redshiftrp | Entries tagged with warm bodies: julie grigio

So... few of us here have come from other places, right?

[She tucks her hair behind her ear and a few of the shorter strands fall forwards again. Annoyed, she puffs them out of her face with a quick exhale.]

I guess that doesn't matter, really-- Would you want to forget it all?

[Julie pauses, then adds some clarification.]

Where I've been, people didn't remember stuff after they left. Sometimes they'd come back and not remember they'd been there. Would you want that, or... would you want to remember?

redwinekindofgirl

I guess I don't have to tell you not to let these fucking things bite you, yeah?

[She sounds a little out of breath.]

Fucking-- fuck. Why is it always zombies.

tsuyoi_ame

[He fiddles with the screen after he first appears for a moment. Once he has it set he gives a big thumbs up to the camera with a smile. Excuse the slightly sweaty teenager in his sword practice clothing. He has been training when he gets the chance.]

Yo, I'm Takeshi Yamamoto, are there any places good for sword training?

[He has been exploring but he misses the dojo where he usually trains. He has one more question but first, a sparrow who looks to be made of rain flutters around his head while a pup with three short swords with blades appearing rain made as well pops up to lick his face. He laughs.]

Oh, Jiro and Kojiro say hi too. Does anyone need any help with projects or jobs? [He would like to keep training but also get involved in helping around Anchor any way he can.]

redwinekindofgirl

What are your families like?

Just curious. I mean, I guess most of us must have them.

numerouno

SINI, baby!

[An obnoxiously loud, sing-song voice is broadcast across Anchor. The lack of sincerity in its too-bright tone is palpable, made even clearer by the way in which the speaker delivers his next line:]

We need to talk.

[A cool, level monotone, but the smile behind the words doesn't falter.]

circumspector

Do you ever really, really, really wish, someone was so dead you could just wipe them from your entire life? Like they never existed. And you could undo all the people that they hurt, too.

But they did exist. And you know it. And they made you what you are, and now... you don't know who you would be without them?

redwinekindofgirl

Sooooo everyone noticed the fucking strip mall starting up outside, yeah?

[Julie is standing near one of the outside windows. The 'HOT' part of the 'HOT TOPIC' sign is visible over her left shoulder. Her right shoulder is occupied by a small, cat-like creature that's staring into the camera while Julie speaks.

She jerks her thumb over her shoulder, both eyebrows raised.]

Are we not talking about the strip mall? Is it like the first rule?

[There's a pause, then she tosses her head slightly and grins.]

I'm going to Hot Topic, in like... ten minutes, if anyone else wants to come.

circumspector

[ Angel's feature's flicker onto the screen, black-eyed, black hair, those strange blue markings that adorn her body down her left side and right horn, that telltale hint of fur that appears across her shoulders, her neck, collar-like. Decidedly, completely, not human. ]

Hi. There has never been an easy way to have this conversation so I am just going to jump into it. I'm a monster. [ Her long ears flick, pricking to sound, her chin resting in the palm of her hand. Her thick, black claws that come to flat ends tap against her cheek. ] It's a long, long story. But the sum of it is pretty straight forward, there was a God. She took people like this place takes people, she turned us into things. I became this. I wasn't always this, nor was I chosen for any grand reason. But now I am capable of smashing through concrete with one kick, I can lift ten or twelves my own weight, and I weight a lot, despite my size.

But that and the horns isn't why I call myself a monster. I'm a monster because I crave human flesh. I can and have eaten living people. I didn't get a choice about it. I can sate it when things are good. Raw meat of animals will do the trick. But, if I put it off any meat at all long enough, the hunger becomes ravenous, and I get taken over by this... this rage and hunger. I might - care for you, want happy things for you. But when I am like that? I'm not your friend. I'm not human. I'm not... not me. I can manage it, but this place just wiped my memories for a few days, so I can't make that assurance it will never happen.

So this is my permission. The day that happens, and you can't trap me or stop me, you can put a bullet in my head. I won't cling selfishly to a life where I am hurting someone to fuel myself. I'll only regret it when I come out of it. If it's me or someone else, I'll always pick for someone else to live over me hurting someone just because I am like... this.

[ She clears her throat, because what else is there to really say? So just... ]

... Do you think Tequila is bad for the Reindire? I keep feeding them mine.

[ #nailedit ]

redshiftnpc

[ The communicator bobs, turns, points at the floor. There’s muttering from a voice some of Anchor’s residents will recognize. When the camera rights itself, it’s a close-up of Creepy Joe’s face, the eye that was formerly sealed shut now open and writhing with tiny flower-like tentacles. His other is steady, crazed blue.

His mouth is still twisted, his lips still curving upward on the ruined side of his face, not quite hiding teeth too long and sharp for a human mouth. There’s movement behind and between his teeth, though it’s hard to see what it is until he opens his mouth--more tentacles, tiny flailing things growing from the insides of his cheeks, the roof of his mouth, his tongue. They make him lisp hoarsely as he talks.]

Don’t go down. Don’t do it. You’ll open the way to worse things, worse things, worse.

[ He glances behind him, and in spite of the close angle, some at Anchor might also recognize where he is. In his little hole in the wall, where he was recording the actions of Anchor’s new residents. ]

Trust me. I came back, didn’t I? I came back to help.

redwinekindofgirl

Soooo I guess I... have a pet, now?

[She follows up this statement by lifting a winged dragon the size of a miniature dachshund into view. It wiggles, flapping its wings, and blue-green shimmers in a dappled pattern across its white scales. Julie sets the creature down on her lap where it seems happy enough to curl up on her lap and be have its head stroked.]

I never really had a pet before. [The young woman says then, briefly pursing her lips.] What do I call it? I'm taking suggestions.

[A beat, then--]

Like, legitimate suggestions.

substances

so does ne1 here smoke pot

redshiftnpc

[The entry opens with a soft, sweet, high-pitched voice that will be familiar to those who'd explored the ruins of the spaceship in the wastelands, or anyone who'd heard her suggestions during the item swap or over the past week or so while people have been coming down more sick. She's humming a bouncy little song, at first almost absently, and then with a bit more spirit and energy. After a few moments of humming, the voice trails off into a soft 'mmmm' before she goes quiet.]

Good morning cats and kittens. Have you all been resting up? I hope so.

[Another few little hums, and a laugh, but when her voice comes back, it's sombre, with a harsher edge to it.]

I sure hope you have. You're all gonna neeeeed it.

[Another little laugh, more breathy this time.]

You have a big problem, and I'm here to help. But you have to help me first.

[When she finishes, her voice is much softer.]

I just want you all to live.

redwinekindofgirl

[A person could not possibly sound more exasperated than Julie does right at this moment. Guess who just found the kitchens entirely blocked off?]

I just want some fucking pancakes, what the actual fuck is going on?

sobloodyinspired

( CW: trauma response, PTSD, written out edges of insanity, violence... will warn further in comments if necessary. )

tenuefarfalla

( VIDEO POST IN THE MORNING )

( AUDIO POST IN THE AFTERNOON )

[[OOC: If anyone would be interested in a log as a response to her second post, let me know. Might be a good way to get yourself some new CR with another hero-type.]]

itsnotaonesie

[What's UUUUUUUUUUUUUP Anchor. Hope you guys like awkward teenagers, because this one's all up on your network with an announcement.

Peter's not what one would call a professional when it comes to recording videos, but he's figured out how to work the communicators efficiently enough to where there isn't to much awkward fumbling between the time he starts recording and the time he sets the comm down. It's not the most exciting video ever, just some scruffy looking kid in a slightly oversized jacket standing in a creepy, abandoned lab of some sort, surrounded by dusty computers and abandoned equipment. I mean, there's probably been a horror movie or two that have started off this way, but don't think too hard about that.]

Hey, um. I... didn't plan this part, so I'm uh, just gonna wing it. So, my name's Peter. Peter Parker, I'm from New York. People from Hadriel might know me, I was there for... I wanna say close to a year? So that's, um. That's me.

...Hi.

[Okay, that introduction probably wasn't quite as painful as it could have been, even with the awkward little wave he tacks onto the end of it. He isn't any more comfortable about being in front of the camera than he was a moment ago, but now that the introduction is out of the way, the whole getting down to business part does seem to come a bit easier. He clears his throat and stands up a little straighter.]

Anyway, uh. Two things. One, I know there's a lot of crazy like, sci-fi technology around here, I know people are probably pretty confused about how to get it to work and how to repair it. Um, I've got it figured out, for the most part. I can- I can get at least some of this stuff working again, if not most of it. I can probably make replacements for other stuff that's beyond repair. There's kind of a lot of ground to cover around here though, and I haven't had a chance to really explore everything. So, um, I'm gonna need your help. What I need from you guys is to help me find and prioritize what areas and equipment need attention first. Like say, the medbay, life support equipment, other things we need to like, live.

And before anyone asks, no, the bartender robot doesn't count as a high priority project. Sorry, guys.

Okay, thing two. I'll be setting up shop in the R&D area for... y'know, R&D things. It's below the agricultural areas. I'm gonna get some kinda station set up here where I can give you guys... uh, lessons, I guess? Like basic computer stuff, how to work some of the machines, how to fix the computers and machines if you need to. Like, anything you guys wanna know. The more people we have that know how to keep this place running, the better our chances of survival are, right? Right.

[Right.

And. That's it, he's out of shit to talk about. After a couple probably uncomfortable seconds of silence, he moves to grab his communicator to switch it off.]

And uh, that's it! Peter Parker, R&D, hit me up. Later!

[The end]

redwinekindofgirl

Uh... hey. Julie Cabernet here. Guess some of you might remember me.

[For varying reasons, she supposes, but she doesn't really care right now if the only thing some people remember her for was that one time she lost her mind over a stray Null. She still stands by what she said... and she's not sorry they got destroyed.

But that's not what this is about. Julie is stood looking up at the agriculture zone of the topmost level.]

I bet we could do really well out of the plants up there... Assuming we can actually eat what's growing. The toxicity readouts don't look too hot.

[She sniffs slightly, lifting her hand to shield her eyes against the bright light currently shining in through the shield.]

Don't suppose anyone's found a 'how-to' manual on how to fix the tech.

[The message cuts off there, only to come back a few moments later like there's something she forgot to say. She looks a little more unsure this time, though.]

So... we've all seen it looks like a fucking war happened here, right?

bardish

[ Here's a face peering into the communication device, all up close and personal, before he blinks and pulls his face back. When he speaks, it's in a hushed, panicky whisper: an anxious soliloquy. ] ...is this rolling? [ Blink. ] Shit! It's so rolling! What was I gonna say? I had a whole thing prepared and-- Ahh... Oh god...

[ Do something, Jeff. You can't just stand there like a deer staring at an oncoming 18-wheeler. ]

Uh. Hi...? [ A nervous wave. ] Hello! Greetings? I'm, uh-- I'm not really sure if this is the right place to ask, because I don't know if anyone's alive or dead-- [ Aside: ] Is that guy from the video still around, or is he...?

[ He makes a face, wrinkling his nose at the unpleasantness. Jeff may be looking a little green around the gills here. ]

Anyway...

My name's Jeff and I totally come in peace! Is there anyone out there? Anyone who, like, wears shoes in a men's size 10, who might have an extra pair lying around, because I could really use something other than sandals right now. I mean, they're good shoes, super comfortable, but I'm pretty sure flip-flops aren't appropriate footwear for this kind of place, like, it just seems wrong to walk around here with my toes out-- what if I catch some kind of crazy new strain of tetanus!

[ AWKWARD BEAT. He smiles, grins, way too toothy, like a man on the verge of a panic attack, but he's really trying here. ]

I'm really not picky! As long as they cover my feet! You know, because once I've got the right shoes, then it's all gonna be fine. It's fine. Everything fine! [ Keep telling yourself that, Jeff. ] So... Men's size 10! [ He even holds up 10 fingers, to illustrate. Then he closes his fists into two enthusiastic thumbs up. ] That's all! Thanks!

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