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thisavrou2016-11-12 08:22 pm
notglitching) wrote in thisavrou2016-11-12 08:22 pm
video + text; Virus Zombie PSA (backdated to an hour or so after J's post)
[So remember that cheery blonde asking people to come screw? Guess what! She's back on camera already. Only the call's coming from Rinzler's MID (didn't he kill her that one time?), and J looks to have undergone some fairly rapid... changes.
First? She's a technozombie!
Second? Extra dead.
Her skin is dull and grey, split apart in papery, cracked lines that show the glow of circuitry beneath. Her eyes are flat and hollow, glinting dimly in the light above, as if the switch behind them was burned out. Her head lolls to the side at a twisted, malformed angle, and the slice visible through one collarbone is oddly bloodless. What liquid does ooze out is black.
The camera lingers for a long moment, only the low ticking rumble of Rinzler's noise offscreen to break the silence. Then, several lines of text scroll out below the screen.]
Active virus detected.
Affects users. Infected subjects: hostile, attempting to spread.
[Shepard starts talking before she's on camera, allowing for the image to assist in her addition to Rinzler's information. Her voice is urgent, stern — and a touch strained.]
This is a red alert. Something on board is turning crew into beings called husks. They're the result of organic cells being replaced with psychological and physiological-controlling synthetic material.
[As the camera shifts to her, the source of the strain is clearer — she's attempting to patch up a wound to the gut in a hurry. More discerning types may identify it as a gunshot wound.]
See a friend, but they're looking a little different? Keep your distance, and let us know. It's not a exactly your traditional virus, but any bite or scratch can open up a host site, and turn you, too.
Private to: Nihlus
Location?
[[ooc: Monolith Plot continues! Red is Rinzler; orange Shepard—they'll both be responding to non-privated threads.]]
First? She's a technozombie!
Second? Extra dead.
Her skin is dull and grey, split apart in papery, cracked lines that show the glow of circuitry beneath. Her eyes are flat and hollow, glinting dimly in the light above, as if the switch behind them was burned out. Her head lolls to the side at a twisted, malformed angle, and the slice visible through one collarbone is oddly bloodless. What liquid does ooze out is black.
The camera lingers for a long moment, only the low ticking rumble of Rinzler's noise offscreen to break the silence. Then, several lines of text scroll out below the screen.]
Active virus detected.
Affects users. Infected subjects: hostile, attempting to spread.
[Shepard starts talking before she's on camera, allowing for the image to assist in her addition to Rinzler's information. Her voice is urgent, stern — and a touch strained.]
This is a red alert. Something on board is turning crew into beings called husks. They're the result of organic cells being replaced with psychological and physiological-controlling synthetic material.
[As the camera shifts to her, the source of the strain is clearer — she's attempting to patch up a wound to the gut in a hurry. More discerning types may identify it as a gunshot wound.]
See a friend, but they're looking a little different? Keep your distance, and let us know. It's not a exactly your traditional virus, but any bite or scratch can open up a host site, and turn you, too.
Private to: Nihlus
Location?
[[ooc: Monolith Plot continues! Red is Rinzler; orange Shepard—they'll both be responding to non-privated threads.]]
video + text;
[Not worth the risk, he... doesn't say in front of Frisk. A CROWNING ACHIEVEMENT of tact for Rinzler!!]
Higher priority: preventing infection for rest of system.
video + text;
[He didn't, of course he didn't, because they know how he operates. Kill or be killed, get rid of the threat in the most efficient manner. It doesn't matter that she gets hurt, that other people will hurt for her, it never did because no one ever cares.]
She didn't deserve this!
video + text;
[Rinzler can't shout. Rinzler can't yell. But there's something of both in the irritated set of his shoulder, the rise and fall of his ticking, constant rumble.
You don't take risks with viruses. You don't let them into your systems, you don't let them infect your friends. She wasn't a friend, and neither was the user she'd been torturing. Rinzler's tried to kill that one himself, on more than one occasion. But even so...]
Doesn't matter.
Needed to be stopped.
video + text;
[They can't go back and fix this. They try and they try and they can't.]
[Frisk whimpers, and cuts off the feed.]