( 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

[allfornothing]

[ Crowe nods, then squeezes Raven's shoulder. ] Yeah, we should.

Nyx's house. Should be stuff to patch ourselves up there, and we can use the bike fuel for the fire. I can fill her up later. [ IF we survive. ] Diagonally across the block. We can make it that far.

[ It's a small block. Only four houses, two by two. They can make it. ]

[regulatingpressure]

Hell yeah we can, ❰ she agrees, because now that she's getting her bearings, her dignity's kicking in and she may or may not want to seem as 'fine' as she possibly can to divert the brunt of the concern.

and now that they're both back on their feet, her eyes zero in on crowe's bleeding bite-wound. ❱

Your leg, ❰ she says, trying to think back and recall how well crowe was walking when she found her. assessing whether or not she should be ducking in to wrap an arm around crowe's waist right now to help haul her to their destination — because raven herself needing help isn't even a thought that crosses her mind. ❱

[allfornothing]

[ Crowe's worried half-smirk fades a bit with the not-question, and she shrugs. ]

I can run when I have to, so it's good enough. Guess our visitors are hungry.

First aid kit at that house. [ Just a bit softer, even if her eyes don't stay on Raven too long, circling the perimeter. ] We can look at it better than that there.