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Caught in the rain

It started out quietly, and then, quite suddenly, you're caught in a storm. Time to find cover. Nothing much to do but to wait it out.

Scenarios listed below for those who want 'em.

i WHERE:
001 PLAYGROUND - Well, you can try to hide under the slide or maybe in the jungle gym... at least you're some place fun?
002 PARK - Always happens, caught outside trying to take advantage of the weather... and it ends up pulling a fast one on you.
003 STORE FRONT - Better hope they have an awning you can take advantage of.
004 THE BEACH - Not exactly the best place to be during a rainstorm, however it is possible to get caught in a sudden storm.
005 WILD CARD - Anyway you want it.

ii HOW:
001 TREE - Not the best cover, but it'll have to do, stay close to the roots and you won't get too wet.
002 UMBRELLA - Most conventional... Kinda boring. But it works.
003 NEWSPAPER - Not permanent, but it'll have to do. Good luck.
004 BAG - Well... y'gotta do what you gotta do.
005 NONE - You know what. You're a rebel. You don't need cover. Screw convention.
006 WILD CARD - that's the way you need it.

iii WHY:
001 REJECTED - Welp. Rejection sucks. And no one will see you crying in the rain.
002 WAITING - For the bus? For someone else? For some revelation? What are you waiting for.
003 MELANCHOLY - Sometimes the best place to feel a bit down is out in the rain.
004 HAPPINESS - Is everything going your way? Are you singing a refrain while walking down the lane? Just singing. Singin' in the rain.
005 ANGER - WELL YOU KNOW WHAT. SCREW YOU TOO, RAIN.
006 WILD CARD - Anyway you want it.

>> POST with your character
>> TAG others, use RNG if you need to, or just make up your own scenario if you want!
>> HAVE FUN.

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[OOC: Care to thread with this lady? I'm up for anything!]

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8141921 - 2017-06-22 04:38 (UTC) - Expand

Tell me if you want to switch to brackets? I can adjust.

undeserved_protector - 2017-06-22 04:59 (UTC) - Expand

[ in 1918, steve trevor dies. almost a century later, he wakes up.

the great war, he hears, finally ended. then it was shortly followed by another world war. and there were other wars, are other wars, as the world shifted from the one he knew to the one diana knows now. ares's death couldn't stop humanity from fighting; and he hadn't been able to bring himself to believe it would, but he'd started to hope --

diana has a way of bringing that out in him.

she speaks to him of what became of etta, of charlie, of sameer, of the chief; slowly, bit by bit, she teaches him the history he missed. she stayed among the world of men after all, chose to believe, and chose to protect. and maybe her hope faltered, but steve -- of all people, can't blame her.

the rain mists down, a chill cutting through his coat; the weather easing his ability to blend in. steve's taken in modern society with a spy's eye, could dress and sound like a modern man if he needed to. but he's no one's spy anymore, and he prefers his suits to modern fashions. he meets her at the louvre at the end of the day, greeting her with a smile. ]

Find anything interesting today?

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[f/m for anything shippy, ota for gen]

Grrk--! Are we there yet, Akira?! The water's starting to seep into the Mona Bag!

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ooc: something with these two? any preferences?

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[ dceu version at

eulogizer. ota gen, ask first for shipping. ]

[ Things that Jill Valentine hates: courting the wealthy for donations at obnoxious shindigs where she felt more than a little out of place. Things that she likes: when those obnoxious shindigs are cancelled thanks to some nutjob in a costume threatening some rich guy hosting it. Unfortunately it means that the non-profit anti-bioterrorism group she's helped to found will have to curry favor elsewhere, but it still feels like a small favor. She likely won't have to put on and in the coming days play nice and rub elbows while doing demonstrations of her prowess with weapons on the range with old money millionaires who wanted her to show them how to get a headshot.

It's in her hotel room that she had gotten a call to get on the scene, that bio-organic weapons were being set loose and she was needed out in the city immediately. Barely a chance to get in her work uniform and pull her dark hair into the ever-present ponytail let alone straighten her baseball cap as she's out the door, she curses the rain that's deluged the streets. The flood spills over the curbs and onto the sidewalk, the downpour so thick and heavy that she can barely hear the sound of a siren blaring as an ambulance raced by. No one seems to bat an eye as she weaves into an alleyway with a gun at her side at a speed that suggests she knows the city like the back of her hand.

She doesn't, though, and has to pause to check the GPS on her phone. It's compact and a glass-like holographic screen protrudes from the top; a map twists onto a screen and she briefly pauses to fiddle with it and mentally set a course. There's no marker to show where she is, so she'll need to be mindful of addresses and signs indicating her location along the way. Opening her pack, her phone is carefully slipped into it. Before she manages to zip it, a sound cuts through the pounding rain. Guttural and sharp, almost a hiss at the end and she can confirm that any reports of Lickers alongside more cheaply manufactured human subjects (likely hired hands injected either against their will or via misrepresentation of what the viruses would do).

It turns the corner before she does, skittering down the brick wall to the ground, musculature angry and red. It's fast but she's just as formidable. When it charges her, she uses the wall as leverage with the heel of her foot to raise herself. While using the momentum to flip, she brandishes her survival knife from her side and attacks it with a moonsault, using the weight of her body to wedge her knife deep into its heart. All luck that she manages to get to the exposed organ, a twist and a sickening wet pop while it howls, gurgling and sputtering when she jerks her weapon out just in time to miss a final swipe from its massive claws. It drags a few steps before collapsing not too far from her while she is catching her breath, crouching. With a heavy huff, she gets to her feet and digs her phone out again, quickly making sure that a clean up crew would get this thing so nothing could be derived from the still-warm carcass.

Jill pauses to look each way down the alley to ensure she's alone, wiping at her face beneath the rim of her cap. It only offers temporary relief while the rain still hammers on. Her knife falls back into its sheath with ease and she's back on the move, turning the direction the monster had come from before heading back towards a darkened main street, lamps dimly flickering overhead. She skids to a stop with a slosh of water that hits her knees before she returns her attention to her phone. Under her breath, she mutters a soft crap. Readjusting her cap to a sloped upward angle, she looks at the ground despite the dirty rainwater obscuring the paved road. Eyes drag and eventually she stops in the middle of the street. She makes a frustrated sound, uncertain how exactly to get beneath the city and into the sewers. It's not like she carries around any kind of tool to drag a manhole cover open with her, after all.

She can't quite shake the feeling that she's been followed so she keeps vigilant in observing her surroundings, though she mentally concedes to herself that it's a big city. It's not all that often she ends up on a mission somewhere so greatly populated, so it's just as likely it's just someone passing by. Without a back-up plan, she begins to look around her in an attempt to find something that might be useful in aiding her endeavor. ]

Edited (i am so sorry about the typos!) 2017-06-20 19:11 (UTC)