( june event ) who's that pokemon?

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EVENT: WHO'S THAT POKEMON?

For the residents of Wayward Pines, the 19th is just your typical boring Monday. The sun is shining. The birds are chirping.

Until suddenly, they're not.

That's the first sign. Maybe you don't even notice — you're far too busy with your nine-to-five, or maybe even by poolside, blissfully ignorant to the trouble brewing just out of sight, or to the fact that SPF 15 is basically just water anyway. Or maybe you aren't quite so lucky. You notice the birds have gone silent. You feel the eyes upon you, unseen but still raising goosebumps on the back of your neck.

And then from the woods, that telltale scream.

No, two screams, then three, then five, then more than a dozen. You can't count them, can't figure out which direction they're coming from. It's like they're all around you now. Even above you. Now you spot them on the rooftops — god, they're huge, you can't even fathom how they made it up there unnoticed.

But they're not playing at stealth anymore. One leaps off the roof, a single fluid bound on long thick limbs, and barely lands on the sidewalk for a moment before it lunges at the nearest person — your neighbor mowing his lawn, or maybe the woman carrying that armful of bags out of French's Grocery — long claws slicing through their flesh like a hot knife through butter. Then comes another, and another. Into the streets, the backyards, and the ill-timed pool parties, tearing through every living soul they can find.

By nightfall, the creatures have retreated back into the woods en masse, but anyone foolish enough to wander too far from the safety of their homes runs the risk of being picked off one by one if they're not careful. The 20th and 21st follow a similar pattern; during the day, the Sheriff and a team of volunteers comb through the woods looking for survivors, and during the night, these creatures do much the same.

The morning of the 22nd dawns with the last of the vicious "murder potatoes" (as Linda had hysterically dubbed them on the first day while wielding a butcher's knife with astonishing proficiency) have fallen, and the danger is gone.

For now, anyway. The questions they leave behind, however? Those are here to stay.

MOD NOTES

This is a catch-all for any and all threads pertaining to the Who's That Pokemon event! It covers the battle on the 19th and the lingering danger over the course of the 20th and 21st.

PLEASE INCLUDE IN YOUR TOP-LEVEL SUBJECT LINE: Character Name, date, location, and open or closed, to help keep things a bit more organized.

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Comments

[aeturnus]

June 19th. Hospital.
That's me. More or less.

[ He shakes his head, gestures a bit like it's clearing his head. Starting over. Take two. ]

I'm Roman, I've been putting a lot of the pedal to the metal here and keeping things organized.

[ The face looks familiar but right now isn't the time for reunions. As for himself, he looks completely unharmed. In a pair of borrowed jeans and a scrub top because really, better than what he'd had on when all this started at the pool party, but at least he only looks a normal sort of frazzled rather than overwhelmed. ]

How can you help, and what do you need?

[appetitive]

[Magnus doesn't hold it against him, not when there's so much happening all over town and especially in the hospital now that it's being set up as a shelter for the citizens. When Roman finally catches his attention and makes an introduction, Magnus allows himself a moment to breathe.]

Magnus Bane. [Having been at home when the attacks started, Magnus is in an uncharacteristically subdued combination of black jeans and midnight blue silk shirt; it's not entirely battle gear, but he was more of a long-distance fighter.] I can set up barriers, magical wards, around the hospital. Fire is a possibility since the creatures appear to hate it, but that will take more energy to control enough to let late arrivals through to safety.