he's looking at (whoever, hopefully, and not whatever) a bigass smirk. ]

Yo. You real? Cuz if you're one of those hallucinations I saw a few days back, I'm not gonna be happy.


b.

[ Or you might just hear this loser yell— ]

—Booze!

[ From a few aisles down. Clearly he's found. Booze. ]

a

[deus_ex_phs]

[How often does someone get their existence questioned? Not very often, if the look Kunsel gives Marcos is anything to go by. So yeah, Marcos has a somewhat nonplussed man staring at him, bemused. The coat he's wearing and bathrobe around his neck obscure part of his military uniform, but the helmet on his head is a bit of a dead giveaway.]

That depends. [His voice is a little bit dry.] What happens if I'm not a hallucination?

[esparasido]

[ He looks, to Marcos, like someone he'd hallucinate: unfamiliar uniform, weird bathrobe, unfamiliar helmet. Like something out of his imagination, really.

So he pauses, tips his head to the side and taps his candleholder against his chin. Once, twice. ]

Huh. First I'd ask you if you're here to steal my shit, I guess. Or kill me. Rest of the conversation pending.

b!

[rattlingthestars]

[ Jim's been avoiding coming into range of anyone else in the store as best he can in the small space, but Marco's shout draws his attention. He peeks around the end of the aisle. ]

-What, seriously? Here?

[esparasido]

[ Hey, another person...! Marcos looks up from where he's squatting to flash the other guy a grin, equal parts mischievous and friendly. ]

Yeah, right? What are the odds, huh? I thought all this place was good for was stale chips and shit.

#priorities, b

[croi]

What kind?

[Immediate interested response from a few aisles up.]

[esparasido]

Starts with a 'b' and rhymes with 'deer'.

[ If this sounds incredibly smug, it's because it's meant to. ]

b

[burnalive]

[ are you kidding me?

a semi-familiar voice calls out from the far side of the conveni. ] Share, damn you. [ ...... is whoever it is even bothering to get up to investigate?? MAYBE NOT. ]

1/2

[esparasido]

[ Huh. 'Go fuck yourself' is on the tip of his tongue in response to that statement, but wait— can it be??? That voice, it's... ]

[esparasido]

[ ...it's a girl!!!!!!!!!!

Cue Marcos slicking back his spiked hair and stepping out into the aisle towards the direction of that vaguely familiar voice, beer tucked under his arm.

Tryhard. ]

Heeeeey. Y'know, I guess I can think about it... I'm Marcos, by the way.

[ what is he even doing ]

[Day 28/29/30]

[deus_ex_phs]

[Day 28, evening, house 74 in O3 - because I know there was at least one group that was going to be there at the same time]

[Kunsel arrived to find Cloud here, but maybe someone else stumbled into the house just a little bit after that drama?]

[Day 29]

[Kunsel's going to make a trip to the convenience store with Cloud, then head back to building 74.]

A.
[There is running water in the convenience store (albeit really cold running water). Kunsel has a plastic disposable razor and dish soap. Guess who is taking advantage of this opportunity! The SOLDIER has his helmet and gloves off, sitting on the floor by his feet, so anyone entering the bathroom will see a fairly ordinary young man with light brown hair doing a fairly ordinary thing at the sink. Though maybe those too-bright blue eyes might not be so ordinary, but details.

Hopefully, no one will mind if he finishes up his shave while they do whatever they came in here to do. If it's issues of privacy, though, he'll vacate. Just gotta approach him and let him know first.]

B.
[While Kunsel's companion is considering what foods to load up into his bag (not that the selection is all that great to begin with), Kunsel himself is investigating the SD card machine. In his hand is a red SD card that he got the day before. On the screen of the machine is the prompt to pick either a red or black SD card. As he considers which to press, he muses out loud.]

I wonder what the difference is...

C.
[Write a prompt of your own!]

[Day 30]

[Kunsel will be remaining in building 74 for the day, resting up and making plans with Zack, Cloud, and Lancer (who may or may not be present at any given point in time).]


[ooc: For days 28 and 30, feel free just to comment here with the day if you want me set up a prompt, or go ahead and set up a prompt of your own.]

DAY & NIGHT 29

[rattlingthestars]

[Day 29, Outside the Store]

[ Jim had stuck pretty close to the store after finally finding it. He's not risking running out of food again, even for the chance of taking on the tunnels, especially when this food is actually edible.

Well, for a given value of edible. He's still not sure he trusts the radioactive-colored candy or the 'toaster pastries' that are neither toasted nor pastries, but the jerky's edible. The jerky was what brought him back here; his supply had dwindled and he was putting off trying to learn what, exactly, a spaghetti-o was. Other than orange.

The noises coming from the store aren't loud, but the whole town's quiet enough for them to carry before he goes barging in. There've been enough people in the area that he's seen boot tracks and distant figures moving around in the snow, but he hasn't trusted anyone enough to approach except by accident. This time he's wary enough to take the piece of glass from his backpack and try to hold it like a knife as he edges inside.

The first person he bumps into is getting a face full of flailing teenager with a weapon that will probably hurt him more than it will hurt you.]

[Night 29, In O3 after lock-in]

[ Jim has wound up in O3 for reasons that are currently vague. After so many days of isolation, being anywhere with people is overwhelming. He never thought he'd miss the chaos of the old Benbow, but he'd bus a hundred tables if it meant he were home.

Lacking anything to do and skirting around the edges of this, he's back to trying to solve the nonsense mathematical equations on the walls.]

Maybe if you try correcting the errors...

[ But then, where would he even start? Apparently at the nearest legible problem; he's got a ballpoint pen and he's so bored he's doing math homework he hasn't even been assigned. Someone come save him.]

Night 29!

[heroproceeding]

[ Placating Cloud from dealing with another stranger hadn't been so bad this time. But then he figures it helped when both he and Kunsel were there. Now, there's the shuffling of boots on worn flooring as Zack approaches Jim from behind with a soft chuckle. He cocks his head sideways as the young man before him goes about solving yet another part of the equation. ]

Don't think too hard on it now. You might hurt yourself. [ A gentle tease? Just maybe if the smile from above's any indication. ]

[rattlingthestars]

[ Zack very nearly gets a pen thrown at his head for walking up behind him, but Jim startles and nearly tips over instead because coordination is for other people. He scowls upward before realizing he recognizes someone familiar in that voice and those boots and relaxing again. ]

Whoever did these didn't think hard enough.

Day 29

[croi]

[Whoa, whoa, he's not exactly a hand to hand sort of guy - he's Lancer and not Grappler or Wrestler - but he can handle it. But dude. If you're out of PP don't use Struggle. Go back to a Pokecenter to recover.

He can't even be mad because this is clearly someone using Struggle.] What are you doing, kid?

Day 029 or 030 || Both log style and action brackets available

[heroproceeding]

A) {Day 029; Night}

[ It hadn't taken much coaxing to get Cloud catch some z's. Heck, once he'd settled down from the sensory overload of reuniting again and then later of the presence of strangers, the poor cadet had drifted off in his arms once more. This time, he had at least gotten his pack off. Damned mako addiction... At least he was finally conscious again. It was still hard to believe and something in him had to wonder if Cloud would even wake up again after that night. But Zack shook off that consideration almost as soon as he thought it.

Least to say though, it kinda left him... just a bit tied down at the spot. Not that he minded if the way he gave him a soft hair ruffle was any indication. But he wasn't quite ready to sleep yet. Too much on his mind... Or- really, too many new faces around to keep him on alert. Presently, he watched them chattering with Kunsel and Lancer or otherwise just doing their own thing. Although when one of them looked his way, he gave them a nod in acknowledgement. ]

B) {Day 030; Day}

[ With the addition of his friends from home, it'd been a hard pressed idea for Zack to feel willing to move without them. Cloud was still recovering from his trek up to the store. He'd really pushed himself and while Zack was impressed, he was also equally concerned. On Kunsel's further prompt, Zack made up his mind to stick around. He figures maybe he'll ask Lancer if he could run a supply run without him. It feels... kinda shitty to ask. He wants to be there helping him. But... he'll make it up to him. Maybe find something decent out there when they're back to beating the trail... the nonexistent trail, but details.

So, Zack's just... honestly doing normal as best as he can. Yes, he's sitting on the floor and currently fighting a plastic comb through his hair. Attempting to get the tangles out. Damned thing sure doesn't want to budge much. Have some frustrated grunts here and there. ] Man, it'd be nice to be able to shower again.

C) {Day 030; Evening}

[ It appears almost like a hurricane hit in the corner of a room. Yes, Hurricane Zack with he, himself, at the epicenter of all the collected doodads scattered around him. He actually doesn't have too much. But it's more than enough of an odd assortment. Care to pester him? Maybe you wanna mooch something off'a his stash. Or maybe it's just small talk to kill some time. ]

D) {Day 030; Freestyle}

[ Write your own prompt! Just remember that Zack's gonna be staying at the house all day on Day 30. ]

29 - night

[ninjainviolet]

[ Well, hello, Zack. Unlike the others, Sheena is heading straight for him, returning his nod with one of her own. As she nears, her eyes grow concerned at the sight of Cloud and the protective stance Zack seems to be taking over him.

At least, that's what that hair ruffle tells her.

She's got a protective streak of her own--jut ask Zelos--and she can feel hers rising along with her anger as she draws closer. Kneeling just a little bit away in deference to his body language, Sheena greets him in a soft voice. ]

Hello. It's Zack right? [ She nods towards Cloud, not realizing this is the same young man she's spoken to once. ] Is he all right?

both days.

[coleader]

[ clarke's face will only be familiar to a few, but her voice is pretty distinctive, so some might recognize her from the network. regardless, she'll be spending her time rummaging for supplies, careful now that she's feeding two mouths. she'll also be around to offer help, whether it's in carrying things, reaching things, or handing food over if she just nabbed the last pop-tart. basically, she'll be around in the convenience store.

this is a really lazy starter, either give me your own or talk to me at khalasar for a private starter! c: ]

day 29!

[figureitout]

[Stiles thinks he's probably lucky in that he's at least used to running into people, though never before in the store itself -- if before this he hadn't run into anyone at all, he thinks he'd probably do a 180 and book it to the nearest house rather than go inside the store.

As it is, though, he needs food, and braving the crowd of people in the store is the way to do it... until, of course, he spots Clarke (or, more accurately, hears her voice from behind a shelf) and promptly drops the bag of hot chocolate mix he's holding.]

Uh-- Clarke? [..... right?? He's heard her voice before, and it's not a voice you could easily mistake with someone else's -- but he still sounds a little unsure, not least because the last time they talked was on a day that wasn't exactly good for anyone. Of course, all this might be easier if they were on the same row instead of two adjacent ones, but fortunately (or not), his voice is fairly loud in his surprise.]

day 29;

[fakers]

[ it's been a few days since archer originally set out for the convenience store, though he was somewhat delayed by minor conveniences along the way. it sure is weird having to deal with normal human physical limitations again...

but either way, he's arrived, and more or less as he was promised, it seems the store really is a major gathering point for people. if archer wasn't an antisocial asshole, he would probably try to reach out to others to secure some cooperation.

but since he is, instead he'll just snoop around the store on his own, looking for any supplies that might be useful and generally ignoring everyone. or pretending to ignore everyone else. it's kinda hard to tell with him. ]

Suuuuuuup.

[croi]

So you did show up. [From a shelf in front of Archer and slightly to the left, where he was looking for...I don't know, something useful and found jack shit with a side order of fuck all.] I was starting to wonder if we'd miss each other.

[




But they're not that lucky, are they.]

( day 29 or day 30 )

[figureitout]

a; day 29; in the convenience store

[... honestly, Stiles is starting to think this might be some sort of conspiracy. A conspiracy to get everyone in the store at the same time, maybe there was a post on the network he somehow missed? Or maybe they're all been lured here to be brutally murdered by shadow monsters.

Probably the latter.

But as he might as well get something useful done before said brutal murdering happens, he's taken a corner to himself, unpacked his stuffed-to-the-brim backpack, to place the items he doesn't really need all that much in front of him on the floor. There are such things as a candle-holder, red lipstick, a toddler-sized blanket, a placemat and reading glasses in the selection, and he's waving his hand at them in a way that's as much haphazard as it is enthusiastic.]

Right, so, this is the opportunity of a lifetime! Or, you know, an opportunity, period, because I'm not so sure the lifetime thing is a good one to bring up -- but anyway, I have a lot of shit I don't need, so if you have a lot of shit you don't need, let me propose a deal! You pick something, I pick something, we're both happy! Sounds awesome, right?

[He may or may not be pointing straight at you. Yes, you.]

b; day 30; outside the store

[Today, Stiles doesn't venture in the store, but rather makes his way from building 86 to pass in front of the store, having heard noises when he finally exited the house (and damn, the soundproofing was really something -- he wasn't sure if he was impressed or discomfited, honestly). So you may catch him there, standing outside the store with a frown, before turning away and starting to make his way south.]

a.

[esparasido]

[ Sadly (or fortunately), Marcos hasn't been here long enough to be particularly wary of people getting corralled and mauled by shadowmonsters, so he takes this as an opportunity to... mingle, which is kind of meta but there it is.

In Marcos's possession is also, among other things, a tube of lipstick, a stale bag of chips, another candleholder. As far as haggling goes? It's looking like they're pretty much just doubling up on items.

But he walks on over anyway, squats down in front of Stiles's loot and reaches inside his fanny-pack (rest in peace his dignity) for a stick of mascara. ]

Yo. I see you're into the makeup thing, so how about we trade this mascara for that blanket, huh.

[ What a steal, right?? Right??? ]

A!

[rattlingthestars]

-Huh.

[ Jim squats down on the floor to examine Stiles' items before actually speaking to Stiles himself. He pokes at them almost absently, and opens the lipstick tube to check its contents - he's never seen anything like it before - before actually looking up and responding. ]

Okay, yeah. I want the spectacles.

[ Rather than a backpack, Jim is carrying an old-fashioned leather duffle that's stiff from the cold. He rummages in it for a while before removing a sci-fi novel with a spaceship on the cover, a pencil, a bag of coffee beans, and a role of saran wrap. After a moment's hesitation, he adds three ancient-looking gold coins to the pile. ]

See anything you want?

day 30

[burnalive]

[ there seems to be a hobo haunting the back of the convenience store this evening, complete with flaming trash can. Mokou somehow managed to find a box of matches and celebrates the best way she knows how. BURNING SHIT. and hey, fire is a little hard to come by in this winter hellvillage, right?? she figures people can use some warmth, even if she avoids most everyone in this little gathering.

anyway, hopefully she wouldn't burn the whole place down. it's not a habit, honest.

in the meantime she'd be sitting by the fire, reading a magazine boredly. not going to risk a smoke when someone could pinch the cigs she'd picked up in the other store. those things are worth a lot more than their weight in gold. ]