( 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.

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

[modality]

[ He recognizes her voice, but he's disoriented enough that he hasn't looked up once — through the heroic rescue, the slick sound of the knife sinking in, the kick that sends the monster to the ground in a heap. David's still leaning over, and he lifts a hand in her direction as if telling her to wait.

Not for long. He gives himself two more seconds to bear out the pain, and when he finally straightens up he can feel the uncomfortable sensation of blood crawling over skin. He swipes a hand under his nose, giving the streak of red on the back of his hand a betrayed look. ]

No, I'm not all— [ He stops, glancing past Dutch to the old woman. She's in pieces, so it'd probably be redundant to check for a pulse. He ignores the impulse to lean over again (this time for puking), brow furrowed as his eyes skip back to Dutch. ] What is that thing?

[avicula]

[ he doesn't look good at all, and the blood on the back of his hand doesn't change that impression one bit. if anything, it only makes her stomach clench with anger. her memories of sleeping with david are probably not real, but she still remembers it and right now, she feels protective.

perhaps that's unwarranted. perhaps that's weakness. (khlyen would say that it is, but dutch doesn't have to listen to him anymore.) ]

Not a clue, but I'm going to go with "monster".