( june event ) who's that pokemon?

[officialnotice]

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.

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none of the above?? lmk if this is okay

[paragon]

[ True to his word, Steve heads her way after a slight detour to grab the shield (and pants) from the house. Esta es mi casa. It's not home, but he doesn't think he'll ever really have that again, not tied to one place. He hasn't tried to find it here. What he has — what he's tried to grasp and hold onto since the ice — are Bucky, Natasha, Sam. His friends, a reason to keep fighting. And if that helps him remember something he's otherwise lost for good, well, who would blame him? He certainly won't blame her.

It's not as soon as he would've liked, though, and at least in the few seconds it takes to run up the walkway and take the stairs leading to the porch in one stride to knock on the door, everything seems quiet. He knows that doesn't mean much with these guys. They're fast and stealthy and could easily be on him in the next moment. ]

Laura, it's Mr. Rogers! I'm comin' in.

[ Fair warning before he lifts the shield still strapped to his forearm and jams it against the lock to break it. Before his arm is even back to his side he knows he had it right, the tiny hairs prickling along the back of his neck, and he looks over his shoulder even as he pushes through the door bodily. He does it just in time to kick it back in the face of the creature, splintering the wood against its body and ripping the top hinges from the frame. Just as quickly, Steve opens it again and slams the edge of the shield into its throat. It doesn't go down from the single blow, but it staggers and tries to scream through its broken windpipe as Steve backs up, ready to throw this time. ]

totes cool

[shoplifter]

[Laura dashes in just in time to see the door get thrashed around, and Steve battling with that shield of his. A thrill of anger burns through her at the sight, because that's their front door, and it getting damaged just adds fuel to her short-tempered fire.

Before Steve can appropriately react to the beast and its broken windpipe, she's speeding past the man, toward the creature, her speed impressive for her age. The claws come out and she's impaling the beasts in the throat, ripping upward through the flesh. Usually it's like a knife through butter, but she doesn't mind the challenge the beast's skin makes, because she's already pissed. If the sharp, rabid scream she makes isn't proof enough.

Try not to accidentally lob your shield at her.

It would hurt, mkay.]