[ location ] + [ visual ] zombies epilogue
The fake sun is high in the projected sky over Taxon today, and things are beginning to change.
Street by street, building by building, things are snapping back to normal in a great wave of progress. Bodies disappear completely as the moves through the city. When the last building fades back into its former glory, the power throughout the city snaps back on with a gentle thud and low hum of electricity.
Half an hour later, all over the city, the Extras reappear as if they had never left. They walk to their simple jobs, perform their tasks, chatter amongst themselves in their background nothing language. No sign of the plague is in them or their behavior.
Those who had been lost in the plague are back, too, crowded together in the arrival room at the Sanctuary, bright and new as if they'd never even been scratched even if they remember.
Once that's all finished, the citizens get a special broadcast as an exceptionally handsome man appears on the tablets. He is standing in a bathroom, dressed in nothing but the white towel wrapped securely around his hips and a beguiling smile. When he speaks, his voice is deep, warm, and soothing.
"Hello, ladies and men. We would like to begin by offering an apology for the recent unpleasantness. Some research for a simple virus had been conducted, but there was some confusion with implementation and the results were less than ideal. I wish to personally assure you that repairs are well under way, and Taxon has been restored to its usual scintillating glory."
He pauses, and trumpet bells appear to either side of him to issue a fanfare and confetti. They retreat immediately.
"Additionally, I must convey my extreme pleasure at how well you acquitted yourselves. I am not sure I could have done as well, unless I was firing lightning arrows from astride my velociferrari. I wish I could craft trophies made out of medals made out of 24-karat gold stars for each of you, but I only had room in my budget for one," and with that he reaches off screen and hauls said Stanley Cup-sized trophy into frame. "Which I will now accept on your behalf."
[ ooc: ZOMBIES OFFICIALLY AND COMPLETELY OVER, EVERYTHING IS BACK TO NORMAL! Expect publicly viewable alien on alien comments in this post, threadjack them at will. For more information on the end of the zombie event and additional plotting for all of your dead folks, please go to this post. ]
Street by street, building by building, things are snapping back to normal in a great wave of progress. Bodies disappear completely as the moves through the city. When the last building fades back into its former glory, the power throughout the city snaps back on with a gentle thud and low hum of electricity.
Half an hour later, all over the city, the Extras reappear as if they had never left. They walk to their simple jobs, perform their tasks, chatter amongst themselves in their background nothing language. No sign of the plague is in them or their behavior.
Those who had been lost in the plague are back, too, crowded together in the arrival room at the Sanctuary, bright and new as if they'd never even been scratched even if they remember.
Once that's all finished, the citizens get a special broadcast as an exceptionally handsome man appears on the tablets. He is standing in a bathroom, dressed in nothing but the white towel wrapped securely around his hips and a beguiling smile. When he speaks, his voice is deep, warm, and soothing.
"Hello, ladies and men. We would like to begin by offering an apology for the recent unpleasantness. Some research for a simple virus had been conducted, but there was some confusion with implementation and the results were less than ideal. I wish to personally assure you that repairs are well under way, and Taxon has been restored to its usual scintillating glory."
He pauses, and trumpet bells appear to either side of him to issue a fanfare and confetti. They retreat immediately.
"Additionally, I must convey my extreme pleasure at how well you acquitted yourselves. I am not sure I could have done as well, unless I was firing lightning arrows from astride my velociferrari. I wish I could craft trophies made out of medals made out of 24-karat gold stars for each of you, but I only had room in my budget for one," and with that he reaches off screen and hauls said Stanley Cup-sized trophy into frame. "Which I will now accept on your behalf."
[ ooc: ZOMBIES OFFICIALLY AND COMPLETELY OVER, EVERYTHING IS BACK TO NORMAL! Expect publicly viewable alien on alien comments in this post, threadjack them at will. For more information on the end of the zombie event and additional plotting for all of your dead folks, please go to this post. ]