Eleventh Tentacle
[Early morning on the first day of THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE, Daniel heads outside to check the mail. Not that he ever gets anything interesting normally, but he's been trying to introduce more structure to his life. Structure is calming, right?
Today, there are two boxes waiting outside for him. And a single shambling figure, far down the road. Assuming someone merely had too much to drink the night before, Daniel takes his boxes and heads back inside. As it turns out, one contains his pipe -- his real pipe, from back home, with the lighter in the base and the octopus woodwork -- and the other, his gun. The real one, from back home, with the recharging fifteen shot canister of green energy and the adjustable range. The one he accidentally shot himself in the foot with that one time. That gun.
Psh. As if he'll ever need it here.]
A; 946 Beulah Street
[OH SHIT OH SHIT WHERE IS HIS GUN Oh. Right. It's at his hip, where he put it. Mayfield didn't return the holster, but by loosening his belt a little, he's got a decent sort of place to put it.
Of course, shooting it would kind of defeat the point. Right now, all that's separating him from the zombies outside is the doors and windows that Estonia had the good sense to close and bar. Guns that make huge holes in things are not really useful in this situation.]
So. Um. You're sure they can't break in?
[Estonia, your not!dad is nervously smoking a very long pipe and occasionally exhaling purple clouds of smoke. Just pretend you don't know him or something.]
B; Streets of Mayfield
[It's later in the evening, late enough for Daniel to know from all the other phone-calls that most of Mayfield is having the same problem as his household is. Unfortunately, he can't stay holed up there -- who knows how long this could last? His family will need supplies, and he's the man of the house, and the one with the most useful weapon.
Of course, this means stepping out into the street with all the zombies. The majority seem to be drones, which is good, because it means he doesn't have to feel even worse about shooting them.
People happening by, you'll notice bright flashes of green light and a lot of yelling. Most of that yelling is Daniel. Wielding a gun with this much power is scary, okay. When he shot himself in the foot, it was on the thinnest beam and the lowest energy setting, and it still hurt like hell. The kick when it's opened up as far as he's got it, far enough to carve a swathe through the advancing hoard, is frightening to someone of his delicate constitution.
Don't hate, okay, he's doing the best he can.]
{ooc: Are you a zombie? Come on by and try to eat Daniel's face! I don't want him to get infected, but I wouldn't mind a fight thread. Alternately, are you a brave fighter for the resistance who wants to show this cuttleman how it's done? Feel free!}
Today, there are two boxes waiting outside for him. And a single shambling figure, far down the road. Assuming someone merely had too much to drink the night before, Daniel takes his boxes and heads back inside. As it turns out, one contains his pipe -- his real pipe, from back home, with the lighter in the base and the octopus woodwork -- and the other, his gun. The real one, from back home, with the recharging fifteen shot canister of green energy and the adjustable range. The one he accidentally shot himself in the foot with that one time. That gun.
Psh. As if he'll ever need it here.]
A; 946 Beulah Street
[OH SHIT OH SHIT WHERE IS HIS GUN Oh. Right. It's at his hip, where he put it. Mayfield didn't return the holster, but by loosening his belt a little, he's got a decent sort of place to put it.
Of course, shooting it would kind of defeat the point. Right now, all that's separating him from the zombies outside is the doors and windows that Estonia had the good sense to close and bar. Guns that make huge holes in things are not really useful in this situation.]
So. Um. You're sure they can't break in?
[Estonia, your not!dad is nervously smoking a very long pipe and occasionally exhaling purple clouds of smoke. Just pretend you don't know him or something.]
B; Streets of Mayfield
[It's later in the evening, late enough for Daniel to know from all the other phone-calls that most of Mayfield is having the same problem as his household is. Unfortunately, he can't stay holed up there -- who knows how long this could last? His family will need supplies, and he's the man of the house, and the one with the most useful weapon.
Of course, this means stepping out into the street with all the zombies. The majority seem to be drones, which is good, because it means he doesn't have to feel even worse about shooting them.
People happening by, you'll notice bright flashes of green light and a lot of yelling. Most of that yelling is Daniel. Wielding a gun with this much power is scary, okay. When he shot himself in the foot, it was on the thinnest beam and the lowest energy setting, and it still hurt like hell. The kick when it's opened up as far as he's got it, far enough to carve a swathe through the advancing hoard, is frightening to someone of his delicate constitution.
Don't hate, okay, he's doing the best he can.]
{ooc: Are you a zombie? Come on by and try to eat Daniel's face! I don't want him to get infected, but I wouldn't mind a fight thread. Alternately, are you a brave fighter for the resistance who wants to show this cuttleman how it's done? Feel free!}