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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 8, 2012 20:45:30 GMT -8
maps.google.com/maps?q=agc+building&hl=en&ll=47.629877,-122.339914&spn=0.002186,0.004128&sll=47.626624,-122.335674&sspn=0.002186,0.004128&t=h&hq=agc+building&z=19 Mysterious building on waterfront that Seth saw from the Center for Wooden Boats. Later investigated by Patti's crew, and found to be a boring office space and union hall.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jan 5, 2013 19:10:05 GMT -8
Psst... It's a union hall, with a restaurant and Starbucks on the property. I wonder what could be inside.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 6, 2013 3:11:42 GMT -8
OOC (of course) - The building may be fairly banal, but it holds a weird sway over the waterfront there, psychically. I mean in real life, it's a noteworthy landmark. At the street level close up, it's a Starbucks and whatnot, no big. From a slight distance, it's a gross looking concrete block, larger than anything close by, dominated by giant letters visible on each side - "AGC," with no words of explanation.
We know what it's about now, because we were curious enough to look it up, but over the last few years we've been making up what the AGC stands for whenever we drive by it.
So if you want Patti to go there, it's not terribly far, but a lil' bit of a hike through zombie turf. The building has like one zombie in it, but a few more ghosts. The ghosts could be a mixed bag of mute and dark ghosts. Whateva, The place is not too gory or scary, having been closed for the night when the soup went down.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jan 7, 2013 20:59:49 GMT -8
Patti hustled around the railing, moving as quietly as she could, hoping not to attract too much attention from above. Up the stairs to the dock. All the doors, roll-up and otherwise, were locked up tight. "Ash, see if you can get this with your crowbar. Unless you know a fancier way to pick locks. Try to keepit down, of course." She cast a nervouse glance upward. The elevated parking area wasn't visible from down here, but she was pretty sure the sound would be enough to attract their attention. Considering the possible contents, her hand moved absently to one of the road flares in her ammo pouch.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 7, 2013 21:03:35 GMT -8
Despite feeling ready to strangle his small, bastardy coworker, he entered a state of calm, and nodded. There was time later, when there weren't hoards of undead and monsters in every direction..Like..in the rooms later, he'd have time to voice his distaste. For the time being, he heave-hoed. "I can break that. Maybe Alex too. I think he had a crowbar." He remarks, and gets in position to try to open the door. He tried to get good leverage, and give it a shove.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jan 7, 2013 22:26:55 GMT -8
Micah was seriously relieved that Patti hadn't overheard the conversation, if he believed in god he'd be thanking him right now. She would skin him alive, possibly literally. She wasn't a terrible person per se but Micah didn't think he'd last long on her bad side. Ash was clearly stewing, it was like shooting fish in a barrel. The guy had a bug up his arse about practically everything. Why he and Alex hung out, Micah could not fucking fathom. He impatiently began tapping his foot. " So does anyone know what's actually in this building? You know... apart from a Starbucks, they went broke in Australia, dumb bastards!"
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Post by DKender on Jan 7, 2013 22:45:04 GMT -8
"Probably business people zombies," Alex whispered. "Other than that, dunno. Never been here before, though I went jogging on the trails nearby once. I hope there's a gift store with a teddy bear for Chelsea." And maybe Starbucks has cinnamon tea. Or just cinnamon and tea."If Starbucks has cinnamon tea, one of you guys has to give it to Ione. Not me. Nuuh uh. It'd make her happy, though, so keep an eye out." He watched Ashley fiddle with the lock.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 8, 2013 0:05:46 GMT -8
Ashley, with a leg against the door, and straining with all his might, manages to pop the door open, finally, and falls on his side in the process...Rather hard. He grunts and growls, before rolling to his feet and standing. That was a bit too much effort, hopefully they didn't encounter too much in the way of undead on the way back... He looked back at the others, and pushes the door open, slowly, reading himself for what was inside.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jan 8, 2013 6:25:48 GMT -8
"The smaller sign said 'Associated General Contractors'. So it's probably a union hall of some sort. I've never been in one, so I really have no idea what to expect. Might just be a bunch of meeting halls and offices. Maybe they lease unused space to other businesses. I really have no-" When Ash fell, she tried to catch him, but missed. She offered him a hand on the way up. "That looked like it hurt." She handed everyone a flare. "I'd say only the person at the front and the person at the back should light theirs. We don't know how long we'll be in here and we don't exactly have an unlimited supply of them." She lit her flare and held it in her left hand, hefting her hammer in the right. She stepped into the wide hallway. It reached the width of the building, with a few doors on each side. A few signs hung down from th ceiling, one on the right indicating the restaurant and two on the left for the stairs and freight elevator. There was very little daylight on this level, lacking any windows, just the bit that filtered through the open door behind them. "Close the door behind you. I wouldn't want extras to let themselves in down here, in case we need to come back out this way." She stepped into the hall tentatively, the flickering, pink-red light of the flare leading the way. Shadows leapt all around, making everything look spookier, from the garbage can to the fire extinguisher to the rats now scurrying down the hall away from them.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 8, 2013 9:19:10 GMT -8
"I'm fine. I shoulda known not to use my leg as leverage like that. " What had he been hoping for? That it would open gently? Ashley accepted her help getting up. He rubbed his hip where he fell, and hoped this wouldn't come back to get him later. "Right. You are carrying one. I'll take the rear." He says, somewhat unflinchingly. If they were attacked from behind, they could be divided up, or one of the other two could be hurt. He considered Alex. The man was stronger than he was, by quite a lot he was sure, and brave, but he also was still a kid. A kid, he's a teenager. He reminded himself. The cook...well, the cook's virtues he was unsure of, and considering his outbursts, maybe he was disabled or something. Disabled. Yes. He calmed down. No use getting angry at someone with a disease. Be good. Ashley closed the door behind him, and made sure it stayed closed. He spent some time glancing behind him into the darkness. It made him uneasy for the first time. Darkness. It had been his friend in morning hunts, and now it was his enemy. For the first time all day, rather than pure thrill, there was just a twinge of fear.
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Post by DKender on Jan 8, 2013 10:12:36 GMT -8
"I should have brought a spear," Alex commented. "Or a long stick, um, to poke ghosts and hold them still." He sniffed the air, searching for the nasty dark ghost smell. Nothing yet. As he noticed the stairwell sign, Cornish College memories resurfaced, and his heartbeat sped. Alex never interrogated Micah about the experience, but he knew something terrifying haunted that art building. It might still be there. "Restaurant first. If there's anything heavy, we can put it near the door for later." Cornish College memories ultimately lead to thoughts about Seth. He'd been the only person willing to go back for Micah. Alex was really impressed by that guy; he'd been planning a conversation with Seth for weeks, writing down cool stuff he could say. Any day now. Any day now, they'd banter! Unless ... "You guys, I'm really worried. What if the president has cancer? He's lost a LOT of weight. My grandma says Echinacea stops cancer from spreading. Let's look for that."
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jan 8, 2013 10:25:09 GMT -8
Patti lead the way down the hall. The rats moved quickly and had already disappeared into whatever crevice they had entered through. She moved past the freight elevator, wishing for a second that it was working, then remembering the last time an elevator moved in her presence. She shuddered. The door to the restaurant was propped open with an old, bent-up steel kitchen spoon. The space beyond was a pantry of sorts with a door that appeared to be the walk-in refrigerator. Beady rat eyes gleamed back at them from the shelves. There was probably nothing here that was worth salvaging. She glanced over her shoulder. "I think canned goods will be too heavy to carry back today. I doubt there's anything else in there that can be salvaged. Let's keep moving." "I don't think Seth's got cancer. At least I hope not, since there's not much we could do for him if he is. Echinacea? I wish it was that easy." The next door was labeled 'Maintenance'. Patti checked the door. Locked tight. "Anyone think we need to look in here? I guess there could be some tools or something, possible anti-zombie weapons. Perhaps we could find a makeshift spear in there for you, Alex." She looked at Ash. "Crowbar, please, sir."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jan 8, 2013 12:21:43 GMT -8
Micah broke out laughing when Ash fell over and tried to cover it as a coughing fit, which it transformed into. When he could breath again Micah wondered what kind of IQ the man had, probably only just above 80 at the most. Micah tried not to think of Cornish as the flares were lit but he felt sweat trickle down his back and he could have sworn that the temperature rose in the dark. Tiny little bodies raced across the floor and the shadows leapt with them, Micah moved closer to Alex until he was almost directly behind him. He didn't want to get lost this time, if it was socially acceptable Micah would have considered holding on to a piece of Alex's polo shirt but he didn't want the others to know he was a chicken. So he hung back slightly but kept close to Alex, just in case. “Don't fall over again mate, I don't think you can fucking afford to lose any more brain cells there.”
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 8, 2013 13:55:00 GMT -8
Ashley ignored him, and focused on being closer to the wall, pushing towards it rather than the other way. It didn't give him as much leverage, but it wouldn't fling him over either when it closed up. He gave it a few shoves, and then was reminded, he could also shoulder the door...no...not this door. It opened with a good deal less drama this time, and he sighed. "Two crowbars work better." He remarks, ignoring Micah. He was pretty sure someone else here also had one. He had ignored the canned food. There was no need right now, if they were to bring back fresh meat anyways. He stare at the darkness beyond, and held up the flare towards the way they came, to make sure nothing else had crept out of the gloom. His night vision wasn't the best with the flare so close to his eyes. "I can go in first if you like." He offers Patti, though he wasn't entirely sure what they were looking for in there. He listened intently for anything besides hissing flares and the sounds of the cackling, mentally deficient jackass. He inhaled deeply, and then pushed the door fully open, carefully.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jan 8, 2013 14:13:23 GMT -8
Patti followed Ash into the room. It was a fairly large workshop, maybe six by ten meters. The back corners were not illuminated by the flares, but the shiny surface of a metal cabinet at the other end intermittently reflected some of the light back to them. A long wood-topped workbench stretched the length of the left wall, while the others were crowded with storage cabinets, drawers, and a few large plastic drums with random lengths of conduit and PVC pipe in them. "There's your spear, Alex. I don't know, does it need to be sharpened? We could cut it at an angle with a hacksaw or something." She looked about. Almost every conceivable tool was in here. Power tools, hand tools, hardware, spools of wiring and network cable, and so on. There was a welding mask hung on the wall at one point, giving Patti the notion that there might be acetylene in the fireproof cabinet at the end. This might be a good place to come back to if they needed anything in the future.
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