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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Sept 14, 2012 19:36:36 GMT -8
(Floor plan here: www.ggp.com/content/corporate/data/siteleaseplans/WESTLAKE%20CENTER-4341-LP4.pdf )
The third floor is the food court, and also the platform for the monorail. The monorail has only one stop, the Seattle Center. (Home of the Space Needle, EMP etc.) As soon as the ruckus has begun, the monorail will never run again, it is luckily waiting at the platform, easily passed if one wanted to try to walk the tracks.) The food court has many shops, and a large seating area and balcony. There are huge windows here that look out on the plaza.
From here one can go to the second floor or stairwell to access the roof and other floors.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Sept 16, 2012 1:49:59 GMT -8
The third floor was emptier than the previous two, the only people here were the ones who had no curiosity left. They either cowered behind partitions or sat with their heads down at the scattered tables of the food court. In the distance, the monorail sat idle, the rolldown only half way closed. A small group stood crowded around the large wide-screen television, apparently already with the same idea as our brave citizens. A short, dark haired woman stood on the seat of a plastic chair to get a better view, a strong looking tattooed man next to her. The back of their heads neatly blocked out the visuals of the TV, besides swirling pixelated edges. A woman suddenly turned from the television, looking pale, and ran for the stairs holding her mouth. A distorted voice spoke, blown out by the flatscreen speakers turned up to the max. It almost sounded like a kid.
"Yuh-you're all going to fuck-king die. Hh-hhuh heh heh. It's so fucking fun-ny. Just-just die now."
A loud pop of inscrutable electrical noises and fumbling, the television switched to a bluish tone and the crowd stepped back a bit from the TV. It was the evening news, only the top of the anchor's head visible but his voice recognizable to locals. "I-- I apologize for the... graphic nature of that video. We are committed to stay on air as long as possible. Please stand by, we will issue any current news, and we will replay that video in hopes that it offers anyone a clue as to what is going on."
The screen switched again to a black screen with a crawling bar that read: "Please stand by for directions from your local government agencies or officials... Please stand by for--"
The people turned, pale and with a look of horror in their eyes. The dark haired woman bared her teeth, shaking her head violently as if the eerie visions would fall out of her ears. Dark haired woman- "What the fuck. What. The. Fuck. What do we even do about this?!"
The tattooed man nodded reassuringly and put a hand on her shoulder.
Tattooed man- "We'll figure it out, maybe there will be another announcement."
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Post by Gillsing on Sept 16, 2012 11:25:28 GMT -8
(Argh. This time I was looking for an edit like I was supposed to, just looking in the wrong thread.) "Oh man, that didn't sound like bio-terror," Ben commented, trying to gauge the reaction from Sonya and Patti. Well, Sonya, mostly. Because he would really want to be there for her if she suddenly needed his support or something. But he would also really like to know what's going on. Sonya looked baffled, and stared at the television, waiting for the message to change.
And what's the deal with a news channel playing a video in the hopes that someone would figure out what that video is showing? They've seen something 'graphic' that they don't understand? Ben wondered what could possibly be graphic while also being incomprehensible. "Are we being invaded by aliens or something?"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Sept 16, 2012 12:07:32 GMT -8
Patti didn't like the sound of this at all. The last time she remembered hearing a newscast like that was 9/11, but this somehow sounded even more ominous than that. She suddenly had an urgent need to see what the hell was going on. With the television showing a black screen instead of the promised footage, Patti realized she was going to have to get to higher ground. She turned to Ben and Sonya to address them directly. "I need to see what the hell is going on outside. You guys stay safe, I'm going up to the roof to get a better look at the street." (Patti will give her companions a moment to respond, disagree, or change her mind, otherwise...) With that, she turned and headed back towards the stairwell they had come from. Sonya- "Be careful!"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Sept 16, 2012 12:17:58 GMT -8
The short woman noticed the onlookers, and walked over. Dark haired woman- "They'll show it again, but if any of you got a queasy gut, don't do it. I feel like barfin' myself and that takes a lot."
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Sept 16, 2012 12:27:14 GMT -8
Patti hesitated for a moment. "If they're running it regularly, I won't miss it. The sun is already down, but there might be enough twilight for me to see something up there, but not for long. I'll be right back." "Oh, and, thanks."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Sept 16, 2012 12:32:36 GMT -8
(Patti, when you're ready, please move to the roof thread and you can join the action currently going on there.)
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Post by Gillsing on Sept 16, 2012 12:44:40 GMT -8
As Patti left, Ben felt torn. He wanted to see whatever could be seen too, but he also wanted to be around Sonya. In the end he just nodded to Patti as she left. If she saw something interesting, she could always come back down and tell them about it. But if he left this place, Sonya would probably have no trouble finding other people to hang around with. And then the dark haired woman approached, and Ben was presented with another choice. Could he handle the truth? Was he a truth-handler? Of course he was! He just had to mentally prepare first. Maybe think of kittens with their guts all torn out, with flies and maggots? The real physics of dead baby jokes? Or was the video more weird than gory? Maybe he had better ask. "Eh... What do they actually show in that video then?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Sept 16, 2012 14:11:58 GMT -8
Dark haired woman- "Dude, it's... Well, nothing you haven't seen in an Eli Roth torture porn--"
She turned back to the tattooed man.
"Jackson, if these dead are coming, we need to get ready. Gotta get everyone together and stop fucking around, right? Get everyone in here and get some weapons or something." Jackson- "Yeah, but we can't just go out into the plaza and corral people in here, Anna." Anna- "I guess, let's go downstairs and get people up here so they stop opening the damn doors." They turned to run down the main staircase, Jackson gently herding people up the stairs.
...Did she say "these dead?"
The television switched to a blue screen, the news anchor looking more haggard than he had before. He began to speak...
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Sept 16, 2012 15:05:27 GMT -8
Patti stopped at the door to calm herself before re-entering the third floor, not wanting to alarm anyone else. Once she was composed she opened the door. There were more people now than when she left, though she didn't see the black haired girl or the tattooed man. She had to scan the growing crowd, looking for Ben and Sonya.
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Post by Gillsing on Sept 16, 2012 16:00:41 GMT -8
Ben had no idea who Eli Roth was, but torture porn sounded gory, so that answered that question. Didn't explain much else though. And what did this "Anna" mean when she said "these dead"? Surely it couldn't be zombies? Life imitating art is one thing, but nature doesn't imitate art. When the news anchor appeared on the screen again, Ben stepped a little closer to get a better look. Could it be much worse than the shock images that hackers liked to put on websites? He doubted that, but tried to prepare just in case.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Sept 17, 2012 12:04:11 GMT -8
The large widescreen television glowed in the dim food court lighting, its speakers emitting a vibrating hum even when there was no sound. The hum picked up as the screen grew brighter, as if the sound of the light could be heard, and changed pitch as the colors on the screen changed. One could imagine that 'red' had a distinctive sound as they would soon see a lot of it. The newscaster looked a bit pale, but kept up his serious newscaster voice as he spoke.
"This is Dennis Bounds reporting for King 5 News. We at King 5 are committed to give you any necessary information as this global disaster unfolds. There has been little time to gather information, as all events have seemed to have happened simultaneously. The solid information we have is only for our country, but there has been speculative and unconfirmed reports in several other nations.
Panic and rioting are occurring in every major city in the United States. Reports of possible bio-terror are unconfirmed. Many casualties and destruction, though a single source cannot be named. Reports go as far as buildings collapsing and flooding though these cannot be confirmed. We do not currently have footage, but there has been some sort of disaster at the Columbia Tower. There are many reports of black smoke dispersing from the tower, though it is unknown what the source is. Government officials say only to find shelter, and stay indoors. We will stay on the air as long as possible, and deliver any further messages from officials.
That is the only news we can legally deliver, but this is obviously more dire than we have been trained for. We must also tell you something else, that cannot be confirmed and is absolutely unbelievable. Nonetheless, eyewitness accounts report that there seems to be a strange illness spreading from the sites of these disasters. It is unknown if it is contagious, but it infects the dead, and causes them to attack the living. It seems absurd to call them "zombies" but for those familiar with that word, that is what they appear to be. We know nothing else at this time, but please keep this in mind.
We have also been airing a disturbing video tape we were sent this morning. It was sent to all local television stations, it is unknown if there are more tapes like this, or if this is only one, local tape. We do not know more about the origin of this tape, or the meaning. We will show this tape again, but viewer, please be aware that it is very shocking and disturbing."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Sept 17, 2012 12:04:25 GMT -8
(Dr. V & Tyrone arrive downstairs at this time, and see the following on the television...)
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Sept 17, 2012 12:04:36 GMT -8
The newscaster waved for the techs to play the tape, and looked intently into the camera, until the screen went dark for a moment. Greenish chunks of compressed video marred the footage, which was quickly focused upon a figure. It looked to be a young teenager, maybe even a preteen, who seemed bluish in the strange light and the off palette of the cheap digital camera that filmed him. A small-ish Asian boy with limp, black hair. He was wrapped in bandages, like a comical parody of an accident victim, or a kid dressing as a mummy for Halloween. He smiled, but appeared to be in a great amount of pain. Behind him was a grid of blue tiles. He spoke, his voice blowing out the speaker at first and indecipherable, he lowered his volume and spoke more clearly. His voice was rather high and childish, but croaky and weak, like a little kid with a sore throat.
"H-hello, people..." "We hate you all soooo much. Haha... That's why we're doing this--" He suddenly flubbed his speech as a stream of foamy dark blood ran out of his mouth, spattering the Ace bandages and gauze over his body.
He moved to wipe his face and lurched. "Oh n-no, it's wh-- opening." He sounded as if he was about to vomit, but didn't heave. The camera jerked down, leaving blurry streamers in its cheap pixelated blue-green wake. And then--
He pulled open a cavity on his abdomen, and intestines came spilling out with black blood and pale chunks of fatty tissue. He almost seemed to be giggling. The camera streaked back up to his face, creating duplicates and strange digital artifacts.
"No, I---" (An eerie whistling sound like death rattle of an old man) "Those weren't my guts. I just put them in to freak you ou-ut. Mummies take out our insides. It's really cooool. Wanna see?" He gestured and the camera operator revealed the aftermath of his trick...
They went back to his face.
"We killed ourselves. We made ourselves into this, so we can kill you. Th-the dead are coming for you... you see it already. We sent them to kill everyone. Y-you're all going to fuck-king die. Hh-huh-heh heh. It's so fucking funn-ny. Just, just die now." The tape cut out in a fumbling rattle and a chunky mosaic of pixels. The screen came back on the newscaster who wore the same intent look. He nodded to someone behind the camera."I apologize for the graphic nature of that video. Please stand by, we will report any news as it comes in, and we will replay that video in case it offers anyone a clue about what is really going on. Thank you." The screen went black again.
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Post by Suyoi on Sept 17, 2012 14:02:05 GMT -8
Bile rose in the good doctor's throat as he descended the stairs ahead of the security guard; not for the disturbing scene of necrotizing yolk, or disembodied heads, or chrome carnage and destruction in the streets... "Dr. Victor. It's Dr. Victor, sir." Dr. Victor shuffled out the landing door, aghast and winded. His eyes squinted shut in disbelief. Such a disastrous and vulgar display of appropriate and accurate human anatomy... in a time a crisis. He motioned at Tyrone to move forward. "Right, this looks like a good place. Attention, please, if I could gather your attention? Is anyone hurt? Have the authorities came to gather the stragglers? Has anyone seen a resource post-station-thing Who's in charge here?!?" His exasperated words flubbed like air bubbling through a clogged drain. He leaned over, bracing his knees, attempting to block out the exact realism of evisceration. Catching his breath from the stairs, he rose again to his pseudo-statuesque height. Dr. Victor glanced towards the security guard once more, lip pouting outwards slightly. Why couldn't I just have gone to look at a new spa? Nothing like a full body dead sea salt skin wrap soak to soothe the conglomerate anarchy away.
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