[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. ]

[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.]

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?

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.]

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?

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. ]

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. ]

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: ]

#priorities, b

[croi]

What kind?

[Immediate interested response from a few aisles up.]

[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.

[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.

[esparasido]

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

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

And so dicks emerge again.

[croi]

[Looks up, and then-]

Wait. I know you.

[He might've been told about this.]

it's my goal to make every thread with you about dicks, apparently

[esparasido]

Huh? How, which mysterious handlename are you, huh?

[ This is slightly unnerving... sure, he's talked to Lancer over voice, but who immediately recognizes voices?! ]

So I've noticed.

[croi]

[Yeah, there's only so many people around period so it seems a safe bet to assume this is the guy he saw over video.]

Something about sounding like I'm...two dick sizes too small? And I think you said I'm overcompensating?

[Yup. Sup!]

1/2

[esparasido]

[ Fuck.

Zack spilled, didn't he... Marcos is going to figuratively murder him for this. ]

Huh?

2/3, actually... damn

[esparasido]

Ah... haha, did I say that? Man, musta been that time we were all goin' a little crazy with the paranoia. No hard feelings, right?

[esparasido]

...Because if I were in a right state of mind, I would've shot for 3 dick sizes too small.

[ rest in fucking pieces, Marcos Eringrad Garcia. ]

[croi]

Let's take this outside, kid.

[Because it's basically what you do at this point, right? Plus there's a shit ton of people in the convenience store so if they fought inside they'd probably hit fifteen others and suddenly, brawl.]

[esparasido]

[ Ok, it's been literal ages since he's gotten into a shitty fight with a stranger, and if Alex were here? The bastard would 100% telling him not to be a dumbass and choose his fights. Maybe. Or Alex would be gearing up to go too, that's just as likely.

Anyway, the point is that he takes the can of booze he's found (he doesn't trust it with anyone else) and starts moseying out into the harsh Norfinbury cold. ]

Alright, alright, I'll let you fight for your pride, man.

1/3

[croi]

Thanks.

[And he's sincere about it! Because he can respect someone who'd pick a fight and then actually follow through with it. So he nods to the kid, indicates he should leave the beer safely over there, and...]

2/3

[croi]

[And what follows is a balls amazing fight, like, holy shit. It has incredible action. If it was some animated medium (live action, anime, a video game, whatever) there'd be kickass music blasting in the background. Like...you fucking can't believe it. This is a fucking great fight. The entire budget would be blown on it. It would be a memeically legendary scene, one which would last long beyond the rest of the canon would. There'd be series which would come after which would reference it and try to ape what it did, and fail to match its glory, because it's just that damn cool.

Just.

Fucking amazing, man, fucking amazing. This is a really great fight. And so it won't be described, because a text description would only capture but an ounce of the glory and wonder of it, and would not only that but intimidate literally everyone else who has yet to post from posting in this mingle log because they'd look at it. They'd look at this fight and go, "Fuck, there is absolutely no way I can post to this mingle log because that fight is so great, so fucking amazing, there's no way I can top it." And it would probably shut down the game, nay, DWRP entirely, because everyone would look at it and just go oh shit. There's no way I can do better.

So it won't be described. Just close your eyes and savor knowing that it happened.]

3/3

[croi]

[Anyway, a few minutes later Marcos is ass deep in snow.]

You fought well.

[esparasido]

[ Pretend that Marcos isn't half-spider in this icon because it's the only one that conveys how sheepish he feels after that gargantuan fight. Damn, did you see that fucking fight? The fight of the century. Valiance, valor, vivifying vanquishment, a whole bunch of other words that start with 'v'.

Anyway, here's Marcos. He's ass-deep in snow. ]

Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, you have until I climb out of here, bastard.

[ He says...


...but he's stuck, fuck you Lancer. ]

[croi]

[Meanwhile, guess who's got two thumbs and is walking over to that can of beer...] Oh? Let me know when you're ready.