TOKYO OPT-IN 1/4

[tokyodisa]

Who: Opt-in characters
What: What is even going on and then there's a monster
When: Forward-dated to 10pm, 20/July
Where: Tokyo... or is it?
Rating: PG/PG-13

Whatever you were in the middle of doing, you suddenly find yourself in what appears to be an abandoned garage, in the blink of an eye.

There is a bunch of weird-looking technology everywhere, cables and wires connected to machines lined with blinking lights. There are screens all over the room, with grids and maps on some of them and scrolling, foreign text on others. One of the screens projects a constantly rotating image.

There's also a platform in the middle of the room. And you all happen to be standing on it.

[ TOKYO? | A GUEST ARRIVES | ENTER: A PARTYCRASHER ]

Comments

[zeiram]

[It pursues, but at the same plodding pace as before -- like it has all the time in the world to find her.]

[princelyspirit]

[Hey, as long as it's not shooting at her, she is completely fine with that. But seriously, screw you Paradisa. Screw you and your weird obsession with aliens and monsters and murder and- is that a rock on the ground? IT MOST CERTAINLY IS, and it's about the size of her fist, too. Utena slows down enough to pick it up and holds it tight as she speeds up again. She isn't going to aim it towards the stranger, but she'll aim it at the first window she sees. She's beginning to get an idea. Step one: smash window with rock. Step two: Climb into broken window. Step three: Scavenge for supplies. Step four: Don't die]

[zeiram]

[It's far enough away where this is a totally plausible and acceptable thing to do. It might just turn around and go back to pursuing the others if she hides well enough.]

[princelyspirit]

[She'll come back for the others, she swears, but first she has to prepare herself. As soon as she's close enough, she aims and throws the rock with all her might, satisfied at the crash. Now, just to climb through.

Good news: the eighties love love loved it's layers, so when Utena strips down to her shorts and sports bra, she has not one, but two gaudy, neon tank tops to cover her hands. The bad news are... the shorts. She bites her lip to muffle a cry as she climbs through, scraping her legs despite her best efforts to be careful. Utena drops to the floor with a soft thud and does her best to ignore the pain; she can stop the bleeding once she's in a safer spot. First, though, she needs to get to the kitchen. Everything she can think that she'll need is in the kitchen.]

[zeiram]

[As Utena rummages around in the empty house, there is no one there to stop her. The entire city is well and truly empty, it seems.

Outside, the being stops at the broken window. Does it smell the blood? Can it sense her presence? Or does it notice the broken window? However it pursues her, its audible footfalls stop on the street outside. And even from within the apartment, Utena should be able to hear it -- the low moan of the creature; guttural like a crocodile's growl, but breathless.]

[princelyspirit]

[Utena freezes, breath caught in her throat. It was foolish, to hope that it would just go away. But it's too late to back down now. It's either do or die, and if she wants to survive, she needs to act quickly. She mentally goes through everything she's found: knives, bottles of alcohol, kitchen rags and an abandoned lighter. This will have to do. Steeling herself, she opens the bottle and douses the rag, before stuffing it inside the neck. She's never done this before, and only has what she's seen on movies and television to guide her plan, but right now it's the best one she's got. Makeshift bomb in one hand and lighter in the other, she creeps out as quietly and quickly as possible to a room with another window, breathing slowly and evenly to calm the pounding in her chest. If it works, she'll have one crispy fried alien. If it doesn't... well, she'll definitely need another escape, won't she?]

[zeiram]

[The creature spends a little while making that terrible moaning noise at the broken window, but eventually it does seem to give up and turns to slowly plod back down the street. If Utena manages to find a window quick enough, she might have a good shot as it retreats...]

[princelyspirit]

[Two choices present themselves: she can toss the bottle as planned, and risk retaliation. Or, she could abandon her plan, and let it ignore her... only to have it pursue someone else.

On second thought, there wasn't a choice at all. Without a moment's hesitation, she lights the bottle and throws the damned thing]

[zeiram]

[Utena used molotov cocktail! It's super effective!

By which I mean the bottle hits the thing in the hat and explodes, sending a cascade of fire all around its head. It makes a noise of obvious pain, but instead of the low, breathy growling of before, it's a keening wail that almost sounds like a baby's cry, if not for the otherworldly flanging effect in the sound.

It doesn't take the hat off, which is weird. But it flails a bit in desperation and pain, beating at its hat with both massive fists, trying to get the fire out.]

[princelyspirit]

[The scream makes her freeze, her eyes wide as she stares at it. Its a terrible sound, one that echoes in her ears and makes her skin crawl, and she can feel her hands shake. But, despite it all, a feeling of victory bubbles up in her chest. It worked. Her plan actually worked. Adrenaline rushes through her veins, making her head swim, before she stuffs the lighter in her pocket and dashes back into the kitchen. If one is good, two is better! Or three, or four, or- okay, the point is, she's grabbing as many rags and bottles of alcohol as her arms can carry, before she runs back to the room. It started this fight when it aimed its gun at her, and now she's going to finish it!]

[zeiram]

[By the time Utena comes back to the window, the creature isn't on fire anymore. In fact, it's not even on the street anymore.

Where did it go?]

[princelyspirit]

[...oh. Oh shit. This is not good. While the initial chase was awful in its own right, at least Utena knew where the damn thing was. Now, she has no idea, and the uncertainty makes her more afraid than anything else. She drops her supplies gently on the floor, careful to make as little noise as possible, and quickly sets to work on making another molotov cocktail. All the while she keeps her ears open, listening for its tell-tale growl and that low, terrible moan.]

[zeiram]

[Maybe she lucked out, because it seems as though the thing is well and truly out of her hair. Maybe it went back to pursue somebody who didn't climb through broken glass and set it on fire.]

[princelyspirit]

[Reckless behavior saves the day once again! Huzzah! Utena's not ready to rest easy just yet, though. First, she needs to take care of those cuts she earned. Then, it's time to steal find a new shirt and hit the streets again. Sure, she might be safe if she hides out here for the rest of the night, but it wouldn't feel right to abandon the other castle residents. If nothing else, maybe she can bring other people here, and they can form a nice little hideout. She'll just... make sure to keep a bottle or two by her side when she leaves]