Play@YSDC

Posted: **Mon Apr 29, 2013 7:50 pm**

Act One: ‘So it begins’
Scene 1 'Celebrations'

The sound of silverware ringing against a fine, crystal glass comes through the speakers.
“Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, but your attention please just for a moment.”
After several seconds, the noise begins to die down as the speaker taps the crystal a few more times. “Please,” he continues with a smile, “this will take only a moment.”
The ballroom grows quite as all eyes turn towards him on the second floor balcony. He’s a tall man, with perfectly combed black hair, blue eyes, and a strong jaw. Everyone immediately recognizes him as Howard Forthington, the owner of the Pinnacle.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, on behalf of myself, Captain Romero, and his crew . . . I welcome you to the maiden voyage of the Pinnacle!” As he raises his glass, cheers fill the room. “While the hundreds of men and women that serve aboard this vessel have but one goal: to make your dreams come true, I’ve ever had but a single dream. A dream to create the most state-of-the-art pleasure ship, open to passengers of all financial backgrounds, that would provide happiness and entertainment like that found on no other! And thanks to you, that dream has come true!” He once again raises his glass. “To the Pinnacle! And more importantly, to all of you!”

And so the first day of the maiden voyage of the cruise ship Pinnacle begins to end in a sumptuous first night party to which you had been lucky enough to be invited. Invited by no less a personage than Howard Forthington, multi millionaire, entrepreneur and owner of this ship, himself

So far the opening hours of the cruise had been like any other. Cabins had been settled into, bags had been unpacked, safety drills had been carried out so that every passenger knew how to act in the event of an unlikely disaster.
The ensuing hours had been filled with exploration of the many delights of the ship from the restaurants to the gaming floors. It seemed that every detail had been taken care of from entertainments for the adult gambling enthusiast, to the passenger who wanted little more than to pass their time in sheer indolence waited on hand and foot, to the energetic younger passenger who wasted little time in checking out the climbing wall, the surf pool, or the zip wire ride that hung ominously above the main deck area.

But now it was time for good food, drinks and tuxedos at the special ‘First Night’ party to which a small selection of passengers had been invited via a ticket lottery. A chance for those with young children to relax in the knowledge that their offspring are being well cared for by the ‘sitting’ service the ship provides.
Amongst those passengers you now find yourselves being wined and dined in first-class splendour amongst the glamour and glitz of surroundings that would not be out of place amongst the best of Vegas. In settings of ten per table you estimate that their must be close to five hundred guests in attendance. Amongst these a large number of smartly dressed young men and women carrying trays laden with glasses move about in a constant stream of activity while the ships band play a version of the classic hit, ‘Luck be a lady tonight’…

As you take stock of your fellow table mates, a red faced gentleman in a tailored, western style dinner jacket, a boot lace tie with a silver rattlesnake clasp, and medium length grey hair carefully swept back in a well kept style reminiscent of the late 1950s, leans across the table to offer his hand in a firm handshake to the person opposite.
“First time cruising?” he asks in a low Texas drawl, “Me and the little lady”, he indicates a voluptuous, bejewelled and expensively dressed female to his left, “Like to cruise at least twice a year”. In a seemingly unending barrage of unsolicited information, he proceeds to give chapter and verse of his history. From his lowly birth on a Texas farm that was little more than a weed infested dirt patch to his eventual position of owner of one of the largest ranches in the Austin area, several highly productive oil wells, and head of one, if not the biggest, suppliers of Military Tech in the whole United States. Interspaced throughout with Texan homilies, which you are assured came direct from the mouth of his ‘grandpappy’, all of which tells you that he is Billy J Haynes of Austin, Texas on this cruise with his wife Jodie May who seems to hang adoringly on his every word.

OOC: Remember you do not know each other (unless specified in you background) and have been assigned to this table randomly by the ticket lottery. Now is your chance to introduce yourselves, describe your appearance and note any possessions currently on your person as opposed to what may be within your cabin. Remember you are at a dinner party, so be circumspect in what you have on you.

Posted: **Mon Apr 29, 2013 10:07 pm**

Ricky offers a small nod at the Texan's question before returning his attention to his food, not even pretending to listen to the man's words. He wears a browns sports jacket over a clean, black t-shirt. Other then that he's only wearing a pair of jeans and black sneakers. His skin is fairly dark for a man of Hispanic origin, and he has short black hair that hangs loosely over his forehead. The only thing he has on him of interest is his multi-tool, safety tucked away in his pocket.

Posted: **Mon Apr 29, 2013 10:52 pm**

Jonathan Moore is drinks champagne as he listens to the Texan's ramblings, he is wearing a white tuxedo with a red kerchief in his breast pocket. When Haynes mentions his arms empire, Moore snorts derisively and empties his drink, motioning for a waiter to refill his glass.

"Have you ever seen your marvellous technology in action, Mr Haynes? Weren't you the guys that equipped our boys with those fascinating cluster mines?", he takes another drink from his glass and continues, "Have you ever held a child in your arms, bleeding to death from a blown off limb because it thought it had found a toy in the woods?"

He stops suddenly, caught in his own rant and smiles at the Texan's trophy wife.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about it, Jodie May, this happened a long time before you were born."

Posted: **Mon Apr 29, 2013 11:09 pm**

Ricky couldn't help releasing a chuckle at Moore's remark as he takes a large swig of his whiskey. He looks to see if the Texan offers any reply to this insult on his industry.

Posted: **Tue Apr 30, 2013 5:13 am**

Pedro Rodriguez sits at the table, listening with interest. He has a medium brown complexion and a very athletic build, about six feet tall and 200 pounds. He wears a black suit and tie with matching shoes and a white dress shirt.

Posted: **Tue Apr 30, 2013 7:35 am**

Luke Hoffman puts a piece of freshly cut off roast lamb meat in his mouth and leans back, amusedly overhearing the conversation. He has medium length black curly hair, combed to the right side. The left side of his hair is trimmed short. He has a full black beard. Behind his big black rimmed Ray Ban glasses there’s a distinctive scar running across his right eye. He’s wearing a very wide, loose, broken white cotton shirt and beige cotton trousers. On the table in front of him lies a Canon 5D Mark III camera with 50mm lens and detachable flashlight on top.
He leans forward and points his fork at mr. Moore.
“The man’s got a point.”
He swallows his meat and goes on, “Although in Africa you can still see it every day. Children running around with rifles. Both city and country dwellers massively killing one another. Civil and tribal wars are ripping the continent apart, and the introduction of fire arms hasn’t done the region any good.”
He takes a sip from his champagne as to consolidate his statement.

Posted: **Tue Apr 30, 2013 9:36 am**

The Texan wipes perspiration from his forehead with a large red and white spotted handkerchief. "Y'all arent saying anything I haven't heard a thousand times before" again he wipes his forehead, "And my argument remains the same, if we didn't make and supply the commodities, someone else would, and probably someone with a looser morality than ours".
You can tell by the set of his jaw that he is ready to defend his version of the moral high ground come what may.

At Jonathan's comment Jodie May blushes slightly despite her obvious attempt to refuse to be drawn into a conversation you guess she's heard so many times before. That there is an age gap between the Texan millionaire and his 'trophy wife' is obvious you estimate that he is in his sixties while she can be little more than thirty.

Posted: **Tue Apr 30, 2013 12:09 pm**

Ricky dipped his head back and downed the rest of his drink, he was amused enough by the conversation he actually decided to add something. "The man's right, after all people will always find ways to kill one another. And the dumb ass kid should have known better to pick up a shiny metal object he found on the ground when he lives in a damn war zone. He says, turning to Moore and holding his hand up for another drink.

Posted: **Tue Apr 30, 2013 4:21 pm**

"A specious argument, but I appreciate your moral fibre and sense of self-sacrifice. However, I doubt if the countless people making each other's lives miserable are worth those dollars in your pocket. How many thousand men and women must suffer to make your life what it is? Beautiful though it may be.", he raises his glass in salute to Jodie May with a roguish smile.

Hearing Ricky's comment he turns to him.

"Were they but shiny metal objects, even those dumb ass kids as you put it, would know better than to pick them up. But they're not, they're painted in nice appealing colours, red, purple, yellow, and look like some toy, a ball or some such. I'd like to see you tell that kid not to play with ball."

Posted: **Tue Apr 30, 2013 7:42 pm**

To the left of Mr Haynes a freckle faced blonde female dressed in a simple black dress set off with pearl necklace leans forward. “As a doctor I have to agree with the arguments of these gentlemen over the nature of weapons of war. However as the Military were largely responsible for my education and training I have to see things from their point of view.” She smiles at the Texan who is now flushing considerably and perspiring freely, “Are you okay Mr Haynes?”
Before he can reply his wife leans around him, “It’s probably nothing more than a touch of sea sickness, amplified by more than a few bourbons”
Billy Haynes snorts and holds up his empty glass to a passing steward, “Never have too many bourbons” He pushes up from his chair, pats his inside pocket, and produces a silver inlaid cigar case, “Havana’s, best thing to come out of Cuba. I’ll be stepping outside for a smoke if anyone cares to join me?”
Stepping away from the table the Texan begins making his way towards the doors to the outside deck.

Posted: **Tue Apr 30, 2013 7:57 pm**

Moore nods a friendly acknowledgment to the doctor and then smiles suddenly, glad to go for a smoke and not miss the discussion. He gets up, finishes his drink and addresses the table.

"My ladies, gentlemen, if you'll excuse me, I feel morally obliged to join Mr Haynes in his quest for fresh air."

With an even bigger smile, he pulls his cigar case from his pocket and approaches the sweating Texan.

"Allow me to soothe the agitation with some of the Caribbean's finest leaf."

Posted: **Tue Apr 30, 2013 9:30 pm**

"Too true." RIcky says in remark to the man comment on 'too many bourbons'. He leaves with the Texan as he picks up another drink, not one to pass up a free cigar of that quality. Besides he was finished with his food and didn't much care for the air in this fancy room.

Posted: **Wed May 01, 2013 4:23 am**

"I do not smoke," says Pedro, rising to his feet, "but I will join you, Mr. Haynes." He walks with the Texan towards the doors. "Havanas are quite excellent, but they are not the best thing to come out of Cuba. That would be my mother. I came out of Cuba too, along with my whole family. I'm Pedro Rodriguez, the new starting shortstop for the Miami Marlins. Those cigars are the one thing my grandfather misses about Cuba. He used to smoke them all the time, and he always complains that you just can't get a good cigar in America."

Posted: **Wed May 01, 2013 9:49 am**

“I don’t smoke either,” says Luke Hoffman, “but the assembly of such great people at one table is an opportunity I cannot leave unused, if none of you mind.”
He gets up, grabs his camera from the table and swings the neck strap over his head.
“Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen.” He bows to the rest of the party that remained seated and proceeds outside while and adjusting some settings on his camera.
As soon as all are gathered outside, he positions himself as to get the best looking background in the shot.
“Please gentlemen, this will only take one moment, but it’s a moment I want to be able to show my grandchildren… And of course the fans of BBQ Magazine. We have a big number of readers in Texas, who are most likely fans of yours too, mr. Haynes, so smile for them.”

Posted: **Wed May 01, 2013 10:16 am**

OOC: At present you have all assembled outside on the deck, where Luke Hoffman is preparing to take a photograph for either publication or holiday snaps. You may post conversations between you and Billy Haynes, but before eight o'clock tonight (GMT) no forward action can take place.

Posted: **Wed May 01, 2013 7:55 pm**

The photograph is composed to Luke’s professional eye. The group close together for the picture, some smiling politely others a more ritualistic smile. “Hold it” Luke says preparing to activate the expensive camera, and at that moment Billy Haynes, who’s sweating has increased significantly as had the flush to his features, utters a strangulated gasp, almost of surprise, and collapses in a heap to the immaculately scrubbed deck.
It takes no medical skill to see that Billy Haynes is no longer breathing and his slightly parted lips have begun to take on a bluish cast. To the casual observer it appears that Billy Haynes has just had a heart attack.

Posted: **Wed May 01, 2013 10:10 pm**

"Oh shit, is he dead?" Ricky mutters out, slightly alarmed as he steps back to give the man some air. Hoping that someone here will have an idea what to do.

Posted: **Wed May 01, 2013 11:24 pm**

Luke Hoffman had taken position to take the shot and focused on the party as Mr. Haynes falls over, so he intuitively presses the shutter before he hit the ground.
“Whaaaa… What just happened?” he startles, not yet fully sure of it. Even less sure about what to, he takes a step forward and then one back again. Still looking at the picture on the cameras LCD Screen, his widespread eyes looked even bigger than they usually do behind those black rimmed Ray Bans.
“I’ll go get someone!”
He rushes to the door, pushes it open with his shoulder to avoid damaging his camera and storms back inside to look around for the headwaiter or the nearest person in charge.

Posted: **Thu May 02, 2013 3:53 am**

Pedro doesn't have any medical knowledge, but he knows someone who does and he can run extremely fast. He sprints back inside at top speed, heading for the table where he was sitting and the blonde woman in the black dress who had identified herself as a doctor. "Doctor, come quick!" he shouts. "Mr. Haynes need help! I think he's having a heart attack!"

Posted: **Thu May 02, 2013 10:03 am**

Jonathan Moore looked down at the prone Texan, and noted with approval that the two men dashed off to get help. After a moment to come to his senses, he clenched his cigar between his teeth and took of his jacket, kneeling down next to the Haynes and shoving it, folded up, under his head. With a quick movement he undid the man's tie and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt and then stepped back, looking at Ricky with a sly grin.

"Thus far the extent of my medical knowledge."

Posted: **Thu May 02, 2013 12:02 pm**

"More then I know." Ricky replies, a stony expression on his face.

Posted: **Thu May 02, 2013 1:05 pm**

He flicks the butt of his cigar overboard and leans against the railing.

“You’d be surprised how many people faint or have heart attacks at cocktail parties and receptions. This isn’t the first obese, sweaty Texan I see going down after a few too many. He’ll be up in no time, trust me.”

A barely perceptible tone of worry creeps into his voice.

“If our charming doctor doesn’t take too long to appear, that is...”

Posted: **Thu May 02, 2013 5:58 pm**

Like a flash both Luke and Pedro had gone for help only to find help rushing to them. The collapse of the Texan had been seen by his wife and both her and the doctor are almost at the doors by the time Pedro pushes them open.
At the sight of her husband lying with his head supported by the white tuxedo of Jonathan Moore. Who is beginning to look a little concerned, Jodie May lets out a short, but high pitched, scream of alarm. “Billy…What?” she turns ashen faced toward the following doctor, “Please do something. Don’t let my Billy die”
Within moments the doctor has begun a routine of CPR, after having removed the tuxedo pillow from the Texan’s head to an untidy heap some feet from the patient.
She continues CPR while the others including Jodie May watch as a medical team make their way, at speed, through the crowd of onlookers that stand at the doorway.
A brief conversation takes place between the doctor and the head of the medical team. The conversation is held in hushed tones, but from the occasional shaking of heads and glances towards the distraught figure of Jodie May, you guess the prognosis isn’t good.
As quickly as they can Billy Haynes is lifted onto a board and carried away through the crowd towards the lifts, followed by the shaking Jodie May.
Once she and they have departed, the doctor, perspiring from her efforts, produces a pack of Marlboro and places a cigarette between her lips. “Emily Donahue from Miami” she smiles and brushes an errant strand of hair from her eyes, “Would any of you gentlemen have a light?”

OOC: A bit early

Posted: **Thu May 02, 2013 9:29 pm**

Ricky shook his head at the women's prompt. "Is he dead?" Ricky said in a tone that didn't show too much concern. If anything he was curious, and didn't want to go pick up his daughter just yet. He'd procrastinate that as long as he could.

Posted: **Thu May 02, 2013 9:51 pm**

With a fluid movement, Jonathan produces his lighter and held it out to Emily, the sudden scene of death nearly forgotten.

"Jonathan Moore, from Naples.", he smiled charmingly at the doctor and asked languidly:
"May I commend you on your quick reflexes, Dr Donahue?"

Posted: **Thu May 02, 2013 11:43 pm**

A bit surprised by the stream of people that rushed passed him as he reached the door they came out, Luke Hoffman stands pinned to the ground for a moment. As soon as the calm has returned he shuffles back to the crowd. Looking down onto the picture of the collapsing Texan on his camera, he blends back in with the others. A cold shiver runs down his spine when he zooms in on the strained face.
“Well… that sure ain't a good way to inaugurate a new vessel..” he says a little uncomfortable.
He can’t help but wonder if the girls on the other deck are having a merrier take-off and ponders about escaping the grim scene "for professional duties".

Posted: **Fri May 03, 2013 5:13 am**

"Pedro Rodriguez," says Pedro, also giving Emily his best smile. "I live in Miami too, but I've only recently moved there. You did an excellent job, Dr. Donahue. You did everything that could have been done. Sometimes there is nothing one can do."

Posted: **Fri May 03, 2013 10:11 am**

Emily allows Jonathan Moore to light her cigarette her eyes say thanks as she exhales a stream of smoke. "Thank you Gentlemen, its always nice to have your skills recognised", again she takes a pull on the cigarette and blows smoke into the gentle sea breeze. You conclude that there is something alluring in the manner that she smokes the cigarette. "Of course you Gentlemen are only to aware of the need for recognition, I have read some of your work Mr Moore, and seen your amazing picrures Mr Hoffman, and although not a sports fan myself my brother watches the Marlins and has spoken glowingly of yourself Mr Rodriguez", She turns toward the fourth member of your group, "In answer to your question, Yes Mr Haynes is dead. A massive coronary I'm afraid, he was probably dead before he hit the deck", she smiles a little apologeticaly, "I'm sorry I dont know your name...Mr?"

Posted: **Fri May 03, 2013 12:14 pm**

"....Moskey" He mutters out as he gives the author a short glance. Well I doubt there will be any cigars now, might as well head back. He thinks to himself. "Well, it's been tons of fun but, my daughters waiting for me and I really outta get to the room."

Posted: **Fri May 03, 2013 4:51 pm**

Moore raises an apologetic eyebrow at Moskey, but his expression changes quickly as he observes the doctor's sensuous movement, a primal hunger awaking somewhere deep down.

"Please, Doctor Donahue, since you already seem to know us quite well, call me Jonathan."

He smiles charmingly, looks at where the Texan died and then raises his cigar in salute.

"To life and an unquenchable lust for it!"

Posted: **Fri May 03, 2013 7:18 pm**

Following Ricky Moskey's departure the rest of you return to the party, despite it having been soured a little by the recent death. However there is still champagne, or whatever your poison, to be drunk, food to be eaten and conversation to be had.
Eventually though the festivities start to wind down and some of you start thinking about turning in for what remains of the early hours, knowing that the arrival of the Pinnacle in Nassau is scheduled for 8:00 am.
Led by Emily, who still seems morning fresh, you begin the lift journey to the passenger decks below. The lift stops at deck four, where some of you have cabins, and the doors slide open to reveal an awful sight. As if waiting for the lifts arrival Jodie May, last seen accompanying the body of her husband, leans against the bulkhead.
She cradles her right forearm which is covered in blood, the red of her blood contrasting with her pale mascara streaked visage. At sight of you she sobs and collapses to the floor, “They’re all dead…Billy and everyone is dead”, with an effort, she pushes up from the floor, “Please help me find my room, it’s on this deck somewhere 403 somewhere near the front”. Emily rushes forward and looks at the bleeding arm, “Jesus! If one of you gentlemen has a tie or a belt or something to use to stop this bleeding?”

OOC: Garrett as your character left the party earliest you will get a separate post, all other characters are assumed to be in the lift with Dr Donahue.

Posted: **Fri May 03, 2013 7:41 pm**

Ricky Moskey:
Having left the party you head back to your cabin situated on deck four, where your daughter has been under the watchful eye of the ships sitting service. As you walk down the silent passageway towards your cabin you see signs indicating the location of the ships infirmary, where they had probably taken the body of the Texan indeed as you pass the frosted glass doors that are marked ‘Medical Facility’ you hear muffled noises that you presume are the sounds of distress being uttered by the new widow.
Momentarily you pause, considering supplying a comforting shoulder, you smile ruefully, not tonight, and continue the few yards down the dimly lit passageway towards cabin 43 where your bunk and your child await you.
Later after how long you aren’t certain but at the most it is an hour, you are disturbed by muffled screams, followed by running feet outside your door. A sound that quickly diminishes…

Posted: **Fri May 03, 2013 7:58 pm**

Moore stops mid-sentence and drops his glass champagne as he is startled by the sudden appearance of the bloody girl. At Emily's prompting he quickly gives her his tie, which he'd already undone together with a few of his shirt's buttons as the evening went on.

"Dead? I'm sure it's alright, darling, try to calm down, doctor Donahue will look after you...", he tries to soothe the girl, gently supporting her, helping her to her feet.

He looks at the others and says:
"Shouldn't we get her to the infirmary instead of to her room?"

Posted: **Fri May 03, 2013 9:40 pm**

OOC-I apologize for the inconvenience of leaving the party, I didn't think the action would start so soon.
Ricky feels something nudging him and wakes up, instead of opening his eyes he releases a low growl. When the nudging continues he knocks the hand away and opens his eyes, ready to knock out whatever stupid friend of his disturbed him. He is a little shocked by the innocent face standing in front of him. What the hell is....
"Daddy?" A small voice says softly.
Suddenly his eyes shoot open as he remembers where he is; he pulls himself up and looks at his daughter. "Oh uh, high sweetheart, what's wrong?" He says, somewhat dazed.
"Someone screamed outside our door." She said in a concerned tone.
"I'm sure it's nothing, you were probably just dreaming." Or some girl's getting rammed in the hallway. He thinks with slight amusement. Katie shakes her head vigorously before speaking. "No Daddy I wasn't, they sounded really scared." She says, pushing him to do something. He stares at her pleading expression for another moment before standing up with a heavy groan. He was wearing nothing but an under armor shirt and a pair of boxers as he trudged to the door. Not being shy about noise he pushes the door open and looks in both directions, half hoping that there is someone out here that he can vent his frustration on.

Posted: **Sat May 04, 2013 5:20 am**

"What happened?" asks Pedro, concerned. "I know Billy died, but other people too?"

Posted: **Sat May 04, 2013 7:12 am**

At Jonathan's mention of the infirmary, Jodie May, turns her head and regards him with a souless stare of terror, "No!...Not there. Please to my room, I need to rest"
To Pedro's question she merely shakes her head and mutters between sobs, "Dead...All dead"

Posted: **Sat May 04, 2013 7:23 am**

Ricky Moskey:

Opening the door, and allowing his eyesight to adjust to the low lighting of the passageway, Ricky sees that for its length there is no one. Thinking that Katie had been dreaming, probably a result of goodness knows what crap food the sitters had fed her, he is about to close the door when he sees blood on the floor. A better look reveals that someone had passed by the door recently from the redness of the blood carrying a heavy wound. Amongst the blood there are shoeprints leading toward the lifts further down the passageway. Strange thinks Ricky, the footsteps seem to be leading away from where he had seen the medical centre rather than to it...

OOC: Leaving the party earlier than the others was not a problem, it will make things more interesting.

Posted: **Sat May 04, 2013 12:18 pm**

Luke takes a quick look around the corridor for traces of the deceased Texan and the medical team and looks back at his wreck of a wife, frowning confusedly.
Not entirely sure how to approach her in this condition, he takes a few hesitating steps forward.
"Ehm... excuse me, miss May... I don't want to stress you any more with this tragedy, but if you say the medics are dead too, where are the bodies?"
He quickly glances at his companions' facial expressions to see if anyone else can make more sense out of this.

OOC: I didn't write it in blue because I'm currently online on my phone and those buttons don't work

Posted: **Sat May 04, 2013 1:31 pm**

Jonathan Moore frowns as he hears the girl ramble and shakes his head. He slides one arm under hers, motioning for Pedro to do the same on the other side.

"Far from being a doctor, I'd say she's clearly in shock, delusional maybe. Perhaps we ought to bring her to her room then?"

He looks at Emily for confirmation.

Posted: **Sat May 04, 2013 3:02 pm**

Ricky continues staring at the bloody footprints, wondering what the hell is going on.
"Daddy?" Katie asks, making him jolt, and then close the door when he sees her approaching. After quickly racing through his mind for what he should do he speaks up.
"Yeah it looks like someone might have got a little hurt but it's nothing to worry about....But you know what, lets call security just to be safe." He says, going to the room's telephone and calling the lobby/security desk. Meanwhile pulling her up onto the bed with him and keeping an eye on the door.

Posted: **Sat May 04, 2013 5:46 pm**

From the recumbant form of the shaking Jodie May a trail of blood leads down the passageway in the direction, according to signs, as the Medical Center. Jodie May looks toward the photographer her face a mixture of terror and fear, "All dead" she repeats in a toneless whisper, "Billy!...No!"
At Jonathan's suggestion Emily nods, "It might be for the best, she has lost a considerable amount of blood. For the moment I think I have stopped the bleeding, if we can get her to her room I can get the supplies I need from the infirmary" She looks on approvingly as the writer gently lifts the blood stained woman from the floor, with the assistance of Pedro of course. As they lift her Jodie May suddenly grabs Emily's arm, "Not the infirmary, please not the infirmary"

OOC: The adventure continues with Scene Two: 'Infection' at 20:00 GMT Monday

Posted: **Sat May 04, 2013 10:31 pm**

Ricky Moskey:

Having made the phone call and alerted ship security you spend the next five minutes watching the door and listening intently. However nothing outside the door is heard before a sharp knocking alerts you to a visitor. To accompany the knocking you are aware of a male voice calling your name, “Mr Moskey? Ship Security here you reported a disturbance”. Motioning Katie to stay in the bed you cross to the cabin door and peer through the security peephole. Outside you can see two uniformed figures, one of whom, from his proximity to the door, is obviously the speaker while the other seems to be studying the blood trail on the floor and looking down the passageway toward the medical center. “Mr Moskey, Sir. Open the door, please”

OOC: The adventure continues with Scene Two: ‘Infection’ at 20:00 GMT Monday.

Posted: **Sat May 04, 2013 10:54 pm**

"Yeah? What the hell do you want, I think it's pretty damn obvious why I called you." He said motioning to the blood, and keeping his voice hushed so Katie wouldn't hear him.

Posted: **Sun May 05, 2013 12:27 am**

Jonathan smiled reassuringly at Emily and then started guiding Jodie May towards her cabin, reflecting on the way that the blood staining onto his shirt matched the dirt on his tuxedo jacket rather well.

Posted: **Sun May 05, 2013 3:33 am**

Pedro helps to support Jodie May and guide her back to her cabin. "I can understand not wanting to be in the infirmary under the circumstances," he says. "It can't be too sanitary there either."

Posted: **Sun May 05, 2013 8:52 am**

Despite the sartorial and physical discomfort of helping, though at most times carrying a woman that seems to be constantly drifting in and out of consciousness when not babbling something about Bill, dead people and eating, it is relatively easy to find the Haynes’ cabin. Number 403 is indeed at the ‘front’ of the ship, in fact it is almost the entire bow of the ship. Obviously money was no object here, once inside the expense of the cabin, or state room, is overpowering. Everything is white, Gold, or pink, even the TV surround is finished in a gold lacquer. French windows open onto the private deck which surrounds at least half of the bow area. The views from here would be spectacular, but then that’s what you are paying for.
In the center of the room is the piece de resistance, an enormous circular bed based on a raised plinth. It looks like something out of an early Holywood historical production. From the ceiling hang sheer curtains, and in the center of the bed lies a forlorn white Stetson hat.
At Emily’s bidding you carry the distraught female to the bed, noting that the bleeding has indeed stopped. As you gently lay her on the white silk bedcover her eyes alight on the Stetson hat, “Billy!...Dead, all dead…Don’t!...Stay away!!” with a short gasp that may have been pain, Jodie May seems to fall into a deep sleep, her breathing faint and irregular.
Emily turns to you all, but seems to only have eyes for Jonathan, “Well, what now? She seems stable but running a fever. We can wait here and call security, or some of us can look in on the infirmary and see what she was babbling about”

Spoiler:

OOC: Please do not advance the action beyond conversation for the moment.

Posted: **Sun May 05, 2013 9:02 am**

Scene Two: Infection

Marcello di Monti:

So far the cruise was living up to its claims. First night aboard, a few hours out of Miami and already someone had died. Admittedly the rumour was that it had been a simple heart attack, but given that the guy was something in armaments anything was possible.
Still, you had enjoyed the party, the food and the champagne and had made a valuable future contact in Howard Forthington himself, a self made man said to be worth millions of dollars. Now however you and your ‘personal secretary’ have retired to your state room on passenger deck four at the stern of the ship with a large bottle of expensive champagne to prepare some notes for a forthcoming political rally.
After the noise of the party, which even the death of a passenger had done little to subdue, the peace of one of the Pinnacles most prestigious state room cabins had seemed a haven. With the French windows open to allow access to the private deck and the cool night sea breeze the only sound was that of the gentle slap of the sea against the ships hull, and the occasional giggle of pleasure from you companion.
A scream of pain, probably female from its timbre, disturbs the tranquillity of your night and judging from its volume not far from your door. You weren’t aware of it but Gabriella, having better hearing obviously, swears to have heard running footsteps receding in the distance as if moving away from the stern of the ship towards the lifts that occupy a position somewhere in the midships. This was followed by the sound of someone along the same passageway opening and several seconds later closing a door. Then for perhaps five minutes, silence, to be disturbed once more by a knocking and a male voice asking someone called Moskey to open the door.

Posted: **Sun May 05, 2013 11:07 am**

-Can't we rest in peace in this boat? Gabriella, go tell the man to make less noise, or I'l have to make a complain. And bring me a glass of water, I'm thirsty.

Posted: **Sun May 05, 2013 12:25 pm**

Marcello di Monti:

Gabriella returns swiftly carrying a tall glass of water, "It seems that whoever this Moskey character is he has upset the security people. There were two uniformed men outside a cabin further along the passageway. I did not think telling them to shut up would be a good move" For a moment Gabriella's brow furrows in thought, "One of them seemed to be looking at something on the floor".

Posted: **Sun May 05, 2013 1:53 pm**

“You guys stay here and take care of her. I’ll go and have a word with those medics in the infirmary. Surely they can shed some more light on her automutilation or whatever she did in her hysteric rage. I don’t think there’s any need bothering the security. A psychiatrist might be of better use to her now.”
Luke turns around and proceeds through the breathtaking suite, still wondering what a fortune this must have cost. Before closing the door behind him, he casts one more look upon the pitiable woman and her caretakers.
“I’ll be back in no time!”

Stupid lunatic drama queen! You wanted to marry a rich asshole earning a fortune on mass murdering children while stuffing his own face full of hamburgers so now his cholesterol exploded and you can’t cope with reality so you start biting your own arm like the freaked out street dog you are so I have to spend my night running around the ship looking for band aid after your beloved sweaty balloon already fucked up the opening party don’t you know I have a whole day full of work ahead of me tomorrow and can’t afford to be miss the arrival at Nassau in the morning of course you don’t you’ve probably never even worked a day in you life you just marry an obese bank account instead you lazy whore.
An endless flux of thoughts crosses his mind while he runs back towards the infirmary, holding his camera in one hand to prevent it from dangling from his neck. Once arrived, he knocks on the window and tries to look inside.

Posted: **Sun May 05, 2013 2:47 pm**

OOC: Excellent stuff Mr Pear. Please hold it at the point where you have left the Haynes' state room so everyone can catch up.

Posted: **Sun May 05, 2013 3:06 pm**

OOC-Ricky's still just standing at the door talking to the police right?

Posted: **Sun May 05, 2013 4:02 pm**

OOC: Just for clarification. As Scene One: Celebration ends The characters are in the following locations;
Dr Donahue, Jonathan Moore, Pedro Rodriguez and Jodie May are in the Haynes' state room cabin 403. Luke Hoffman has just left the room and is outside the door.
Ricky Moskey and his duaghter are inside their cabin with Ricky talking to the two ships security officers in the passageway.
Marcello di Monti and Gabriella are inside their stateroom a little up the passageway from Ricky.
Dependant upon everyones next actions, we begin Scene Two: 'Infection'.

Posted: **Sun May 05, 2013 5:31 pm**

OOC: To hell with the weekend post rule, I'm having too much fun. Keep posting men.

Scene Two: 'Infection'

Ricky Moskey:

The uniformed security officer outside the door looks over his shoulder towards the blood you are indicating, "Hmm, looks like someone had an accident". He opens his pocket book, licks the point of his pencil and begins to write, there is something about the guy that reminds you of a regular cop without doughnuts and coffee. "Now let me see, you didnt see anything, just looked out at your daughters prompting".
As he speaks the other officer begins following the blood trail towards the infirmary's closed doors, before stopping with one hand on the door handle, "Hey Sam, there's some strange shit going on in here", he turns the handle and gives the door a gentle push...

Posted: **Sun May 05, 2013 6:27 pm**

"I'm not so sure," says Pedro as Luke leaves. "If she'd done this to herself, there would be blood somewhere other than her arm. Something traumatic happened in there. Maybe there's some sort of disease spreading in the infirmary? I've heard that can happen on cruise ships, particularly norovirus." He regards Emily. "You would know far more about that sort of thing than I, Dr. Donahue. What do you think?"

Posted: **Sun May 05, 2013 6:35 pm**

"What do we got a 'mad doctor' chopping his patients up?" Ricky says sarcastically, leaning casually on his door frame. He looks over his shoulder to see his daughter still sitting on the bed with a curious expression on her face. He also takes a closer look to see how well armed these guards are.

Posted: **Sun May 05, 2013 6:51 pm**

Pedro Rodriguez:

In answer to your question Emily nods, "That concerns me too. That the wound ideed looks like a bite, a human bite, the impression would seem to indicate that it came from another source, not the distraught widow". As she speaks so Jodie May, whose breathing was becoming shallower and more erratic with every second, shudders one large breath. Her body suddenly going rigid before relaxing into an unmoving position in which a stillness of her chest indicated she had stopped breathing. Emily moved like a flash to begin CPR., for several long minutes she worked furiously to restore life. It was painfully obvious that she was struggling in vain, Jodie May, recently widowed, was dead.

Posted: **Sun May 05, 2013 7:29 pm**

Ricky Moskey:

You get no reply to your sarcastic remark as the officer near you is now engrossed in watching his collegues next action.
Having opened the door the officer draws a Glock 9mm pistol from a holster at his side and points it into the room, "What the!...Step away from the body...Do it NOW!". As if in answer to his command a low moaning issues from inside the room, "Stop or I'll fire"
Whether he would have fired or not is suddenly irrelevant as he is suddenly jerked from sight into the room. His disappearance accompanied by bloodcurdling screams and an increase in the moaning sound.
"Stay here" commands the second security man as drawing his weapon he runs towards the door theough which his partner disappeared. His arrival at the doorway coincides with the emergence of what must have been a medical staff member although it is difficult to tell as he seems covered in blood as if he had been bathing in it. With a low moan that seems almost sexual he reaches towards the advancing officer who skids to a halt and adopts a two handed regulation firing stance, "Hold it or I fire".
You know what's coming and begin to close the door concerned for the safety of Katie if bullets start flying. Obviously the command had little impact as the officer fires three times at point blank range into the chest of the advancing medical technician.
You can only watch in horror as the officer is grabbed by the technician, who has failed to notice the impact of bullets, pulled into an embrace and ignoring the screams of the officer begins to tear large amounts of flesh from his exposed neck with his teeth.

OOC: You need now a fear roll. 1d10+1+4 -3 you must make over 9 to succed each two levels over 9 is a quality success. If you make less than 9 it is -1 off your essence and you get to roll 1d10 on the fear table.

Posted: **Sun May 05, 2013 7:45 pm**

Luke Hoffman:

You have barely taken a dozen steps from the door of the Haynes' cabin when you hear the unmistakeable sound of a pistol being fired three times in quick succession followed by a horrible scream of fear and pain. It appears to have come from the direction of the Medical facility which is your destination.

Pedro Rodriguez and Jonathan Moore

As Emily starts to flag in her efforts to revive Jodie May, you hear, muffled by the closed door of the cabin, what sounds like a pistol being fired several times.

Marcello di Monti

No sooner had Gabriella handed you the glass of water and explained about the security further along the passageway, than you hear screams and a gun being fired outside the cabin door.

Posted: **Sun May 05, 2013 9:26 pm**

Luke started off in a fast pace, but upon hearing the shots, he suddenly stops and stands pinned to the ground. He looks up and down the corridor several times as if he’s expecting the gunman to come running his way. He presses his back against the wall and listens carefully for footsteps.
OK.. this is getting bad. No mistake possible, those were gunshots. So maybe she wasn’t crazy afterall and we do have a killer on board this ship? Maybe someone attacked her and the medical team and is now on his way making more victims? Maybe it would be smarter to just go back to that suite? No, I can’t, I have to get to my room and get up in the morning for that photo shoot. But this guy is still out there and might get away with this. Or it might be something entirely different..
Torn up by his own curiosity, he decides to choose the investigation over safety. He flicks on his camera, adjusts the ISO and aperture for maximum light sensitivity. A good photographer always needs to be prepared. You never know he happens to see the culprit or whatever is happening out there in the dark. He proceeds in the direction of the gunshots with soft steps, careful not to make any sound, while listening intensely and constantly looking over his shoulder.

Posted: **Sun May 05, 2013 9:33 pm**

Jonathan had taken up position next to Emily, helping as best as he could. Startled by the shots, he looks up, his hand resting on Dr. Donahue's shoulder.

"Are those gun shots! What in the seven hells is going on here?"

He looks at Pedro, while he fishes his phone from his pocket.

"Can you see anything through the peep hole?"

He quickly texts the same message (Get the kids and lock the door) to both his wife and babysitter/girlfriend, noticing with dread the low battery life of his phone.

Posted: **Sun May 05, 2013 10:14 pm**

OOC-You did account for nerves of steel right? Or are we just saying I don't get it this time because it's my first time seeing a zombie. Also if there is another exit out of my room then the front door I use that. And, I know I didn't mention this in my equipment but is an ut-oh bag okay? What I was thinking was that it would contain his spiked knuckles, gloves, multi-tool, and some whiskey.I figured with his profession sleeping with something like that by his bed wouldn't be too far fetched.
Success 12 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4038068/
Ricky slams the door shut at this sight, instinct taking over in light of this horror.
"Daddy what's-" Katie starts, standing up. Ricky cuts her off lifting her up in a barrel hold in one arm, he grabs his 'ut-oh' bag, which was sitting by his bed, in the other. Katie continues trying to ask her question until he pauses briefly at the door. Is it really right to be running outside? Of course it is, that thing is some kind of demon and it saw you, this door isn't going to protect you! It was unstoppable, you don't want to be cornered! But it was slow, you can outrun it, get to the lifeboats or something! He thinks to himself over his daughters frightened words.
"Katie! Shut up and close your eyes, understand?!" He says in the commanding tone he rarely, if ever, uses on his daughter. Her eyes widen for a moment before she does as she's told. With a deep breath he runs through the door and, assuming the zombie's aren't on both sides now, runs in the opposite direction of the infirmary.
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4038123/ Dash success 14
He then crouches into a soft, quiet pace, trying to hide, as soon as he breaks line of sight.
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4038128/ Stealth success 20
OOC-I don't think the rules ever quite explained how skills work, I just added my level in the skill to both rolls.

Posted: **Sun May 05, 2013 11:31 pm**

OOC: I forgot to add my dice rolls
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4038219/ notice (+1 from situational awareness) success 16
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4038223/ stealth success 15

Posted: **Mon May 06, 2013 3:12 am**

Pedro darts to the cabin door and peeks out through the peephole to see what's going on in the hallway.

Posted: **Mon May 06, 2013 2:23 pm**

Luke Hoffman:

In two minds as to his destination Luke notes that swiftly following the gunshots doors all along the passage have started to open and curious passengers are starting to appear. Suddenly the screaming starts, Luke is not sure but it seems to be coming from the area closest to the infirmary. In the passageway where he guesses the doors to the infirmary are there seems to be a small group huddled on the floor. The subdued lighting of the passage makes seeing details hard.

OOC: Thanks for the dice rolls, but they weren't necessary. I will only make people roll when there is danger close.

Posted: **Mon May 06, 2013 2:28 pm**

Jonathan Moore and Pedro Rodriguez:

Jonathan notes Pedro trying to use the peephole. Emily, also responding to the sound of shots, also looks toward Pedro at the door, “See anything? Where’s Mr Hoffman, can you see him?”
Jonathan touches the ‘send’ icon, for a few moments the phone reports ‘sending’ then flashes ‘failed’.

Pedro can see very little through the peephole. Further down the passageway a lone figure can be seen moving toward the infirmary as doors open all along the passageway and heads appear, no doubt in response to the gunshots.

Posted: **Mon May 06, 2013 2:30 pm**

Ricky Moskey:

Holding Katie tightly you dash through the door noting as you do that the security officer has now become the focus of at least two blood covered creatures one of whom looks suspiciously like the ships doctor who had helped with Billy Haynes. What they are doing you have no wish to watch, just the tearing and squelching noises are bad enough. As you slow your dash and begin to move away, you wonder if the noises you can hear coming from the interior of the medical center point to a similar fate for the other security man. If so just how many of these ‘things’ are in there, where did they come from and what do they want.
All along the passageway doors are opening as passengers take a look to see who was firing. Within moments the corridor is a seen of pandemonia filled with screams and cries of horror. Your best option now seems to be to continue make your way towards the bow area of the ship and the lifts there.
OOC: The ‘nerves of steel’ was included, the +4 the minuses were the downside of having a dependant and the sight you’re seeing for the first time. There is no other exit from your cabin other than the single doorway. The bag is okay. Yes the skill level is added to your roll.

Posted: **Mon May 06, 2013 9:23 pm**

If there are people in the hallway between him and the monsters Ricky stops sneaking.
"D-Daddy?" Katie says, opening her eyes and on the verge of tears. Oh shit, she still has no idea what happened, think of something quick!
"Oh, sorry I yelled sweetheart daddy was just a little scared. You see there was a............... a uh,..........fire!" Ricky says quickly, lifting her up into a more comfortable position. "It doesn't look like anyone was hurt but I freaked out because it was so close to our cabin, we just need to get to the lifeboats now while the staff takes care of everything." Ricky explains/lies to his daughter, wearing a comforting smile on his face. She wore a slight pout that showed she wasn't convinced but she didn't say anything else, Ricky tried to think of ways to elaborate his story while walking towards the lifeboats.

Posted: **Mon May 06, 2013 10:20 pm**

Moore curses under his breath and tries to resend the message. He suddenly catches himself staring at the corpse of Jodie May and a shiver runs down his spine.

"We should cover her.", he speaks briefly as he rounds the bed and pulls loose the blankets, throwing them over the inert trophy wife.

Looking around the room for a phone, he can't help but notice the drinks cabinet. Jonathan marches over, glances quickly over the selection and pours them each a healthy helping of whiskey.

As he distributes the drinks, he talks, soothed by the sound of his own voice.

"The Irish believe whiskey is the water of life, and if it helped Tim Finnegan, who are we to argue about this blessed beverage?"

He raises his glass and drinks, his nerves dissipating somewhat and his composure restored.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to call my ex-wife and find out where my children are."

Posted: **Mon May 06, 2013 11:41 pm**

Aware of the fact that gunshots usually mark a possibly dangerous situation, Luke sneaks up as close as seems feasible without giving away his presence and sticks his head around the corner. Whoever those guys are huddled on the floor, they must have some part in this whole situation.
This keeps getting bigger. He’s got accomplices. And it looks like they’re looting their victim or something… It’s hard to make up from here, but I will find out one way or another!
Although he still doesn’t have a clue what to make of all this, he feels destined to capture some piece of evidence to show the police tomorrow and quickly takes a couple of pictures of the scene. His camera was already set to maximum light sensitivity to avoid the flash going off. The tension of sneaking up on a subject that might kill him if he’s revealed reminds him why nature photography was so much more rewarding than shooting ignorant blondes in bathing suits. This sudden wave of excitement suppresses the realisation of its rather inappropriate nature and fills him with a strangely familiar warm rush, reminiscent of his African times.
He turns around to the passengers that have left their rooms. He holds his hand like a gun and then points in the direction of the supposed culprits, hoping they will understand his improvised sign language as “Watch out, the gunman is still there!”
He checks the pictures on his camera, zooming in on the individuals to see if he can recognize anyone or see what they are doing.
OOC: How is the layout of the hallway and where are the doors to the infirmary? Is it on the same level as for example the rooms or in an outcropping? And is it in the middle section or end of the corridor?

Posted: **Tue May 07, 2013 5:01 am**

"It's hard to make out details," says Pedro, squinting through the hole, "but I see someone moving towards the infirmary. That's probably Mr. Hoffman." He takes the glass from Jonathan, but he doesn't drink it. "Thank you, Mr. Moore, but I think I'll wait until things calm down before I imbibe. Under the circumstances, I may need to be sober."

Posted: **Tue May 07, 2013 9:26 am**

-Those were gunshots? Help me barricade the door! If there is some lunatic, I don't want to appear in tomorrow headlines as a tragic death for our country.
This reminds Marcello the first and only time he refused to accept bribes from the mob.

OOC: is there any furniture they can put in the door?

Posted: **Tue May 07, 2013 4:09 pm**

OOC: Rough deck plan, but hopefully will give everyone an idea of where they currently are on deck 4

Posted: **Tue May 07, 2013 4:21 pm**

Luke Hoffman:

It is difficult in this light to make out any details without going, to your mind, dangerously close. From where you are the doors to the infirmary appear to be open. On the floor outside the infirmary door are a huddle of people, possibly three. Whatever they are doing they seem engrossed in it. You can hear sounds, possibly from within the infirmary or from the group on the floor, its difficult to tell, what with all the screaming, but it sound like someone messy eating.
You gesture at the enquiring faces along the corridor behind you, then zoom into the pictures you have taken hoping to see details...

OOC: I need a fear check. Please roll 1d10 + 3 (Willpower +1 for fast reaction time). You need above 9.

Posted: **Tue May 07, 2013 4:26 pm**

Marcello di Monti:

OOC: Very little most of the furniture seems built into the cabin, however, there will be enough to help secure the door, leaving only the french windows onto the private balcony/deck that looks out to the stern.

Posted: **Tue May 07, 2013 4:46 pm**

Marcello will try then to barricade the door, but avoiding to make too much noise that could atract any attention to his room. And he will try not to be behind the door, in the case anyone shoot her.
-Gabriella, don't make any noise, we don't want anyone to come here until this is safe again!

Posted: **Tue May 07, 2013 5:07 pm**

OOC: Tonight post will be delayed I'm afraid. Today has been hectic and it seems I'm out tonight. I don't want to rush the story and cock things up, so tonights post will be tomorrow. Sorry

Posted: **Tue May 07, 2013 9:42 pm**

http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4040736/ Fear test: 12!

Posted: **Tue May 07, 2013 10:03 pm**

OOC: how do the doors to the infirmary open/close/lock?

Posted: **Wed May 08, 2013 4:10 am**

OOC: Position recap. At this time we have;
Pedro & Jonathan - In the Haynes cabin (403) with Dr Donahue.
Luke - a few meters from the Infirmary (coming from 403)
Ricky - Heading toward the rear of the ship. Carrying his daughter Katie.
Marcello - Barricading the door to his cabin. With his secretary Gabriella.

In answer to your question Mr Pear. The infirmary doors are double doors that open into the room, one is open. They are made of the same metal/plastic coated material as any other door, but feature two foot square 'frosted' security glass panels. They close by means of a simple handle system and lock/unlock by a similar electronic card swipe system as the doors to the cabins. Security personnel/cleaning staff have access to all rooms (when needed) via masterkeys.

Posted: **Wed May 08, 2013 5:13 pm**

The following message is read in a calm voice over various speakers throughout deck four, no matter your location you can hear, “Will all passengers on deck four please return to their cabins so that the situation may be dealt with. Security Personnel will be patrolling the corridors of the deck, anyone in the passages without permission will be detained. The management of the cruise line apologise for any inconvenience. There is no reason for alarm, the situation is being contained and normal service will soon be resumed”.

Almost immediately someone sets off a fire alarm adding its high pitched warning to that of the screams and shouts. For those inside a cabin the volume of noise is almost intolerable, for those in the corridors deafening.

In their state room at the stern of the ship Marcello and Gabriella drag any item of furniture that can be moved to the door in an effort to fortify it.

In 403 Pedro’s view of the corridor is blocked by a uniformed figure that is advancing down the passageway towards the infirmary. Jonathan is on his third whiskey when a sharp intake of breath from Emily draws his attention away from his cell phone, which for some reason refuses to find a signal. Jodie May has risen from a supine position to a sitting one, and is moving her right foot towards the floor.
“Mrs Haynes”, says Emily rushing towards her, “No…don’t move until I’ve checked you out”. Reaching the still moving Jodie May her face registers her surprise when the woman she had a few minutes ago declared dead reaches out in an embrace. As Jonathan watches, in horror, Jodie May nuzzles her mouth into the surprised doctor’s throat and with a moan of almost sexual pleasure rips the skin free in a spray of arterial blood. Unable to do more than gurgle and struggle wildly Emily watches through terrified eyes as the now blood soaked mouth of Jodie May returns again and again to tear more flesh from her neck and shoulder.

Moving as fast as possible whilst carrying a six year old child who is doing her best to see what is happening behind them, Ricky Moskey, heading towards the stern of the ship and the elevator he knows is there, is surprised by the sudden appearance of three armed security personnel. One of them, a woman with her dark hair tied behind her cap, holds out her hands, “Whoa there. Can’t you hear the announcement? Please return to your cabin, lock the door and stay there until the situation has been calmed. Any threat is minimal and will soon be dealt with in a professional manner by trained personnel. Thank you Mr…?”

Trying desperately, and succeeding to hold onto the food he had eaten earlier, Luke Hoffman stared into his cameras display screen. He had managed to capture the image alright but he was starting to wish he hadn’t. The image showed that the huddle on the floor outside of the infirmary was in fact three people. One wore a security uniform, or rather some of it, the others a parody of ships medical uniforms, such as those he had seen earlier attending the death of Billy Haynes, all were liberally splashed with varying amounts of blood, most of which seemed to be coming from the security guard. However, it was not the profusion of blood and gore that rocked him, he had seen plenty of that in his travels, but the fact that the two medical personnel seemed to ripping large amounts of flesh from the still wriggling security guard, and he couldn’t, or didn’t want to, see what they were doing with it.
Almost in a dreamlike state he moved the image to the second he had taken, for the most part the picture looked the same. The only main differences he could see was that firstly the two blood covered medics seemed now to be looking straight at him, and secondly, coming through the doorway into the corridor as large as life was Billy Haynes also covered in a large amount of blood.

OOC: Both Pedro and Jonathan need to make fear checks (1d10 + willpower + any bonuses from qualities/skills Pedro gets +4 for nerves of steel he also gets -1 situational modifier) Target is 9 and again the higher the better.
Luke needs to make a notice check (1d10 + Int + Notice Skill Level -3 situational mod) again target No 9 +

Posted: **Wed May 08, 2013 9:41 pm**

Looking to make sure Katie had her ears covered Ricky leans close to the woman's head, and speaks just loud enough for her to here him. "Listen you bitch, I don't know what you were told, but there are fucking demons or something in the infirmary! Which is about six yards from my cabin last time I checked, I would sooner be shot then go back their! So I'm getting off this god fosaken ship, and if you want to stop me you have to kill me, right in front of this little girl!" As he finishes speaking he pushes her aside and continues walking, hoping to catch her off guard enough that he could be gone before she decides what to do.
Smooth Talk 15 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4042002/
-If that doesn't work he immediately tries to run around them.
Dash 23 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4042003/

Posted: **Wed May 08, 2013 10:01 pm**

Ricky Moskey:

As you walk away from the female security officer and past her bemused collegues, you hear her say "Goddamn it, I would be justified in shooting you, but your right I don't want to upset the child" She raises her voice to compensate for the growing distance between you and her, "You carry on Mr, but once this is over I'm coming to look for you and then we'll talk some more".

OOC: The fast talk was good enough. However for future reference if you roll a 10 then you roll again;
The Rule of Ten
On a roll of 10, roll again, subtract 5, and add the result (if higher than 0) to 10. So, if the second roll is 6, 7, 8 or 9, the final result is 11, 12, 13 or 14, respectively. If the second roll is 5 or less, nothing is added
and the final roll remains 10. If another 10 is rolled, add 5 to the roll (for a total of 15), and roll again. If
a player rolls a string of 10s, she keeps adding 5 to the result and rolling again.
It also works the other way with;
The Rule of One
On a roll of 1, roll again, subtract 5, and if the result is negative, a negative roll replaces the first roll. If the result is positive, the roll remains 1. If the second roll is between 5 and 10, the final result remains 1. If the second roll is 2, 3, or 4, the final result is -3, -2 or -1, respectively. If the second roll is 1, the prior roll is replaced with -5, and the player must roll again (applying the same rule).

Posted: **Wed May 08, 2013 10:15 pm**

Ricky raises his middle finger over his back as he continues towards the lifeboats (I'm assuming he knows where they are from the safety instruction that most ships give out) Keeping close to the wall and in the shadows, so as to avoid any other security he might encounter.
Stealth 17 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4042063/

Posted: **Thu May 09, 2013 5:23 am**

Pedro barely manages to keep it together. He runs over to the nightstand, puts down the whiskey glass on it, and snatches up the lamp, intending to swing it at Jodie May to rescue Emily.

Posted: **Thu May 09, 2013 9:44 am**

OOC: Did Marcello finished the barricade? And more important, can he escape by the window?

Posted: **Thu May 09, 2013 10:58 am**

OOC: That was close!

Spoiler:

Jonathan stares incredulously at the phone and then looks up just as Emily's comely throat is being torn to shreds. His jaw drops, as do his phone and drink. He reels back from the bloody scene for a moment, but quickly gathers his wits and leaps forward to pull Emily and Jody Mae apart.

OOC: I think Pedro'll be faster than I am, he's helluva dexterous.

Posted: **Thu May 09, 2013 12:01 pm**

Luke can hardly believe what he sees, staring at the gruesome scene he captured but seconds ago. He sees the whole of human shapes mutilating the poor victim on the ground, but in his state of utter stupefaction, he fails to single out any one of them or realise what they are doing. Nor does he identify the oversized bloodsmudged corpse as the recently deceased Billy Haynes. Despite his mental shock, it is rather clear that his mission to find help for the slightly wounded widow will have to be aborted here. Still not fully aware of what he just witnessed, Luke starts to slowly backup. Somewhere deep in his mind, something tells him he should run like hell, but at the same time he is too mindblown to accelerate as quickly as he sould. Step by step the images start to penetrate through to his mind and he starts to advance back in the direction of room 403 where he knows it’s safe among his newly acquainted allies, and to warn them about the serial killers on board.
To any passenger he sees on his way outside their cabin, he screams a hardly comprehensible “Get insiiiide!!!”.

Posted: **Thu May 09, 2013 1:16 pm**

OOC: Pedro - Sorry I thought you had 'nerves of steel' but it was 'fast reaction time' for which, as you know you, get a +1 to willpower for fear checks.

Marcello - You are able to barricade the dooor to a fashion, and technically you could climb up from your balconey to the deck above you. I wouldn't fancy it though.

Ricky - You would know where the life boat stations are. You need to be on one of the upper decks.

Posted: **Thu May 09, 2013 1:25 pm**

Marcello stays near the door (but not behind to avoid any gunshot) and try to listen anything outside to see if he can hear anything.
-Gabriella, make a call to the security to see if they tell what is happening.

Posted: **Thu May 09, 2013 2:30 pm**

Marcello di Monti:

OOC: You can hear the announcement over the speakers, although it is slightly muffled by the door. There is also the annoying wail of the fire alarm. You can also hear, though not make out, angry shouting from somewhere in the corridor.

Gabriella picks up the telephone handset and presses the button for the operator, she listens intently, but after a while shaking her head she replaces the phone, "Nothing, just a looped message advising all passengers on deck four to stay in their cabins".

Posted: **Thu May 09, 2013 4:59 pm**

-Go to the mini-bar and see if you find a bootle of scotch, we may use that as a weapon if needed. Meanwhile I'l go to the net and try to see if I can contact anyone else outside this ship.
Marcello goes to the net to look for some police adress and then make a call to the local police.

Posted: **Thu May 09, 2013 6:47 pm**

Luke Hoffman:

Backing away , still trying to make sense of what he is seeing, Luke is suddenly aware of someone behind him. Glancing quickly over his shoulder he sees a uniformed security person, gun in hand, right behind him, “Move behind me sir, then return to your cabin as advised”.
The guard moves forward to within a few feet of the slowly disentangling huddle on the floor, “Okay, stand up real slow, no funny moves” Still moving backwards but watching in morbid fascination, Luke sees the blood soaked figures rise and begin a slow movement toward the gun armed guard. “Okay, don’t move. I will fire on you!” Obviously the warning is having little effect as the figures, now three it seems, continue to move towards him, “Jesus H Christ!” he shouts and fires three shots from the pistol.
Still backing away, Luke watches in fascination as the lead figure is jerked backward by the impact of bullets, yet after stumbling slightly continues moving forward a low moan the only sound.
Luke thinking discretion may be the best thing here, turns to flee back to 403. As he reaches the closed door he hears behind him the guard yell “Aw, fuck!” immediately followed by the deafening roar of more gunshots…

Posted: **Thu May 09, 2013 7:08 pm**

Room 403:

Jonathan, who is closest to the carnage, makes a grab for Emily and tries to pull her from Jodie May's grasp, despite the blood that seems to be fountaining from the area of the doctors throat. Surprisingly this proves simple as it seems Jodie May has lost interest in the doctor, her interest subsiding at the same rate as the blood gushing from Emily’s torn throat. That Emily is dead is obvious as no one could survive wounds like that. Yet all Jonathan can see is the imploring look in her rapidly dimming eyes.
It seems that Jodie May has decided on a new target and as Jonathan drags the limp form of Emily from her grasp, she makes a grab at his arm

Spoiler:

and missed.

Pedro, showing the turn of speed for which he has become famous amongst the Miami baseball community, scoops up the heavy ornately carved lamp stand and advances on Jodie May who has struggled to her feet and is now advancing toward Jonathan.
From the door comes the sound of urgent knocking accompanied by a fusillade of gunfire…

Posted: **Thu May 09, 2013 7:22 pm**

Ricky Moskey:

Having flipped off the security guard, Ricky, carefully, continues his journey towards the elevator he knows is at the rear of deck four, as he moves away from them he overhears a burst of radio chatter, “I don’t give a damn. The next one, you shoot okay? Kid or no kid” With a smile Ricky turns down the short corridor that leads to the elevators.

Marcello di Monti:

As Gabriella starts to hunt for a bottle large enough to use as a weapon, Marcello opens up his i-pad to discover nothing, there is no web access of any kind. As he stares at a blank screen there is a distant sound of gunfire, although he notes, grimly, that most of the screaming has stopped and someone seems to have turned off the damned fire alarm.

Posted: **Thu May 09, 2013 8:27 pm**

Luke Hoffman keeps looking over his shoulder as he rushes back to room 403, unable to look away from the atrocity. As soon as he reached the door, he wildly pounds it with his left fist and left foot simultaneously, since his right hand is still holding on to the camera.
“Guys! Open up! Let me in, let me in! There’s a bunch of madmen out here! Let me back inside!”
He turns his back to the door to take some more pictures of the security guard being devoured by the psychopath. He kicks the door repeatedly with his heel as hard as he could, to clarify the urgence of the matter.
“Open the fucking door! They’re going to kill me too if you don’t let me in! OPEN UUUUUUP!!!”
He continues beating the door, not letting the cannibalistic brutality one moment out of sight.

Posted: **Thu May 09, 2013 10:01 pm**

Ricky heads for the stairs, not the elevator unless it would be a huge hassle to get to them. Also let me know if I need to make an extra sneak check, he really doesn't want to be seen.

Posted: **Thu May 09, 2013 10:40 pm**

- Stupid device, it never works when you need. And finally that irritating sound stopped-he says relieved- You think it's safe now? Go to the list of the phone, and start making calls, to see if anyone answers. I think I'l knock the wall from our neighbor, maybe he knows something.
.

Posted: **Thu May 09, 2013 10:53 pm**

Jonathan pounces back, rather unceremoniously dropping Emily's body as he instinctively reacts to the danger, his reflexes trained during years of boxing and fighting at press conferences and bars. He feels the rush of blood and adrenaline course through his body, the pounding in his ears, vaguely accompanied by the pounding on the door. He tries to draw Jodie May with him, keeping distance, blocking off any grapples as best as he can, hoping he can offer Pedro a clear shot.

Posted: **Fri May 10, 2013 4:27 am**

Pedro grips the lamp in both hands as if it were a baseball bat, just like he's practiced doing for years. Stepping up behind Jodie May as if he were approaching the plate, he swings with all his might and lays into Jodie May for all he's worth - with enough force that it would easily have been a home run had he merely been hitting a baseball.

Posted: **Fri May 10, 2013 8:41 pm**

Jonathan back pedals using all his guile to ward off Jodie May who seems intent on grabbing hold of him, while Pedro swinging the lampstand like a baseball bat attacks her. Crunch! The lampstand hits hard. All this time you are dimly aware of a furious banging on the door.

OOC: Pedro. You hit, roll damage d8 x strength (3+1 double handed). Then roll 1d10 for location. 1 = head, 2,3 = neck, 4,5,6, = shoulder/upper torso, 7.8,9,10 = Arm/central torso.

Luke, kicking the door like fury can see that the security guard has been engulfed by the group from the infirmary. More shots are fired, the flash momentarily lighting the whole scene, but they prove as ineffectual as all the others he fired. With a howl of terror liberally mixed will pain he goes down under the assault. Two of the blood caked figures seem to have stopped and dropped with him, you hope it may have had something to do with the shooting, but something tells you that is a hope too much.
The third figure steps over the floored group and slowly, and awkwardly, advances up the corridor towards you…

Ricky still moving stealthily, sees the stairs before him wide and brightly lit. A sign, its arrow pointing upward, reads ‘Deck 3’ next to which another smaller sign declares ‘Fire Exit & Lifeboat station C’.

Marcello knocks on the dividing wall, but has little hope of his attempts being heard in the cabin next door. Gabriella, it seems has had more luck and at the moment seems to be in conversation with someone on the phone, “Si, si… quiet… si that’s what I think”

Posted: **Fri May 10, 2013 9:48 pm**

Alright, almost there. Ricky thinks to himself, beginning to relax until the sound of gunfire and screams rings through the air. Katie gasps and hugs tightly to him in fright, after a few moments of quiet she starts sobbing loudly. "Katie! Katie, we have to be quiet, okay?" Ricky says in a panicked, but whispering voice. "What's going on!" She says loudly between sobs. He stares for a moment, she didn't buy the fire story, hell he didn't even really expect her to she's a smart kid, and with today's media she probably knows a gunshot when she hears one. "Katie, I don't know what's going on. I just know we're in danger. I won't let anything happen to you, but you have to be quiet okay?" She swallows her sob and manages a weak nod before putting her head back against his chest. Ricky breaths a sigh of relief before continuing up the stairs, hoping to god someone in charge realizes how screwed the situation was and preps the lifeboat, he doubt's he could do that on his own.
OOC-Hey if I get the drop on someone in a melee attack can I choose where the hit lands, you know head, body, leg...?

Posted: **Fri May 10, 2013 10:12 pm**

Marcello goes anxious goes near Gabriella and try to listen the conversation.

Posted: **Sat May 11, 2013 5:23 am**

Pedro's swing strikes her moderately hard across the middle of her back and arm.

Posted: **Sun May 12, 2013 12:24 pm**

Luke witnesses the scene in utter consternation while still kicking the door with his heel.
“Hurry up, let me in already!!!” His voice starts to break.
He examines the corridor in search for a fire extinguisher or any other loose heavy objects that could be used in his defense. After capturing a last piece of evidence, he switches off his camera, puts his head and one arm through the shoulder strap and hangs it on his back, as to not be hindered by it nor damage it should he have to make a rush through the corridor. Not getting any response from inside the room, he starts preparing his escape past the cannibalistic massacre.
OOC: is there any space between the huddled group and the wall? And how far is it from there to the next corner?

Posted: **Sun May 19, 2013 12:43 pm**

OOC: Ricky; You can choose to target a location at a minus to hit and making your attack after the target.
Head: -4 to hit. Blunt damage is doubled; slashing/piercing and bullet damage is tripled. Bullet damage is modified by two levels (i.e., armorpiercing bullets inflict triple damage, normal bullets inflict four times damage, etc.). Endurance Point damage (in non-lethal combat) is quadrupled.
Neck/Throat: -5 to hit. Blunt damage is doubled; slashing/piercing damage is quadrupled. A slashing attack on this area that does enough damage to kill the victim results in decapitation. Bullet damage is modified by one level (armor-piercing bullets inflict double damage, and so on).
Arms/Legs: -2 to hit. Damage in excess of Life Points/3 cripples the limb; extra damage is lost.
Hand/Wrist/Foot/Ankle: -4 to hit. Damage in excess of Life Points/4 cripples the area. Extra damage is lost.
Vital Points (heart, lungs, spine, kidneys, etc.): -2 to hit. Blunt damage is doubled; slashing/piercing damage is tripled. Bullet damage is modified by one level (see Neck/Throat bullet damage).

However in some situations targeting a location is impossible, time and sight.

Luke: Hopefully the distances and situation is clearer in the post, and yes, there are fire extinguishers at various location throughout the corridors (usualy at junctions) there is one no more than ten feet from you.

Posted: **Sun May 19, 2013 3:14 pm**

Room 403:
With a crash Pedro's swinging lampshade smashes into the back of Jodie May, with enough force to splinter bone and cause massive damage, yet it hardly seems to bother her other than causing her to stumble wildly over the discarded body of the doctor, from whose torn shoulder and neck the odd bubble of blood still emerges. With the added impetus from the force of Pedro's swing and the entangling effect of the corpse, Jodie May, still focused on the retreating writer, makes a lunge at him.
As he moves backward, Jonathan, is all to aware of the proximity of the door making any further retreat impossible. Putting all his concentration into avoiding the staggering, now one armed, Jodie May's sudden lunge, he is aware that the banging and shouting from the corridor beyond the door is growing in desperation...

OOC: Jonathan needs to avoid the embrace of Jodie May. 1d10+ Dex (2)+Dodge (2) any minus modifiers are cancelled out by her lack of dexterity.

Luke: The situation is looking a little grim. You seem to be getting no response from within the room, although you can hear noises within that would seem to indicate that it is still occupied. Further along the corridor you are able to see that the small group on the floor are slowly standing up and that two more figures have just emerged from the infirmary making five possible enemies between you and the opposite end of the passageway. However the good news is that the two recent emergents have turned to ward that opposite end; between you and the still advancing medic there is a branch off the main passageway where the elevators and stairs are located, and you are sure that if you make a run for it now you can turn into the branch before the ‘shuffler’ arrives there; also, no doubt in response to curiosity, someone, a woman you think, has opened a cabin door between you and the shuffler, and in response to her fear driven scream it has fixed on her and is now moving, slightly faster, towards her…

Ricky: Still carrying your daughter, you begin the climb up the plush carpeted stairs, its walls decorated with posters of famous casinos throughout the world,towards the upper decks and refuge from the insanity behind you. As you, still moving with a paracticed stealth, make your way up you hear the ominous sound of several pistols being cocked.
“Okay, whoever you are come on up real slow, don’t make any sudden moves there are several guns being aimed at you. And believe me we will shoot you!!”

Marcello: You move to a position beside Gabriella trying to listen in on the conversation, “Si, you are certain that it is quiet now….Si, Your wife has just been outside for a look and she says the corridor is empty”. Gabriella looks at you and holds up four fingers then one. “Si, okay Mr Harris, thank you”.

Posted: **Sun May 19, 2013 4:34 pm**

As soon as Gabriella end the call, Luigi will retire the barricade and will open the door (slowly and keeping the bottle in the hand) and take a peek at the corridor.

Posted: **Sun May 19, 2013 5:00 pm**

Marcello:
Opening the door a little, you can see that everything in the corridor looks fine. Sure you can hear a distant female scream, but you would guess that it has to originate from far down the corridor beyond the two distant figures that seem to be moving your way. However, it seems that the emergency must be over as the two figures seem in little hurry to move down the corridor...

Posted: **Sun May 19, 2013 5:03 pm**

For a brief moment Ricky holds still, it could be a bluff, they might kill me regardless or what I do, should I make a run for it? Looking at the straight line behind him he would have to run he groans and stands up, slowly walking up towards the voice that yelled at him. Their probably more security, what the hell am I going to do if they tell me to go back to the room?

Posted: **Sun May 19, 2013 5:49 pm**

Realizing that what he's doing isn't going to stop Jodie May from ripping Jonathan to shreds, Pedro lines up a careful blow at the back of her head, but his lamp only catches air, whistling past within an inch of her head when she lunges forward at the last second.

Posted: **Mon May 20, 2013 9:23 am**

"Wow, those two have really courage to walk like that. Or maybe they are just cautious?"
Outside his room, but near the door, Marcello shouts:
-Ey, is everything well now? Did they capture the madmen who was shooting?- he asks to the 2 figures

Posted: **Mon May 20, 2013 10:29 am**

Jonathan, acutely aware of his lack of manoeuvrability, puts his hand on the door handle. Just as Jodie May lunges he swings open the door and tries to roll with it in an attempt to roll behind it and use the door as a shield.

Unfortunately, he misjudged the speed of his assailant and leaves himself open to the attack.

Posted: **Mon May 20, 2013 2:31 pm**

OOC: Jonathan, It is something like a fumble;
The Rule of One
On a roll of 1, roll again, subtract 5, and if the result is negative, a negative roll replaces the first roll. If the result is positive, the roll remains 1. If the second roll is between 5 and 10, the final result remains 1. If the second roll is 2, 3, or 4, the final result is -3, -2 or -1, respectively. If the second roll is 1, the prior roll is replaced with -5, and the player must roll again (applying the same rule).
In this case the final result is the modifier (positive instead of negative) that is added to her chance of getting hold of you. So if you get, say, -3 she will get a +3 to add to her dexterity check, if it remains a 1 she will have a -1 against her. That's how I read it in this case.

Posted: **Mon May 20, 2013 2:42 pm**

“To hell with you guys. You just go on ignoring me and party on in there. I hope these freaks will break through your door sooner or later.”
Luke decides to give up on getting back to the safety of companionship inde and makes a run for the corner of the branch off the main corridor. Approaching the fire extinguisher, he holds out his hand and steadfastly grabs it off the wall without slowing down much and holds it up with 2 hands, ready to smash it into anyone’s face should it be necessary.
“Lock your door!!!” he screams to the frightened woman but pay no further attention to her as she should be able enough to judge the situation on her own.

Posted: **Mon May 20, 2013 2:54 pm**

OOC: is the corridor completely "inside" or are there cabins at one sea and railing + sea at the other?

Posted: **Mon May 20, 2013 3:10 pm**

OOC: Did I manage to open the door in time for Luke to see?

Posted: **Mon May 20, 2013 4:54 pm**

Ricky: Without taking his eyes off you for a moment, one of a group of four armed security personnel steps forward, “Put the kid down and place your hands behind your head”, he emphasises his order by motioning with his pistol. “I guess you must be the hard case we heard about from Long, thought you might come this way.” He motions at you again with his pistol making sure to stay beyond lunging range, “Mr Kirkman will want to see you, and find out if you know what the hell is going on down there”…

Marcello: The two figures must be too far away to hear you as they make no gesture of recognition, however it seems as if they have picked up their speed a little in response to your shout. Behind you Gabriella, voice showing a slight quiver of unease, whispers, “They move funny, No… I’m not sure I like this Marcello, perhaps it is time to find the elevators or stairs…Si?”
From somewhere behind the advancing figures, which do indeed seem to be moving in an odd jerky fashion, you hear an increase in screaming.

Luke: Powering away from the door at top speed, making sure that you reach the stair corridor first, you are aware of the door having opened abruptly behind you. At the same time you are vaguely aware that your shouted warning is too late as the female screamer has something more to scream about due to the fact that the ‘shuffler’ has lunged at her and torn a large piece of flesh from her forearm with his teeth.
However these things disappear into the past as you power up the welcoming staircase right into the muzzle of a 9mm pistol. “Hold it there pal…”

Room 403:
With a whistle of air and a grunt of effort Pedro swings the lampshade head high at Jodie May and misses as she falls towards Jonathan. Mustering every ounce of dexterity Jonathan rips open the door in an attempt to use it as a shield to protect him from the blood caked teeth of the widow. For a brief moment it looked as if he had succeeded, then with a final lunge she had grasped the writers arm and began drawing it towards those teeth which gnash and chomp in anticipation…

OOC: Jonathan needs to make a resisted roll against her to pull his arm free. 1d10+ Strength (3) + Brawling (4) target to beat 11

Spoiler:

Posted: **Mon May 20, 2013 5:51 pm**

Jonathan struggles with all his might, but simply can't hold off the undead onslaught.

Posted: **Mon May 20, 2013 7:52 pm**

Jonathan:
With a growing sense of terror you realise that you are losing the contest. For a weak looking female with one arm smashed and useless and the other bearing the livid reminder of her original wound, Jodie May has a surprisingly strong grip, one that at the moment is dragging your shirt sleeved arm towards her mouth. The souless orbs that were her eyes, seem to glow with an almost sexual intensity, as those awfull, blood stained and flesh encrusted teeth bite into your arm. For a moment there is no pain, but it is a fleeting moment as fire erupts throughout the limb and you watch with horror as she lifts her head, her mouth filled with blood and flesh.

Spoiler:

Added to the intense pain the realisation that a female whom a few hours ago you were consoling on the loss of her husband is now busy chewing and swallowing part of your arm.

OOC: Now I need a very difficult fear check at -3, before anyone else in Room 403 can act. 1d10+ willpower (4) -3. Good luck with that.
Failure: Roll 1d10-willpower (4) record result

Posted: **Mon May 20, 2013 9:39 pm**

Jonathan screams out as the biting blonde is tearing out pieces of his arm.

OOC:If he doesn't entirely freak out, I'd like him to punch her in the face. Hard. Repeatedly. Hard AND repeatedly

Posted: **Mon May 20, 2013 10:05 pm**

"Alright, just so we're clear your taking me to a security room or a cell or something, not back towards the infirmary?" Ricky says without letting go of his daughter, nodding his head towards the hallway. "Cause if so, lead the way, lets get going!" He says somewhat excitedly, figuring being in a large group could only make him safer/

Posted: **Mon May 20, 2013 10:50 pm**

Luke dashed up the stairs in a gust of self-preservation fueled excitement and got so much caught up in the action that he only noticed the gun pointing at him when he was staring right into the barrel.
Having little faith in the ships security since the last couple of encounters, he is very weary. He takes once step back and holds the fire extinguisher two-handedly at shoulder height, ready to drive it into any attackers face. He has no idea if the same madness is going on on this deck as well, but one thing is sure: they will not bring him down without a fight.
“who the hell are you people and what exactly is going on here?” he says, his voice hoarse from emotion.

Posted: **Mon May 20, 2013 11:02 pm**

-You know what? I think your right. They are probably drunk or something and I don't want any problem, so let's go by the stairs.
They leave and go to nearest stairs with the bottle.

Posted: **Tue May 21, 2013 5:13 am**

Pedro watches in horror the consequences of his "strike," and he knows he cannot afford another one. Without hesitation, he pulls the lamp back over his shoulder, steps forward, and swings once more - strike two!

Posted: **Tue May 21, 2013 3:19 pm**

Jonathan:
Pain and fear combine to drive you into a frenzy of activity. With an almighty jerk you try to rip your arm free of Jodie Mays grasp.

OOC: Panic has given you a boost of adrenalin so add 1 to your strength (temporary) and try the strength test again. This time the target to beat is 9 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4058211/). Be aware that all this occurs prior to Pedro's recent, failed, swing

Posted: **Tue May 21, 2013 6:04 pm**

Jonathan Moore, distinguished author and philanthropist, screams loudly as he kicks and punches, frantically tearing himself free from the cadaverous carnivore.

OOC: If at all possible, he'll roll to the side so Pedro can kick her out and close the door behind her
OOC2: Don't worry about it Mr Handy, I'll just eat you first

Posted: **Tue May 21, 2013 7:55 pm**

Room 403:
With a scream that may have been of defiance, but was more likely of terror, Jonathan manages to rip his shredded and blooded arm free. Luckily he falls to one side of the door while the now victimless Jodie May, as a result of the tug of war between herself and Jonathan stumbles onward through the opening into the corridor, Pedro’s most recent swing missing by a hair’s breadth. With the door open the sound of a flurry of gunshots can be heard from down the corridor. Also, closer, screaming of a kind that can only mean someone close in desperate terror. However the situation within the room is of more concern as Jodie May, deprived of her victim erratically steadies her footing, turns and begins a slow search for another target.

Ricky:
Without further ado you are escorted to a cabin further along this deck. As you approach the door opens and a rather haggard looking individual emerges. Above his left breast pocket a name tag announces ‘Jason Kirkman – Head of Security’. Everything about him from the pressed seams of his shirt to the high shine of his shoes seems to scream military. He squints at you in silence as he chews thoughtfully at the soggy end of a cheap cigar. Then without warning he bangs a clipboard, making Katie jump, “I have six personnel missing not responding to their radios. The CCTV for Deck four is playing up. So I have no idea what the situation is. I am informed that you have just come from there and that you may be in possession of current information.” He pauses, and behind him through the open doorway you can see a CCTV monitor briefly lit by flashes and a male voice shouts, “Long what the hell…Hold your fire and report dammit…Long…report!!”

Marcello:
As you cross the corridor to where you know the stairs are located, a sudden shout causes you to freeze and look toward the still moving figures. It seems that three more figures have appeared from a room to their left. Although given the distance and the subdued lighting of the corridor something about the new figures makes you think of security, their stances and body language are those of security personnel the world over. One of them, a female from the voice, shouts “Halt or we fire” followed within moments by the sound of handguns being discharged in a confined area. You cannot be sure but you think possibly nine or ten shots are fired. That the bullets have struck the two earlier noted figures can be seen from the way those figures are smashed to the floor.
You watch in fascinated horror as the two, now floored, figures pull themselves awkwardly to their feet and move towards their assailants. Gabriella tugs at your jacket, “Marcello, I am not liking this. Let’s go” Slightly distracted by Gabriella’s comment, you refocus your gaze to see that the group has now become intermingled. More shots are fired, but to no effect. Now there are screams and the crackle of a radio…

Luke:
“Funnily enough I was about to ask you the same question” The speaker is a jovial faced man wearing a security uniform that you have seen before. Although he holds the pistol with experienced ease something tells you that he will not shoot unless forced to. “If you have any information on the situation current on deck four, and my colleagues who went down earlier, then you had better come with me and see Mr Kirkman”. From the deck below comes the ominous, yet now all to familiar, sounds of gunfire and screaming.

Posted: **Tue May 21, 2013 8:50 pm**

-Those guys are terrorist. They have vests that resist the bullets. Your right, let's get out of here.
He takes Gabriella by the hand and goes to the opposite direction.

Posted: **Tue May 21, 2013 9:37 pm**

After staring at the man for a moment Ricky sets Katie down and turns to her. "Sweetheart why don't you go to the bathroom or something?" He says nodding to the door. (I assume this is set up the same as any cabin.) She looks scared but nods his head and walks away, as soon as the door shuts Ricky turns back to the commander and begins speaking. "Your gonna think I'm crazy, and maybe I am, but what I saw, where fucking demons or something." He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes as he relives what he saw. "I called a couple security guards to my cabin in response to a scream, when they got there they checked out the infirmary, that's when the dead body of one of the doctors came out of the infirmary and ripped them apart. There were two monsters, and one of them took three bullets in the chest without flinching. That's when I grabbed my daughter and hauled ass outta there." Ricky shook a little at his recollection, he was so hyped up on adrenaline in the moment that he didn't have time to be terrified, but he certainly did now.

Posted: **Tue May 21, 2013 11:15 pm**

Luke, slowly realising that these men are not part of the madness on the deck below, lowers the fire extinguisher and brushes his now messy hair back to one side with his hand.
“OK, if this Mr. Kirkman is your supervisor, as I suppose, we haven’t a second to lose! I have some hard evidence on this camera, so bring me to him immediately and guard those stairs with all force possible. And you better make sure you have something stronger than those bullets… Your men who went down there are lost. Nothing can save them anymore…”
He proceeds in the direction he expects this Mr. Kirkmans office would be and nods at the speaker to lead him. He takes his camera and already switches it on to show the pictures he had taken.
Taking off with a fast and nervous pace, he briefly turns around to the other security guards.
“… and whatever you do, guard these stairs with everything you have!”

Posted: **Wed May 22, 2013 5:13 am**

Finding that it's a lot harder to strike the berserk woman's head than it is to hit a baseball - partly because he subconsciously doesn't want to hit someone in the head - Pedro lines up his third swing more carefully. When Jodie May stands still, he takes his chance and finally connects, causing massive damage!

Posted: **Wed May 22, 2013 4:37 pm**

Room 403:
This time Pedro connects with all the force he uses when stroking a home run, Jodie May is smashed from her feet ending up several feet away on the opposite side of the corridor. For a few seconds her fingers twitch, as if the realisation of death has yet to sink in, then she is still the ruin of her head mixing her blood with white brain tissue and the blood so recently taken from Jonathan’s arm.
Jonathan stares aghast for a few moments at the corpse, its teeth stained with his and Emily’s blood, pieces of flesh hanging from a mouth at last stilled forever, you hope. Then the pain and shock hit you, the room darkens…

Marcello:
Quickening your step and dragging Gabriella with you, you head towards the elevators. For seconds that seem like hours the lift makes its way to your location and with a ‘ding’ the doors open. Inside a man and a woman, watch inquisitively as you both rush inside and you furiously press the button for the floor above. Again after what seems ages a metallic voice informs you the “The doors are closing” and with another ding the doors slide shut. The last thing you hear from deck four as the lift begins to move is more of the screaming though louder and closer now. The man and woman exchange worried glances…

Ricky:
You are only too aware of the looks of disbelief you are being subjected to, but then would you believe it if you hadn’t seen with your own eyes? One of the security personnel looks from you to Kirkman, “PCP. I saw many take wounds that would kill you without batting an eyelid. Yeah, bastards must have been on PCP”
Around him you see nods of agreement, “Or some kind of body armour maybe?” Kirkman listens, nods, but you can see he’s not totally convinced. Suddenly the guy watching the monitor screen shouts, “Hey boss, look at this”. On the screen, barely visible through the combination of dim lighting and poor reception, one of the downed figures, you think it may have been one of the security guards from the infirmary fiasco, begins to pull himself upright. Even with the bad monitor picture you can see wounds that no living creature could survive. “Heck that’s Martinez, he’s still alive”.
Kirkman rushes over to the intercom and hits the switch, “Martinez, report what the hell is happening down there?”

Luke:
“If you have pictures, you can bet Mr Kirkman would like to see them” Pointing down the corridor to where a distant group of figures can be seen, the guard says, “Let’s go” and matching action to words follows at a dead run, looking back as he did towards the two men left at the stairs, “You heard no one comes up those stairs, and I mean no one”
As you reach the group, one of who you recognise from the dinner earlier, they rush into the cabin. On the monitor you see a figure rising awkwardly from the floor outside the room marked ‘Medical Center’. “Martinez, report what the hell is happening down there?”

OOC: Pedro and Jonathan; this shows your position at the time of Jodie May's final demise. The stairs that Luke had run for are behind the elevator. The other red marker is a figure that is half in and half out a cabin doorway.

Posted: **Wed May 22, 2013 4:58 pm**

Marcello says quickly:
-There are several terrorists in this boat, they have attacked the security members in this level and I'm afraid they win. We need to warn the captain as quick as possible to try to contain the threat before they capture the ship.

Posted: **Wed May 22, 2013 5:31 pm**

Jonathan stares in shock at the twitching corpse, then at his wounded arm and then back at the corpse.

Blood...so much blood..., he murmured hoarsely, fading in and out of conscience.
Why fuck would you bite som...
He faints, his head hitting the thick carpet with a dull thud.

Posted: **Wed May 22, 2013 6:18 pm**

"Yeah I know what PCP is, I've seen people on it, and that's not what this was. And unless there's some kind of super armor that's thin enough to be concealed under a doctor's coat that wasn't it either." Ricky replies snidely. Upon seeing the moving security guard he freaks out a little. "HEY, that's exactly how the other monsters were moving!" Shit did his body get possessed or something!? Frantically thinking for a minute he points back at the captain. "Listen you bastard, we have to get the hell out of here, like, NOW!" He yelled, desperately trying to make the man understand the situation.

Posted: **Wed May 22, 2013 11:44 pm**

“He is absolutely right!”
Luke overheard the end of the conversation as he stormed into the room.
“At first I thought it they were on these bath salts or whatever it was, like those hobos in Florida a while ago. They’re fucking eating your personnel down there! I saw a guy take several bullets in the chest and still walk on like nothing happened! And don’t talk to me about armor or anything, I saw the blood splatter around like fountains!”
He walks over to Mr. Kirkman and shows him the evidence he'd taken, starting at the first picture of the massacre in the infirmary, each time zooming in on the culprits’ faces before moving on to the next one.
“What the… I hadn’t even noticed it before, but now it realize it. This is Mr. Haynes! He collapsed a couple of hours before this picture was taken. He was diagnosed dead! D-E-A-D, dead! Do you understand this?!”
His voice grows audibly more and more nervous with every word he speaks.
“And look at this one, this is your guy emptying his gun at those freaks." *Next picture* "And here they are eating him. Do you realize that’s the same guy you just saw standing up again?!? What on earth is happening here?? Whatever it is, you MUST warn the authorities!”

Posted: **Thu May 23, 2013 2:34 am**

Ricky holds back vomit looking at the pictures. "See! They are demons or something!" He raises his tone further. "KATIE, COME ONE WERE LEAVING!" He yells. As she emerges from the bathroom he picks his daughter up and makes for the door, not bothering with how the others react unless they try to stop him.

Posted: **Thu May 23, 2013 5:24 am**

Pedro sets the lamp down, removes his tie, and uses it as a tourniquet around Jonathan's upper arm above the wound. He doesn't know anything else he can do to help him, and the one person who might have had a chance has been chewed to death. Even Emily might not have been able to do much for him. Considering what had happened to Jodie May, it seemed likely that the bite spread this disease, or whatever it was.

Posted: **Thu May 23, 2013 12:33 pm**

Ricky:
As you angrily stamp towards the door the uniformed security guard that had escorted you here steps in front of it, blocking the exit. He grins and tightens his grip on a wicked looking baton that you swear he didn’t have earlier.
From behind you Kirkman’s question stops you dead, “And just where do you think you will go Mr..?” he continues his clipped tones disguising a soft southern accent, “If, as the photographer here says, dead people are coming back to life”. He smiles, as if at a private joke, “And being that we are currently aboard a cruise ship several hours from land with nothing around us but sea. Doesn’t it seem sensible to find out what’s going on and deal with it. Rather than running back and forth like headless turkeys?”

Luke:
Following his words, Kirkman turns to you. “Now slow down mister, tell it again nice and slow. You talk about dead people being alive and eating others, and you have a bunch of pictures, not good quality pictures mind you I’ve seen better holiday snaps taken by the wife on her cheap ass camera, purporting to show them in action”, again that smile, it makes you remember your father listening to some childhood story about a broken window pane. “People don’t return from the dead, and then eat the living. Sounds like the plot for some cheap horror film. There has to be a rational answer and we need to find it, now; before we have a mass panic on our hands and have three thousand odd people running around screaming about terrorists, nerve gas and end of the world bullshit”. He walks over to a water cooler and takes a cup, “Now the two of you, if you have anything useful to contribute, fine. If not then I suggest you find a nice quiet room and wait there. In fact…”, he gestures towards of ships deck plans pinned to a corkboard on the wall near him, “We have a perfect one down on deck ten”.

Posted: **Thu May 23, 2013 12:34 pm**

Marcello:
No sooner had you spoken to the couple in the lift, but it stops at deck three. The metallic voice warns you the doors are opening and with a ‘ding’ they do just that.
After the noises of deck four, the lift doors seem to have opened onto a scene of tranquillity, marred only from the sound of loud voices from just down the corridor. You can see several uniformed security guards standing outside the door from which the voices seem to be coming. What they are talking about you are unable to hear more than a few odd words, but the words ‘terrorists’ and ‘nerve gas’ are clear enough...

Posted: **Thu May 23, 2013 4:15 pm**

Marcello goes to the security guards
-Hello! We are passenger from the deck four that just run away. There are several terrorist there that have attacked other passengers and members of the crew. They have vests bullet proof- I saw a crew member shooting and hitting a terrorist in the chest without making any damage, but they haven't any helms, so a hit in the head should do the work.
Marcello is already imagining that with his information the terrorist will be capture. That would be really a boost in his career! Imagine the titles!
"Monti helped to prevent an entire ship to be capture". That would make him minister in the next goverment. The internal affairs was a good post. Avoid anything about economy, it would only ruin his reputation.
Reputation. Marcello looked at Gabriella. She was hardly the ideal companion to someone with such a glorious destiny like him. What had been his idea to bring her? He didn't like her much on first place, she was too artificial. On the other hand... if presented in a favourable manner, it could look a love story, with Marcello figting to save the love of his life and the other persons. Yes, that would be excelent!

Posted: **Thu May 23, 2013 4:40 pm**

Marcello:
The attention of the security guards appears to be focused on the people in the room. You can see one determined looking man holding a small girl firmly by the hand heading for the door, in front of which, his back to you, stands a large, well built, man wearing the distinctive grey security uniform slowly tapping a long baton in his hand.
There are other occupants of the room two of whom wear security uniforms and another holds a big expensive looking camera, a professional photographer you guess.
At your words one of the security guards outside the door turns, smiles ruefully, and nods towards the room, "Well go right on in, the boss is running an open house today". You do not detect humour in his voice, "Hey boss, this guy claims to have seen terrorists".
The tall, smartly dressed figure at the water cooler turns and speaks, but not to you, "See what I mean? Terrorists and so it begins!"

Posted: **Thu May 23, 2013 5:40 pm**

"I'm not, 'running around like a headless turkey' I'm getting to the fucking lifeboats! Cause, God willing, eventually you guys are gonna get your shit together and realize we gave to get out of here, and when that happens, I'll be the first in line to get off the ship!" He turns to the security guard blocking his door, reaching into his 'ut-oh' bag(Assuming they didn't take it) he slides his right hand into one of his spiked knuckles. "Get out of my way, or I'll make you." He says coldly.
Intimidate 13 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4060533/ I used willpower for my attribute, let me know if that's not right.

Posted: **Thu May 23, 2013 6:45 pm**

“Listen to me you self-possessed bastard! First of all you obviously haven’t got a clue about photography. Secondly the artistic quality of those pictures was none of my concern. And it shouldn’t be any of yours either. What SHOULD, however, be your concern, is the safety of everyone on this ship. I have seen with my own eyes that your personnel are unable to handle this situation. I’ve seen several of them being overpowered by whoever is down there, causing that bloody massacre! Yes, they were eaten alive! And don’t you fucking mock us like that! I don’t say they magically resurrected or anything! But what I did see is people suffering wounds no normal man could ever survive, but hardly paying attention to eat and eating your staff. I have no idea what you would call that, and I don’t care either. Call it a cheap horror movie, call it what you will, but don’t you think there’s a reason why your oh-so-tough security guards aren’t answering your calls? Why don’t you go down there yourself if you’re so confident we’re talking bullshit? Huh? Why don’t you, you lame-ass piece of shit!”
Luke slams his hands on the table to invigorate his ramblings and starts pivoting in despair, combing his hair back to the side with his hand. He takes a deep breath and goes on with visible trouble to keep his temper.
“Look, I have no freaking idea what the hell is causing this crazy mess, but I DO know that what we have seen is bad. Very, very bad. Whether it be those bath salts, PCP, nerve gas, terrorists, some new kind of rabies or whatever, fact is we, and you too, are in deep, deep shit if you don’t start taking us serious. And yes, I’ll be on my way as faaaar away from THAT deck as possible. I’ll go to my own cabin first now. But not a chance in a million I’m letting you guys tell me what to do or lock me up in some room. Your men had guns and they couldn’t even protect themselves, why should I put my life in their hands after what I saw, and after being mocked by a brainless asshole in a uniform like yourself!”
He turns to the guard in front of the door.
“Now move aside and let us out! Believe me you’ll have plenty of work once they break out to this deck that you won’t wanna be occupied suppressing passengers like us. You’ll need all the gunforce you can gather to stop this shit, whatever it is. And good luck with that…”
He nods at Ricky. “If anyone needs me, I’ll be next in line to this man getting on the life boats. And don’t cry that I didn’t warn you guys.”

Posted: **Thu May 23, 2013 7:28 pm**

Pedro:
The application of the tourniquet seems to do the trick and Jonathan’s blood loss is reduced to a trickle. Looking around the room, now in a state of disrepair with smashed furniture, broken glass and everything with a copious covering of blood, you note the still corpse the doctor Emily lying were she fell after Jonathan had pulled her free of Jodie May's grasp.
As you gaze around Jonathan slowly begins to stir, For a few moments he looks at you with a ‘what the hell…’ look before realisation floods back. He scrabbles to his feet sparing a horrified glance around the room noting the corpses and the blood stained base of the lamp stand that you had used on Jodie May.

Jonathan:
Slowly and groggilly you swim through dark waves back to awareness, for a few moments you have no idea of where you are or what has happened, then rememberence hits you like a fist in your stomach. Your arm hurts like its afire, but it seems that Pedro has made a fair attempt at a tourniquet, no doubt inspired by Emily's earlier attempt on Jodie May. Emily!Jodie May! The full horror comes flooding back and you raise yourself to an elbow to stare around you at the destruction, before scrabbling to your feet...

Posted: **Thu May 23, 2013 8:08 pm**

-What is he talking about? Anyway, the situation is quite serious downside: there are at least 2 groups of terrorists, one I saw fighting your men and winning, the other I didn't see them but I heard someone screaming who was probably a victim of the second group. They have vests who protect the torso from bullets, but don't use any helmet; they have now lot's of gun with all the men the security lost already.

Posted: **Thu May 23, 2013 8:18 pm**

Ricky; the guard in the doorway tightens his mouth into a thin line and flexes his grip on the baton. He may be intimidated but he is doing a good impression of not being, Behind him you see three more uniformed figures move into the doorway, these are holding pistols.
Luke; Kirkman drinks the water and throws the empty cup into a nearby bin. You can see from the expression in his eyes that he is thinking about what was said.

“Now wait up there”, Kirkman pulls a lighter from his breast pocket and lights the cigar he has been chewing, “You don’t want to be starting something that can only end badly, especially when there’s a child involved” He picks up another plastic cup and you watch as the water bubbles out of the cooler, “You wanna go sit in the lifeboats – cool. But you and I know that aint gonna happen, yall will try and we will stop you. You people are gonna get hurt and some of us will as well aint no sense in that” Kirkman drinks from the cup then puts the recently lighted cigar inside, there is a hiss as the cigar is extinguished, “On the other hand you can stay here and monitor things allowing me and my people to get down below and try to sort this situation out” He stops talking abruptly and from his body language obviously expects an answer.

Posted: **Thu May 23, 2013 8:38 pm**

"Your not listening to me. There are unkillable monsters down there, there's noting to sort out, WE ARE SCREWED IF THEY GET TO US!"

Posted: **Thu May 23, 2013 9:55 pm**

Jonathan slowly crawls up, sitting against the bulkhead as he oversees the scene with blurry eyes, his gaze darting from Pedro, to the burning wound on his arm, to the mangled corpse of poor Emily.

"Emily...poor girl...", he shakes his head, grimacing as the pain shoots up through his arm.

"Emily!", he almost shouts out, "My ex-wife, Emily, is out there still, with my children! We need to...I need to..."

He tries to stand up, lets out a clear resounding cry of pain and heaves back down to his sitting position against the wall.

He looks Pedro in the eyes and nods sincerely.

"I do believe you saved my life, Pedro, thank you. If you hit the ball as hard as you hit that blonde, we'll have a great season!"

He laughs, lets out another cry of pain and coughs, his body racked by the overwhelming pain.

"A drop of whiskey would help against the pain, if you'd be so kind."

Posted: **Fri May 24, 2013 5:37 am**

"Of course," says Pedro, helping him up. He goes over to the nightstand where he had placed the glass of whiskey and bringing it over to Jonathan, where he offers it to him. "Any time, Jonathan. You need this more than I do. If we get out of this, I'll get you some tickets so you can watch me play. Good seats, too." He takes up the lamp again. "We do need to find and protect those we care about. My little brother Hector is on this cruise with me. He's probably still in our cabin. Which cabin are Emily and your children in? We should go to whichever one is closer first."

Posted: **Fri May 24, 2013 8:48 am**

He gets up slowly with the baseballer's assistance and thankfully takes the glass.

"Cheers to that!"

He downs the glass and keeps himself steady against the wall, tentatively trying to take a few steps. He grimaces as a bolt of pain shoots through his arm and he looks at it ruefully.

"I'd better get that disinfected...one can only guess what interesting diseases Jodie May was carrying."

He grins cheekily as he stumbles over to a chair and plops down in it. Fishing through his pockets for a smoke and a lighter, he looks at Pedro.

"Would you me a favour and see if they've anything of the sort in the bath room?"

Posted: **Fri May 24, 2013 2:23 pm**

Kirkman's Office:

Kirkman spreads his hands, "So your answer is to simply go sit in the lifeboats and await the inevitable?" From his top pocket he produces a new cigar, pulls it from its cellphane wrapper and puts in btween his lips and reaches for his lighter. Suddenly as if thinking better of it, he reaches up and pulls the cigar from his mouth and waves it like a pointer, "Another thing, there are probably several hundred people at this time trapped in their cabins awaiting developments, and that's just deck four on the decks below them are several hundred more. How the hell are they supposed to get off this ship? If as he says" he waves the cigar in Lukes direction, "These things, these...infected, are eating people do you suggest we just abandon the rest of the passengers and crew to be fed on?" With that he thrusts the cigar back between his lips and flicks the lighter...

Posted: **Fri May 24, 2013 2:26 pm**

"Sure I can do that for you. I can stay here and watch these screens if you go and sort out that mess. Just one condition: I need a gun to protect myself. If you manage to clear the deck below, I'll gladly give 'em back to you. But if i see you getting killed like the rest of your team, I'll be on the upper deck within seconds. I've been face to face with a few of them, and I sure as hell ain't gonna let it happen twice. Hell, even with a gun your guards didn't stand a chance. They caught bullets in the chest like it was nothing. This is no laughing matter I tell ya."

Posted: **Fri May 24, 2013 2:29 pm**

OOC: Pedro's cabin is probably the closest same deck cabin no 412 on the oppsite side of the boat from the infirmary. Jonathan's cabin is on the deck below No 58. The cabins are all equipped with interconnecting telephones you simply have to ring the room number.

Posted: **Fri May 24, 2013 2:45 pm**

Kirkman's Office:

In the midst of lighting his cigar Kirkman pauses allowing his gaze to rest on Luke for a moment, "You want a gun? Can you handle one?" He contnues the cigar lighting ritual, and amidst a plume of tobacco smoke continues, "It aint like the movies son, you can't just point and shoot. It takes months to train someone in the safe use of a firearm. I give you a gun and you could become part of the problem" he shakes his head and moves his gaze to the other occupants of the room, "How about you? You want a gun too?" he looks at Ricky still holding the hand of the little girl, then shifts it to the foreign sounding guy and his nervous companion, "And you two, would you like guns too?"

Posted: **Fri May 24, 2013 4:08 pm**

-No thank you, if I wanted one, all I had to do, was catch one from the ground from your dead men. And besides, I don't know how to use them. Why don't you stop the elevator and barricade the stairs? This way your men can shoot any of the terrorists who try to climb and maybe we get some help from the police.
Abandoning the ship? It wasn't a bad idea if everything went wrong. But until then, Marcello prefered to play the hero to get witness of his courage and only save his hide if the situation would be impossible.

Posted: **Fri May 24, 2013 7:59 pm**

Kirkman looks toward the smiling Italian, "Now there's a wise man who knows his capabilities" He moves over to stand in front of Marcello, "Trouble is what you see here", he gestures at the five security personnel, "Are the major remains of my team, some how I need to get to deck 5 and work back, so we will need those elevators working"
He indicates the monitor screen where the figures still slowly move towards the stern, "If those 'terrorists' come up the stairs, fine the men I have posted there will deal with them. If however, they go down to deck 5 there is no one to stop them and if I put out a message to stay inside their cabins, some foolhardy passenger is bound to stick their heads out for a look" he pulls the cigar from his mouth, the end looks well chewed. "And if they head for the service stairs...? No, me and my boys have to go down to five and flush them back to four. That's why I need you on the monitors watching our backs, so to speak"

Posted: **Fri May 24, 2013 8:32 pm**

"That's exactly what I intend to do, the 'inevitable' being that you will figure you need to evacuate us. I don't know what the hell you should do about the lower levels, maybe if you get them moving right now you could get them to the upper deck before the monsters block them in. If there aren't enough lifeboats for everyone I guess they could try to swim for it, better then going up against living avatars of death I guess! And the fact that there aren't enough lifeboats only proves that I need to get to them first, first come first served right?"

Posted: **Fri May 24, 2013 9:21 pm**

Luke nervously strums his fingers on the side of the cupboard he is leaning against. He suddenly slams it as he starts speaking. “OK, fine! Just let’s stop bickering about it and get moving, ‘cause I don’t think THEY are gonna wait until we are ready. Tell me which button to press if I need to warn you about something. But without gun to protect myself, I’m outa here as soon as I notice anything fishy.”

Posted: **Fri May 24, 2013 9:59 pm**

Kirkman turns to Ricky and shrugs resignedly, "Okay boy, you take yourself off and hide in the lifeboats, if you can access them with a kid in tow". He nods at the guards in the doorway, "It's okay let him go, he aint no use to us anyway".
Turning to Luke he points to the headset recently reliquished by the monitor operative, "Just put that on, you can hear us and we can hear you. The screen will allow you to monitor whats happening on deck four, touch this button and it will switch to another camera" He runs through a quick explanation of the various buttons on the console, they are all clearly labelled and look easy to use.
As he starts to leave the room he deliberately stares at a metal chest high on one of the shelves, "Don't go poking around in there, okay?"
With that he and his team leave the room and start making their way up the corridor. The four of you look towards each other in a sort of 'What now?' attitude.

Posted: **Fri May 24, 2013 10:07 pm**

-Quick question, what we do if something goes wrong? I mean, shouldn't be someone responsible here?

Posted: **Fri May 24, 2013 11:14 pm**

"I am going to go, but before I do I'm gonna try to convince you one more time to evacuate the ship, what do you think your gonna do against these demons! You have an obligation to your passengers to get us out of here!" Ricky yelled at the captain as he left. After hearing his response he picks his daughter up and leaves, heading for the relative safety of the upper deck.

Posted: **Sat May 25, 2013 5:37 am**

Pedro ducks into the bathroom to look for first aid supplies, or failing that some antibacterial soap. "Hector is in 412, which is not far away. We should head there next, but first I'll call him on the phone to see if he's there and tell him I'm coming, and to get my bat ready."

Posted: **Sat May 25, 2013 10:44 am**

Jonathan nods and tries his feet again, seemingly regaining his focus.

"We're one below, I'll call to see if they've locked themselves up."

He makes for the telephone and calls his room.

Posted: **Sat May 25, 2013 5:23 pm**

Room 403:
Pedro and Jonathan are relieved to discover that their respective traveling companions are safe, and in the case of Jonathan's wife and children unaware of any disturbance. Hector tells Pedro that he had heard the anouncements, but had not been aware of any situation. With a laugh he will tell Pedro that his beloved bat is safe and he is looking at it as he speaks.

Looking around the devastation that was cabin 403 you consider your options. Jonathan is in need of proper medical attention or at the very least medical supplies that can only be found in the infirmary. To which, you recall, the photographer Luke Hoffman had gone prior to the Jodie May episode. Outside the cabin there is no sign of him although Jonathan was sure it was him that was banging at the door earlier.

Posted: **Sat May 25, 2013 7:47 pm**

Kirkman's Office:
In Kirkman’s Office several minutes pass in silence, no doubt as each considers their position in the light of the guy with the kid’s departure. The question posed by the Italian still hangs in the air unanswered.
On the monitor screen the group of figure continues their slow progress to the stern area, and the stairs that are there. The headset crackles into life and Kirkman’s voice comes through loud and clear, “We are on deck 5. All seems quiet here, anything happening at your end?”.
Luke cycles the screen through the various cameras, nothing is happening. He changes the screen to display its original area of observation, and that’s when he notices that the figures, there a few moments ago, have disappeared. But where? He changes the view to the stairs expecting to find them there – nothing.
It is on its fourth change, to a camera covering the port corridor that he sees movement. A figure, limping slowly, disappears into a room.
Checking the deck plan for that location he finds the room labelled “The Cap’n Kidd Suite”. It seems that the infected from the infirmary have entered the children’s area. One that is surely closed at this time of night.

Posted: **Sat May 25, 2013 7:48 pm**

"Hang tight, hermano," Pedro reassures Hector. "I'm fine, but my friend here got bit in the arm. We need to find some medical help for him, and we can join you on the way. We're in 403 right now, just up the hall. I'm not sure what's going on, but it seems to be some sort of disease that's making people go berserk and start eating folks. There was a doctor trying to treat one of them when it started, and she got killed right in front of me. These infected people become very tough, and this one just shrugged off a broken arm. A sound blow to the head seems to do the trick, though." He nods to Jonathan. "We should pass 412 on the way to the infirmary, if you're willing to brave that place. It might be better to find one on another deck, though. I doubt we'll find anyone alive in there."

Posted: **Sun May 26, 2013 12:20 am**

Consoled by hearing the voices of his travelling companions he puts down the phone. Though he wasn't sure how long it would take before his ex-wife would strangle his children's babysitter and lover, at least they were safe for the moment.
He waited for Pedro to finish his call and said:

"You're right, we should get moving..."

He looks around the bloodstained room, shaking his head mournfully as his gaze lingers on Emily's corpse.

"Here's looking at you, kid."

He raises his glass and finished the last of the whisky. Walking to the door, he takes another look at his bloody arm, wincing at the sight of it.

"I'd be a lot happier if you had your bat at hand and I'm sure you'll be happier if you can see your brother face to face. I'm not sure how many infirmaries there are on this boat, so I think we'd better man up and check out the one on this deck. If no one's there, we could at least put something antiseptic and a bandage around Jodie May's love bite."

Posted: **Sun May 26, 2013 2:47 am**

Pedro takes one last look at Emily, lowering his head solemnly. She had been beautiful, but more than that, she had been caring and skilled, and she would have been the perfect person to have with them right now. "All right," he says, gripping the lamp, "let's go." He leads the way into the hall, advancing carefully and quietly towards the intersection.

Posted: **Sun May 26, 2013 9:26 am**

Luke stares vigilantly at the screens, concerned about the disappeared figures.
“OK, watch out guys. Somehow, they’re all gone. I just saw one of them limping inside the children’s area. But beware, just because he’s limping doesn’t mean he’s not dangerous. Besides that, I can’t see anyone anywhere on the screens. Watch your backs.”
He then covers the headsets microphone and turns to the unfamiliar looking Italian. “You look like a responsible man. Could you please guard the corridor while I’m occupied with these cameras? I don’t want one of them crawling up to me without seeing him.”

Posted: **Sun May 26, 2013 10:52 am**

-Sicuro. And I still have this bottle to defend myself in I need. Come amore- he says to Gabriella his companion- let's guard the corridor.
Marcello goes outside but keep the door opened, so he may continue to talk to the other men.
-By the way, my name is Marcello, I was here to have a nice relaxing holidays with Gabriella here, after a problematic year, but it seems I have chose the wrong time time, should have go to Napoli, it seems it was safer with the mob!

Posted: **Sun May 26, 2013 3:18 pm**

“And my name is Luke. But don’t you worry. We’re gonna do whatever it takes to make it out of here alive.”
As soon as Marcello left the room, his gaze wanders off to the metal chest on the shelf and can’t help but wonder why that highly unfriendly security officer would mention what he did. He leans sideways off his chair to yell through the open door.
“hey ehh.. hey, Marcello? I took a fire extinguisher with me from downstairs. Should any of them reach this place, I think that’ll crush his skull better than that bottle of yours would. Why don’t you go fetch it quickly? I’ve left it just near the stairs to deck 4. While you’re over there, you could also check if all is still quiet down below. If not, you can always spray its contents down the stairs. Make ‘em all slippery and those bastards ain’t comin’ up here, you see?”

Posted: **Sun May 26, 2013 5:32 pm**

-Well, it can be. That would be indeed a better weapon, but I hope that the security solves everything. Stay here cara mia
Marcello starts running to go fetch the extinguisher quick, because he gets nervous to go alone.

Posted: **Sun May 26, 2013 8:00 pm**

Pedro & Jonathan:
Other than the battered body of Jodie May the corridor looks quiet though as you pass one cabin the dorway, open, is smeared with blood as is the carpet inside as far as you can see. Also you aren't sure but you think you can hear the sound of someone eating noisily within. Pedro grips the lamp tighter and tries to peer within, but Jonathan, teeth gritted against the pain in his arm, shakes his head and nods along the corridor, "If I remember the infirmary is along there" he whispers in a tense manner, "If that's another Jodie May, I'm not sure I'm up to going rounds with her, come on"...

Marcello:
Finding the fire extinghuisher is no problem it is where Luke said he left it at the top of the stairs, risking a quick look down the carpet covered staircase, all looks quiet exactly as you would think it would. The peacefulness of the ship makes you start to wonder if you might have imagined the whole 'terrorist' episode...

Luke:
Again your attention is drawn to the box, and the same thoughts run through your head. Then you attention is drawn back to the monitor, at the end of the passageway towards the bow you can make out two moving figures. They seem to be making their way stealthily towards the infirmary.
Despite the poor quality of the monitor picture there is something about them that reminds you of your two companions from earlier that night, the writer and the ball player. As you watch they draw level with a cabin you remember earlier during your run for the stairs...

Ricky:
Before you a double door opens into a large function room tables and chairs cover what can easily become a dance floor. The whole area is decorated in a retro 1950s style, complete with an old Wurlitzer juke box that you are willing to bet is stuffed with hits of the fifties. To your right are huge glass windows interspaced with doors that lead out onto the deck. You can see the shape of the lifeboats as they hang in their cradles above and out from the ship's sides...

Posted: **Sun May 26, 2013 8:41 pm**

Marcello returns to the safety of his companions.
"I'l probably write a book about what is happening". That will help to my popularity."

Posted: **Sun May 26, 2013 10:33 pm**

Upon noticing the two familiar looking figures, Luke decides to leave the box for what it is and focuses entirely on the screens. He leans forward over the table to have a better look.
“OK guys, I see movement. Two figures just came out of room 403 on deck 4. I think I know them. I was in that same room with these guys just before coming up here. It’s that writer and that baseball player. They seem to be sneaking around in a strange way, so better watch out. They might be infected too for all I know. They were in there taking care of a woman that got bit earlier this evening. On the other hand, they might also just be drunk, judging from the amount of booze that writer had downed. Wait a minute.. they’re halted in front of a room down the corridor. When I ran to the stairs, the passenger from that room came outside and was attacked by one of the monsters.”
OOC: on which deck are Kirkman and his team now?

Posted: **Mon May 27, 2013 1:48 am**

Pedro nods without a word and creeps past the door, continuing onwards towards the infirmary.

Posted: **Mon May 27, 2013 4:21 am**

Ricky releases a sigh as he approaches the lifeboats, glad that his goal has been accomplished.
"Daddy, are we getting on the boat now?" Katie asks, still confused by the events going on. He shakes his head a little as he leans against the railing. "No sweetheart, I can't pilot a boat, heck I probably can't even figure out how to lower it." He says looking at the ropes and levers that support the small boat. "What we do now is wait for the captain to send out an SOS signal, then he'll send some crew members up to get us loaded onto the lifeboats, and other nearby boats will come to pick us up. But sometimes there aren't enough boats for everybody on the ship, especially one this big, so it was important we get here before anybody else."
"Oh." She said quietly, after a moment longer she spoke again. "Daddy, what'd you mean there are demons on the ship?" She asks, still in a confused, slightly scared tone. Ricky's pulse began racing.
"Don't worry about it honey, there were just some..........don't worry about it." He repeats, she releases a sigh and rests her head against his shoulder. After a moment she begins snoring lightly and Ricky realizes she, somehow, fell back asleep. He looks up to the bridge of the ship in the distance. God dammit captain give the order and get us out of here..... He thinks nervously.

Posted: **Mon May 27, 2013 1:40 pm**

Jonathan noiselessly creeps in front of Pedro towards the infirmary and room 412, hoping they won't attract the attention of other hungry cruise-goers.

Posted: **Mon May 27, 2013 1:54 pm**

Ricky:
Along the rail of the deck there is a line of deck chairs accompanied by small umbrella supporting tables. Over the rail a night darkened sea, broken every now and again by the white caps of waves shows the forward progress of the ship. Above the clear night shy shows a myriad of stars.
Other than the noise of the ships engines, a muffled throb, and the splash of the sea far below, the ship is quiet. There are no screams, no gunshots, nothing out of the ordinary.
Katie curles up in one of the chairs quickly falls asleep, showing the resilience of childhood. You glance at your watch, 01:15 am, seven more hours to Nassau, nervously you position your chair so that you have a good view of your surroundings.

Luke:
A voice you recognise as Kirkman’s comes back over your headset, “Okay I hear you. At present we are on deck five making our way to the stairs at the stern. We should be able to come up behind the figure you saw going into the kid’s area, and hopefully be able to deal with him quick”. There is a short pause, in which you guess he is giving instructions to his team, “Okay, any sign of others, over?”
Cycling through the camera views you see nothing other that the two figures you recognised earlier still moving towards the infirmary. Another voice comes over the headset, “Boss. Hardacre here. I am currently at the base of the stairs at the bow I am going to go forward and see if I can see the two people in the corridor.”
Kirkman’s voice comes back in a flash, “No, stay where you are and keep those stairs covered godamit”…

Marcello:
Looking over Lukes’s shoulder at the monitor screen you see a uniformed figure suddenly appear near the end of the corridor behind the two figures that Luke has been watching…

Pedro & Jonathan:

Moving a stealthily as you can Pedro suddenly halts, grins and gently taps on a cabin door marked 412. After a moment a muffled voice enquires from the other side, “Yes. Pedro is that you?
Jonathan glancing rearwards notices a shadowy figure appearing some distance behind them Pain from his arm, the whisky he had imbibed added to the dim corridor lights make any attempt to judge his position, but it could be from the room that had halted at earlier. Whoever it is they are moving slow and stealthily…

Posted: **Mon May 27, 2013 4:49 pm**

Seven hours to landfall, worst case scenario we can probably make it to shore just on a lifeboat, though it would not be a fun ride. Ricky thinks to himself, I guess we just have to wait for the captain to give the order, God I hate not having control of a situation. He takes a deep breath and looks around, trying to see a place where they could hide somewhat comfortably.
Stealth 20 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4064932/

Posted: **Mon May 27, 2013 9:35 pm**

Jonathan sucks in his breath and shakes his head, trying to think clearly. Between clenched teeth he whispers urgently:

"You'd best either get your bat or get us inside, Pedro, there's another lurker approaching!"

Posted: **Mon May 27, 2013 9:37 pm**

“OK I can spot Hardacre appear behind them. I tell you this is a bad idea man. You better stick together as much as possible. They were harmless a couple of hours ago, but you never know. Looks like they’re heading for the infirmary. That’s exactly where this hell started. I repeat: do NOT underestimate this situation!”
Luke covers his microphone and turns to Marcello. “Same goes for us, actually. If we all stay in here, sooner or later one of them is gonna sneak up on us and end of story. We need to work together to stay alive. Could you two each guard one end of this corridor while I keep an eye on all the other ones? If any of us notices any danger, we can immediately warn eachother and figure out the best escape route together.”
Realising it would be wiser not to completely rely on anyone but himself, he decides to redirect his focus on the screens and follow the situation on the deck below. As the fear of being left alone in this fight starts swelling up inside him, he quickly casts a look around the room to see if there’s anything that could serve as a weapon should he come face to face alone with one of these… whatever they are.

Posted: **Mon May 27, 2013 9:48 pm**

"Yeah, it's us, Hector," says Pedro quietly. "Let us in, quick."

Posted: **Mon May 27, 2013 10:12 pm**

Pedro & Jonathan:
With a click that sounds far too loud the cabin door opens and a younger version of Pedro peers through the gap, "Thank God, here come in. Oh and here is your bat as ordered hombre" Hector opens the door wide and hands the professional baseball bat to Pedro,
Jonathan grimaces with the pain as he watches the slowly closing figure. "Best we get inside, you two can congratulate each other later".

Luke:
Looking around the room you notice that there are several (3) batons on a shelf in the far corner. You can tell that neither of your comrades look that keen to go outside the room by the way Marcello grips the fire extinghuisher as if his life depended on it and Gabriella daintily grasps the neck of a bottle.
On the monitor screen you watch as the two figures vanish inside a room. For a moment the creeping security guard, Hardacre, pauses as if confused by the sudden disapearance of his quarry. You see him peering down the corridor then swiftly turn his head to the right as if something had caught his attention. Anticipation burns through your stomach, whatever is going to happen you have a feeling will not be good...

Ricky:
Other than the lifeboats which you judge are too far away to be of use, you can see nothing more comfortable than the deckchairs.

Posted: **Mon May 27, 2013 10:28 pm**

-You mean to divide us? But if they are still in deck four, isn't enough to be near the stairs? This way we can control them and easily defend us if needed.
"All I have to do is throw the fire extinguisher, and one of those terrorist is dead with vest bullet prof or not, and I can easily escape".

Posted: **Mon May 27, 2013 10:36 pm**

Pedro slips into the cabin, sets the bloody lamp down inside, and grins as he takes his familiar bat. "Muchos gracias," he says. "Hector, this is Jonathan Moore, a famous novelist. Jonathan, this is my brother Hector. Jonathan got bitten, and he needs medical help. All of this started in the infirmary, but the infected people seem to have spread out from there, so we may be able to find some medical supplies there, but I wouldn't expect to find anyone alive who isn't infected. After that, we'd better get off this deck." He picks up a black shoulder bag that's zipped up and slings it over his shoulder. "I've got some baseballs in here that I can use to peg the infected from a distance. It's best not to let them get too close. I've seen them kill." He shudders.

Posted: **Mon May 27, 2013 10:55 pm**

Caught up in the actions of the reckless security guard, Luke quickly raises his hand to silence Marcello and leans forward over the control board. “Hardacre! What do you see down the corridor? Do NOT confront these guys. Go back to your team and face them together! Bullets don’t kill these guys! Hardacre! Answer me!”

Posted: **Mon May 27, 2013 11:47 pm**

Jonathan smiles at Pedro's brother through clenched teeth, biting away the pain as he takes a seat.
He wipes the sweat from his brow with his good hand and takes a few moments to catch his breath.

"Take your time, compadre, I need to sit for a moment..."

Posted: **Tue May 28, 2013 1:10 am**

Ricky releases a sight upon seeing there are no hiding spots. Oh well, as long as I stay alert I'll be able to run again if those monsters come up here.

Posted: **Tue May 28, 2013 5:44 pm**

Luke:
Unfortunately your warning is a moment too late. You can only watch the monitor screen as another security gaurd emerges from a cabin to Hardacre's right. Over the headset you hear Hardacre speak, "Fletch is that you?" quickly followed by a blood curdling scream as the gaurd identified as 'Fletch' swiftly enveolpes Hardacre in a bear hug.
Hardacre's gun fires three rapid shots into the cieling as his fingers tighten on the trigger of his pistol. Again you can only watch in helplessness as a fountain of what you presume is blood sprays skyward.
You rip the headset from your head as your ears fill with the endless screams of death...

Pedro & Jonathan:
With the door closed, and locked, behind you the sense of security and peace is shattered by three muffled shots and horrific screaming from the other side...

Posted: **Tue May 28, 2013 11:49 pm**

Luke jumps up from his chair, tosses the headset on the desk and backs away from the control table with a terrified scream, as if he himself were the victim of the latest attack and the headset part of the attacker. For a moment, he stands still, breathing heavily while staring at the screen in terror. Realising he has to give report to the rest of the fallen security guard, he then grabs one of the batons he’d seen earlier and repositions with the headset behind the desk. His voice seems to be 2 tones higher than it usually is.
“Kirkman? You still there? He’s dead! Your other guy just fucking killed him! He’s lying in a pool of blood right in front of a cabin on deck 4, just near the stairs. Beware of every door you pass guys, and don’t trust your own team members if you’ve lost contact for a couple of minutes! Please hurry up! Deck 4 is not clear, and I have a feeling they’ll be knocking on our door any time soon.”

Posted: **Wed May 29, 2013 12:07 am**

Jonathan looks up, a haunted expression on his face as the blood-curdling screams echoes in the throbbing of his arm.

"Fuck, that was too close!
But who else was out there?"

Posted: **Wed May 29, 2013 3:45 am**

"I better go see if I can help whoever it is," says Pedro quietly. He cracks open the door and slips out into the hall. With the bat in his right hand, he fishes a baseball from his shoulder bag with his left so that he can be ready to throw or bat it at the infected.

Posted: **Wed May 29, 2013 9:11 am**

OOC: Did Marcelllo say those images?

Posted: **Wed May 29, 2013 5:07 pm**

"You're going to what?!"

Jonathan tries to get up and object more profoundly, but sits down again as the room starts spinning from the sudden movement.

"Damn that bastard!"

He shakes his head, grits his teeth and moves to follow Pedro.

"Stay here, kid!"

Posted: **Wed May 29, 2013 7:13 pm**

Luke:
Kirkman's voice comes over the headset, calm and measured, “Yeah I hear you, just calm down. We are almost at the top of the stairs onto deck four, two of my men will go to the corner of the infirmary corridor and block off any intruder coming from there, the rest of us will head over to the kid’s area and see what’s occurring there. Now calm down son, lock the godamn door if you’re that worried and stay on the link, I need to know what’s going down elsewhere”
On the monitor screen you can see the shape of the security guards Fletch hunched over the still form of Hardacre. From his motions you are glad the CCTV doesn’t have sound.
From behind you can hear the sound of the Italian, Marcello, dry heaving…

Marcello:
The images on the monitor screen were unavoidable especially with Luke’s reaction. Suddenly the ‘terrorist’ angle doesn’t look right any more. Perhaps the guy with the little girl had been right in his description of ‘Demons’. You turn to Gabriella, luckily she is still concentrating on the door and gripping the wine bottle tightly. From what you had seen on the screen you think it may require something more that a broken bottle. Luckily there are two more of the riot sticks on the shelf...

Pedro :
Back in the direction from which you had come you can see a huddled shape on the floor. It looks like two men one lying face down and the other kneeling over him while tearing at his neck in an all too familiar way.
From his actions he looks too busy to notice you. Looking the other way you estimate that you could easily make the infirmary without him noticing you, as long as Jonathan can keep up.

Jonathan:
The attempt to follow Pedro is curtailed by an intense wave of pain from your arm, so fierce that for a few moments the whole world seems to spin. You shake and break out in hot and cold sweats with which comes a wave of weakness that threatens to drop you to the floor. You stager and in the clouds of blackness that threaten to rob your sight, you are aware of Pedro’s brother giving you a look that wavers between concern and suspicion…

OOC: Jonathan you need to make a Willpower attribute test to resist blacking out. 1d10 + Willpower x2 (8) target 11

Posted: **Thu May 30, 2013 3:52 am**

"It's too late to help him," whispers Pedro, looking back at Jonathan. "Are you all right? I think we can slip into the infirmary now if you can make it that far. I hope what's happening to you isn't what happened to Jodie May. She got bitten too."

Posted: **Thu May 30, 2013 8:30 am**

He staggers out of the room on sheer willpower and whispers in answer to Pedro.

"I'm okay, man, just lost a lot of blood...Let's just get this wound taken care of."

He starts towards the infirmary, holding a hand against the wall to stabilise himself, his mind reeling with the implications of what the baseball player just said.

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