( 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.

If you have any questions regarding this event, feel free to ask them here!

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Makie | 19th-22nd | Streets/Hospital | OTA

[therewerefifty]

(i) Tuberculosis sucks

[Makie did not attend the pool party. A TB sufferer anywhere near a pool? She's too responsible for that. (And too tired, besides.) But she is outside, though, sitting on her front step and enjoying the sunlight, cup of tea in hand, when the birds go quiet.

...because that's always a good sign.

She isn't expecting the scream from above, though, and her head snaps up in startlement just as the misshapen thing drops down toward her, and her teacup shatters under its weight as it hits the stoop where she'd been a second ago. The first time, the first since she got enough of her memories back, that she sorely misses the familiar weight of haru-no-okina in her hands, because then the fight would be extremely short. She kicks the small foldout table she has at the monster as it tries again, collects the solitary chair and smashes it hard as she can against its face, and it barely slows.

Nets her a broken chair, though. Good enough. She yanks hard until the second leg comes off in her hand and kicks the rest of it away, defending against the monster's swipes, the battle drawn out far beyond her liking as she finally ducks under its guard and drives the jagged wood up into its throat. And even then it takes two strikes before it falls, and she's breathing too hard, too tight, that she knows having to fight too many of these isn't exactly going to prolong her life.

But there are others, and they're attacking people on the street, so Makie goes back inside long enough to catch her breath, sharpen her chair legs into proper points, and head back out to see what she can do to help. She'll do what she can, save the lives of her neighbours, but her breath flags and her weapons just aren't efficient enough to deal with this enemy, and eventually there comes a point where her luck and breath finally run out and she ends up coughing violently on her knees in the street, wide open to attack.

A little help would be great. A healer would be fantastic.]


(ii) Oh so THAT'S where it was

[Conversely, you can run into Makie after she's discovered that her three-section pike is being held at the sheriff's office and gone to get it. She's still pale and probably shouldn't be out here, but haru-no-okina is a blade with a lot of deadly momentum behind it and, with it, these things fall just as fast as those she's fought in the past.

In the name of conserving her strength, she's purely looking for townsfolk who need assistance and helping them as surgically as possible, taking what time she can between to recover her strength. She doesn't know most of these people and, if she were honest, she probably never will. But it's the right thing to do, you know?

If you need a rescue, she's more than happy to weigh in.]

(iii) The hospital

[She'll fetch up here after the 19th when the call goes out, both to seek medical help and to help defend it if it's needed. But there are a lot of efficient fighters in this town, so you're most likely to find her occupying a small and unassuming space somewhere, weapon folded neatly next to her, and Makie watching the room looking like she's half asleep.]