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[The customary static washes over the radios followed by what sounds like the usual moaning and groaning of infected. Those very same infected that haven't been seen for a while.]

Okay, so... I might need help? Um, if you met me about a week ago, I'm sorry? That wasn't really, uh... me. So, can we start over? Hi, I'm Rhys and I'm currently stuck in a building by the radio tower--did you know there's a radio tower here? Yeah, there's a radio tower. I've been working on modifying it to carry more than just audio signals. It's kinda set up so that it actually maybe did once before, but long story short, it doesn't anymore. I've been gradually repairing it. That's how I... got stuck, actually. I needed a part and I went hunting for it and those weird things in TK's ad were all over the Tech Shack. I thought they were dead. They weren't, if you were wondering.

[There's an elevating level of panic in his voice as he speaks and it only seems to make his voice raise in pitch. Nothing like the tone heard upon his arrival, lacking all the confidence and attitude.]

So yeah, back to me being stuck. If you follow the main street to the super market, branch off to the north-east road, and follow it to the tower you'll see come into view, I'm in the store two blocks down. Big sign says "Tech Shack". There are about eight of those infected things and I'm--heheh kinda... clinging to the rafters for my life. Help.

tkbaha

⨷[TALK]
[A hiss of static opens the communique followed by an lengthy pause. TK clears his throat;]

Now that that guy got word back to the Oasis Station, I got weather and stuff back up. Guess that means I can start tellin' ya what's goin' on. Y'all get to hear my lovely voice every day at noon tellin' ya what's what about weather and the like. Heheehee!

So, without further ado; We got cloudy skies with a chance of scattered showers. Infected sightings are kinda, really low. Dunno what that's about. But we got Bandits on the horizon! Lots've'um. Keep them hatches to the sub-city locked tight if ya know what's good for ya.

Oh! And if ya need anything from home, I got a requesitions form ya'll can fill out and I'll see what the station feels like sendin' down for ya.

Happy huntin', folks! TK out!

[OOC: TK will reply to any questions you have for him to the best of his abilities. If you have an OOC question, simply ask under the OOC Questions thread below. The Weather will be updated weekly, off to the top-left of the screen on the Network Page and the Logs Page. Items requested will be dropped off on Thursdays with a Drop Ship. Remember, you won't always get what you ask for, but you'll get something.]

dirtyredneck

[Daryl's doing his morning head count, checking the watch, jogging through the warehouse, taking mental note of where everyone was, when he realized one very important person wasn't there: Padme. Her notebook with the numbers was left next to her bed, but she wasn't around. After he realized she wasn't there, he noticed that the smartass and Leia were gone, too.

That wasn't normal. So to the earpieces he went:]

Padme! Han! Leia! Check your asses in!

[After several minutes without answer, he switched tactics:]

Hey! Anyone see Padme, Han, or Leia today? Know if they headed out together for a run?

pilot

This is Captain Han Solo hailing…whoever’s listening on the only frequency we’ve got. Do you copy?

[ KXKXKXKXSH. ]

This is Captain Han Solo on the planet’s surface hailing whoever is out there. Do you copy?

[ KXKXKXKXKXKXSH. ]

Oh, come on. I fixed you! [ that would be the sound of something that definitely got banged on. ]

This is Captain Han Solo of the Millennium Falcon transmitting in the blind. Our ship crash-landed on a desert planet. We need evac. Someone's gotta be listening.

[ There's a long silence, but then something in the transmission changes, followed by a garbled voice. Something changes again, and the voice gets clearer. It's a male voice. ]

Ah, Mr. Solo. That's going to be a no-go on the evac. We don't have anywhere to evacuate you to, up here isn't an option.

[ The tone in his voice makes it sound like he doesn't exactly care to evacuate them either. ]

How's Earth? Having a good time? Here's what I'll do, Mr. Solo, I'll send you down some food - or something. I keep saying trail mix and water is such a boring combination.

[ There's another pause, long enough it sounds like the "friend" on the other line has left. Any response that Han fills it with is ignored and this is obvious when he speaks again. ]

I'm sure you have plenty of questions, wanting answers. Look, I'm kind of busy, you know, doing important stuff, making sure you guys stay alive. So, good job on getting the communications up and running. Need anything, just holler, I'll have this feed monitored. Ciao!

[ A couple minutes after the nameless and faceless man makes his exit from the rather one sided conversation, there is a strange tapping noise, that doesn't really have a pattern, or if it does, it's lost in the transmission.

for his part, han has only one response. ]

You, son of a —

( ooc: comms have been established with the orbiting ship! feel free to threadjack and use this post as you wish! )

finnamonbun

[He's been avoiding the comms for a while, hunkering down somewhere safe and waiting for the chaos to die down. But this is madness, and he needs to say something.]

Hey, uh...fellow...stranded people. [Awesome start.] Look, I'm a little on my own here, and it's not really...working. I think we should take a headcount of all of us here and make sure we're all in groups, probably three or more. We shouldn't go anywhere alone, especially after all these attacks.

Might be a good idea to establish some kind of leadership too. And regular meetings. We're all stuck here together. We gotta make this work or we're all dead.

[His confidence wavers once he's finished.] So...yeah. That's what I was thinking would be good. If you guys agree.

borntorebel

[After some extremely uncomfortable fighting with both her now shredded wedding gown and with the earbud for what she could only assume was a communicator, Leia's patience for all things regarding this day is shot. Very little about this situation makes her happy and when she speaks, it shows in her voice.]

Han? Luke? Threepio? Lando? Where are you? If this is some sort of sick joke of a honeymoon, I'm not laughing.

[After everything, today was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, and it had been until she'd woken up somehow in that pod. In the middle of a desert.]

I thought we'd agreed that we'd never return to Tatooine, even if it was the last planet in the galaxy? And what the kriff happened to my dress?

dirtyredneck

[Daryl had looked on foot the first day (yesterday) that he'd noticed the girl missing. Figured she might have gone out on her own to try and salvage some supplies so the rain didn't ruin everything. He'd been a more than a little distracted by the ghost of Beth walking around and avoiding her that he hadn't called attention to Athena's escapade. But she wasn't back yet and there were still far too many walkers out and about the city.

He was in the Warehouse, on the third floor, looking out the window at the rain coming down like they were in the middle of a frickin' waterfall. But his head was elsewhere. Worried. Desperate. He couldn't lose another little girl on his watch.

Not again.]

Athena?

...Athena!

Answer me, dammit!

Please.

strangelic

It's an invasion. These things--they're men. They're not like these creatures. They're alive, and they're hungry for human flesh...for...flesh. One of them bit me.

The undead are loose too. They're fast, and wet - corrupted - and they smell terrible. I don't know where they're coming from, but they're everywhere. Please be careful.

[ A long, fractured sort of pause, like a breath taken through pain. ]

We need to come together, protect each other, perhaps even beat a retreat. The warehouse is the safest place, we should regroup there. If anyone needs help reaching it, say something. We will come for you.

dirtyredneck

THEY'RE IN THE CITY!

[Daryl didn't bother lowering his voice at first. This was something people needed to hear. After that quick shout came the sound of Daryl panting for breath and, somewhat distantly, his feet pounding alternately on pavement and mud. Static scrambled the feed for a second here and there when he had to duck under some overgrown plants while he ran. Eventually the sound of something sliding across gravel came and then all that could be heard was Daryl sucking a in a breath before he held it.

The silence that followed was broken by the groans and odd high-pitched whines of walkers converging on his location. Seconds stretched into minutes and Daryl barely allowed himself to breathe just to keep from making a sound. Only when the walkers had finally passed and were long gone did he speak again. This time in a hushed, cautious whisper.]

Not sure how they got in, but I found them in the south-west corner of the city. Near the wall. Didn't see any holes nearby, but I know there are some. Not sure I can make it back to the warehouse 'fore it gets dark, neither. Not without drawing them the-

[Daryl's voice cut off at the sound of glass breaking very close by. A muttered 'shit' was the last thing he said before he was once again off and running.]

haihefa

[ some time shortly after the dropship goes diving into the ground, once Roan's gotten his head on straight and talked to the other two trapped in the metal can with him, he tries the ear piece things they woke with. But cautiously, only in his native tongue, at first. The one only one other person here understands.

the voice is deep, gravelly, but the tone isn't threatening. more careful, and flat. like soldiers whispering positions over a radio channel. ]

Ai laik Roan kom Azgeda. Lukot kom kongeda. Ai laik raun Skaikru floudon, kom tu moun kru.

Baga zog raun. Beja sis au.

[ a pause settles, roan unsure if he should be saying this or not. but Wanheda isn't being hunted anymore... to be safe, he goes by the less commonly known name. ]

Heda. Klark ste hir.

[ that's it for Trigedasleng. and because this looks more like Sky people than Trikru, he does another message in English, less telling, because there's no promise it isn't more Mountain Men either. ]

Who gifted us the nice tech and dead bodies? Anyone up to claiming it?

[[ ooc; forgive my crappy trigedasleng translation, i'm not good at this crap. this is what it should be, though:

I am Roan of Azgeda. Friend of the Coalition. I'm inside a Skaikru ship, with two others.
Enemies swarm us. Please help.
Commander. Clarke is here. ]]

strangelic

I've been scavenging plastic, electric wire and sheet tin from the buildings around the hotel. I believe I have enough, now, to build freshwater stills to collect rainwater, but this should be done below the jungle canopy to prove most effective. If anyone should want to help, I would be grateful for the company.

Furthermore, Daryl, I-- [ Hesitation. ] I'm very grateful for your generosity, but there's really no need to include me in your rationing in the future. Dean says to thank you on his behalf.

[ There's another long, thoughtful sort of pause, almost as though Castiel is considering disconnecting, before he presses on with his address: ]

The hotel rooftop has new residents. Please try to avoid killing them, they're only doing what God made them to do. [ So...mentioning that the new residents are bees might have been useful, right? ]

( Action prompts under the cut! )

dirtyredneck

[Daryl takes to the earpieces about mid-morning.]

Alright, so it looks like most of us have been settling in at one of two places. The Hotel and the Warehouse. Some of you have taken yourselves elsewhere and as long you got shelter and can defend it, you're okay.

For those that ain't in the know, the Warehouse is this old building some of us found near the wall on the edge of the lake. Sound walls, one of them iron fences around the parking lot got them spikes on the top. Turned into loft space before everything went the way it did. Point is, we found a storm drain that's bringing water in pretty directly. So we got plenty of that for boiling. We got a fence we can defend. Room inside that to start a garden. Plenty of space inside for them that wants it. Found a bedding store, gonna be dragging some mattresses over from there...

[Not being all together was a little frustrating, but there was so much room and no walkers in the city (that they'd found so far), so it wasn't as worrisome. And hell, if the hotel got compromised, those that were there could find refuge in the warehouse.]

We got ourselves a friend that landed alone last week. Brought me something of a peace offering couple days back, after Newt went and got himself stuck up a tree.

[And the day Daryl yelled at everyone.]

Good sized deer. Been smoking the meat so it'll keep. Most of it's ready. You want some, you can come get some. Plenty to go around and deer's worth the effort of making the walk.

[Anything else he needed to bring up? ...oh, right.]

For those that need to be concerned about it [Alex], tonight is the first night of this month's full moon.

[There. Leadership for the day done with.]

[[action for those partaking in the smoked deer or anything else at the warehouse is perfectly fine.

EDIT: I misunderstood how the lake was butting up to the city, so there's been an edit regarding the warehouse location! It's close to the wall that has the lake on the other side. Not on the water itself. Sorry for the confusion.]]

officio

Everyone who came to this planet in a drop shuttle, please listen. My name is Padmé Amidala, I am a former senator of the Galactic Senate. I know that means little to many of you... but there are people out there who want me dead. [ She pauses in her speech, her voice clear and calm. ] I am telling you this because I will not hide who I am, or what I know.

By now, you all know what we are facing, here. And until we can establish a connection to those who are out there, get the comms on the ship to work... in order for all of us to survive, we need to work together.

[ Another pause in the speech, for a speech it is -- it doesn't matter she isn't standing in her seat in the Senate, speaking to the Senators, arguing in favour of peace; she is arguing now, too, for what she believes. And she believes in unity. ]

I understand many of you will think you can't trust those you don't know, but down here, we only have each other. If we want to live until we get a chance to get out of here, back to those we've been taken from, our best chance is to combine our resources, our strengths.

Daryl was right. No one should leave the city without alerting at least someone else. Moreover, we need to know exactly who were on the ship, what you can do. If you want to hide your identity, I understand -- but don't hide what you can do for others. We are not each other's enemies... don't make the mistake of acting like we are.

[ It sounds like the end, but she has one more thing to say: ] I will be outside the hotel. Please come to see me, tell me only your name if nothing else. So we know at least how many of us are here.

[ The last sentence is softer than the rest, pleading when the speech itself was certain, carrying the sense of authority someone has when they're used to speaking like this, trying to convince people to see things the way she does. But the last bit is her asking, hoping that people will at the very least do that much. So no one ever goes missing without anyone knowing they should be there. ]

( ooc: open for action as well for everyone who wants to come to talk to her in person! )

dirtyredneck

[[ooc: Backdated to shortly after this mess with Newt gets resolved and they're back inside the Gates.]

All ya'll talking shit about how we all gotta work together 'cause we're stuck here together best listen the hell up. You want to work together? FINE. First you gotta to is tell the rest of us what hell you can do. No more fucking surprises like some seven foot leopard man!

The only way to pool our goddamn resources are if we know what the fuck they are! And if you can do shit like that, then it's a goddamn resource!

I don't care where the hell you picked to hole your asses up, but if you're gonna talk to me and everyone else about how we should kum-by-fucking-ya, then you best be offering up your skills so we can take full advantage of them.

And don't make runs outside the walls alone no more without telling someone where the hell you're gonna be so we know to keep an eye on you! Hell, I don't even go hunting without telling Glenn I'll be out! You got people to rely on so rely on them!

Fucking hell, people!

[Daryl's angry because he cares. And he hates that he cares.]

[[ooc: open to action if anyone wants to be near him while he's making this rant]]

phaselocknroll

Uh. Hi. I’m Maya.

[ Maya has never been good at public speaking, and while the small group of survivors doesn’t make for much of a public, it’s enough. There’s a beat of awkward silence for a second as the Siren clears her throat. ]

First of all, I know some of you are working on getting communications up. While I was looking around I found this… I think it’s part of a video game system? It might have useful components in it, so if anyone wants it, let me know. I certainly don’t have any use for it.

Second of all, I’m a Siren. If you don’t know what that means, in layman’s terms it means I have powers. I can trap things in an extra-dimensional bubble for a short time, and I can set them on fire. It’s proven pretty effective against the zombies, or… whatever they really are, so if you’re going out into the forest and need assistance, don’t hesitate to ask.

I do possess some healing abilities as well. I can’t completely heal major injuries, but I can at least help a little. Minor stuff is usually no problem. Let me know if you need healing and I’ll make it out to you as soon as I can.

Finally, our, uh… [ There’s a noticeable pause here. How does one describe TK? She’s not sure how to feel about the guy, considering she is about 90% sure that the guy should be a zombie himself. ] Our “friend” Mr. Baha gave me a pistol, but no ammunition. I don’t suppose anyone else has found any?

zimasoldier

...Steve? I'm lost.

[Yes, that sure is Bucky's voice, Steve. His comm is private to just Steve, because honestly, Steve's the only one who will understand him right now. He takes a stuttering breath, composing himself because he just might be a little shaken up.]

I was scouting the perimeter; I found a group of those things--the Walkers? Infected? They were easily dispatched, but... I don't remember. I think I was ambushed? I don't remember how I got out here, wherever here is. I have this odd hatchet and I have no idea where I got it. I'm guessing out of my shoulder, but I don't know where it came from before that.

[Yes, Steve. He's wounded, but he's fine.]

I don't think those things got me.

[The 'I think I slipped up' is heavily implied.]

limped

[ Early in the morning, whoever is awake will hear a very panicked Newt over the network. ]

They buggin' run! THEY RUN.

[ He sounds out of breath, and despite trying to speak in a hushed whisper, he's sort of loud due to his panic. Guess who has two thumbs and 100% wants to be inside the walls. ]

Shuck only walking! It bloody climbed a tree tryin' to get at me!

[ A tree he'd climbed and then promptly abandoned when the thing climbed it to get to him, jumping down did his leg no favours nor did trying to run as fast as he could, not that he was going to complain about it like some shuck baby. ]

withstandings

[ A while after something crashes into the forest not too far away from the city. There is haggard breathing for a moment, before a young woman speaks, a threat. ]

Someone will answer for this. [ She's not ready to make threats against the Sky People just yet, they were in a delicate state, just joining the Coalition, if she turned on them so quickly without all the facts, well, it could very well crush everything they had. She's not really sure who she's threatening, since this seems like Sky People technology. ] No weapon will protect you if my people have been harmed.

[ And that's the end of that. ]

pilot

Everyone got their bearings? Good. It's time to get off this rock.

[ other people say hello. han ain't got time for that. ]

I checked the systems on the ship before we left. I think I can get comms back up. It's going to need work, but I won't know exactly how much until we get it out.

So here's your chance to do something good for the community: anyone who's tired of this dirtball and wants to go home, meet up tomorrow morning at the gate. I'll need people who can tell a servo from a nut.

[ a beat. ] And guards. I'm not interested in getting attacked while I'm carrying this stuff back.

( ooc: getting communications with the station up, pt 1! more information on all of this can be found here. )

strangelic

--will no doubt prove to be useful. [ Pause. ] It beeped. I think it's stopped recording.

[ There's some static and gruff muttering under the breath from just out of range of Castiel's earpiece. He's clearly working with someone to get the radio device set up...not that all is going as intended. ]

Of course you can hear me, we're in the same room. [ Castiel continues, a moment later.

This is followed by more exasperated noises, and then: ] Ah. So you can hear me now? [ Another off screen comment. ] Everyone? I see. Let me just...

[ There's a lot more static all of a sudden, a sound much like a microphone makes as it's rubbed against bare skin, and then with his voice a little more distant, Castiel says: ]

A cell phone really would be much more efficient.

[ If you listen hard, you may just hear Dean saying "yeah, but we don't got a cell phone, do we?" or something very similar. In any case, there's more scuffling, and then Castiel's voice again, once more clear as a bell: ]

Hello? Is anyone there?

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Weather: Cloudy with a chance of scattered showers.
Infected Sightings: Almost Non-existent
Bandit Sightings: High
Notes: Do the Bandits know something we don't about the infected? Probably.

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