pineslog | ( june event ) who's that pokemon?

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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[ He hears the scream, dimly, filtered through the stabbing pain that chases after the use of his powers. David's still folded over with his eyes screwed shut when the ice manifests. The blue light registers, and the sudden brisk cold — then the sound of the monster slamming into the ice, loud over the crinkling sound of ice as it forms.

He looks up when the monster bodyslams the wall, taking a quick and startled step back. Fear quickly transitions into confusion when he realizes what happened, and for a second he's expecting to see a middle-aged man with a killer beard and a cream suit on.

That is not what he sees. What he sees is Elsa, hands still held out, eyes fixed on the wall of ice in open shock. After a small delay, interrupted only by the sound of another charge from the monster: ]

Nice wall.

[ oh, this is better than a bearded man who makes a career out of reverse breaking and entering.

she stares at the wall, unflinching as the monster continues to throw itself at it. these things learn quickly and she knows that they don't have much time to gather themselves. ] Thank you. [ oh, elsa, always so polite even in times of danger.

she holds a hand out to him, her fingertips lightly frosted but otherwise safe to touch. ]

Are you alright?

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