[EVENT] DAY 12 AND ONWARD

[deaddirector]

[WHO] All outsiders who made the trip
[WHERE] The Ferry Terminal in Malta
[WHEN] Day 12 Evening and beyond
[STYLE]Action
[RATING] Who knows
[STATUS] Open

If you don't know what's going on, look Here.

[Today marks the first gathering of the outsider's

Comments

[cometoconsensus]

[Legion took his sweet time getting over here, mostly because he was able to calculate exactly how long it would take to get here on foot. So, he spent his extra time exploring the land and learning more about the infected they all shared it with.

Now he is observing the growing crowd with interest, passing by each person, and taking photos of their faces for his own memory.]

[vigi_something]

[There is someone who happens to be following Legion around as he was coming through. She wasn't exactly sure what Legion was up to and was following out of curiosity.]

Meow?

[cometoconsensus]

[An extensive search through his database produced two things: it was organic, and it was some kind of feline. Of course, there was only one way to communicate with it.]

Meow?

[vigi_something]

Oh, are you trying to meow like Tao? You were really close there, but it's not Meow, it's meow~

[rollthecredits]

[Whoa, there are more people here than she thought there'd be. Even after slumping next to a bunch of them in Robert's truck, the number of people who actually made it gives Heather pause. She steps cautiously over towards the stock of supplies, looking over the amassed food and water.]

[Talking to herself is still fair game, though.]

Spam, huh? Really? [Not to be ungrateful or anything, but...]

[genocide_angel]

[Jo walks over to the supplies after having a pretty tiring trip on the ferries. She picks up a can of Spam and inspects it closely. She's not quite sure what to make of it. She turns to a girl that's also standing by the supplies.]

What is this?

[holy_beats]

[ Justin claimed a water bottle for himself without making a sound-sadly, the MP3 player ran out of battery long ago, and he’s still without a charger. Most probably invading some personal space, he glanced over the woman’s shoulder. Upon (actually!) hearing her inquiry, he replied, perhaps a bit too cheerfully given the dreadful surroundings. ]

Shoulder meat from a pig with meat stock glaze!

[genocide_angel]

[Jo senses that her space is being invaded. As he answers her question, Jo drops the can, and before it hits the ground, she points her gun at his head. Luckily she stops herself before pulling the trigger.]

What the fuck is wrong with you? Getting that fucking close to someone in our situation.

[shitty_vampires]

[It took quite awhile, given that he goofed off for a few hours on the way here, but Hazama finally arrives. And once he does, the guy is strolling around with his hands in his pockets and an amused smirk plastered on his face. It was almost like he was enjoying himself here. He is a creepy kind of guy, after all.

Don't mind him though.]

[doktorhomicide]

[Stop hogging up all the creepy Hazama. Medic needs some of it, too, because, you know, he can never have enough. So, of course, he totally minds Hazama, and takes pains to make conversation. Because it's 10 times better than eating SPAM.]

You seem to be having fun.

[shitty_vampires]

[Agreed on the SPAM-eating front. Hazama's expression doesn't falter as the conversation begins, as well.]

Oh, little old me? I'm just making the best of the situation we've found ourselves in here. There's no real reason to be all depressed, after all.

[doktorhomicide]

Such a refreshing look on zuh situation! Alzhough, you must admit, knowing zat you could be eaten at any time does put a certain dampah on zhings.

[boltalicious]

[Black Bolt is seated on one of the benches, straight posture and calm gaze looking decidedly regal. He's in his black uniform, as per usual (and also because human clothes are just so unfashionable), and from the looks of it hasn't given up his vow of silence yet. But he's totally watching everyone around him pretty closely.]

[fatfuckwithagun]

[Yo dude there's a chubby teenager who is awkwardly staring over at you every couple seconds or so. WHY are you in a costume man?!]

[boltalicious]

[hey fatty :D He sees those glances, and waits until one is aimed at him to give a smile and a nod of greeting.]

[fatfuckwithagun]

[CHUBBY! Not fat.

Ohshii- he's onto him. Well he might as well speak.]

Uh hey. That's an, um. Interesting... costume! [HOW DO YOU SPEAK TO A GUY IN A COSTUME!]

Huuurgh, so late to the party.

[womanwhofights]

[Cousland's quite done with marvelling at Rob's truck (Being a medieval moron used to horses and carts at most), and insofar seems to be suspiciously inspecting a can of SPAM she's punched a hole in with the tip of her sword.
Sure doesn't look like any sort of edible substances she's ever seen before.]

[itselegant]

...it's a UFO.

[the joke is totally lost on her, but it's funny to say anyway.]

[womanwhofights]

[Cousland blinks under her helm's raised visor. A whowhatnow in the wherewhen?]

...I'm afraid you've lost me already.

[itselegant]

Unidentified food object.