( 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.

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Comments

[realists]

I wasn't going to leave it behind. [ she wasn't going to leave elsa behind, either, so she's glad that she stands and takes her hand. jyn wouldn't have hesitated in just picking her up and throwing her over poe's shoulder, but this is better. ]

There's a set up, sort of, at the hospital. You can get checked out there.

[dendrites]

[ thankfully she is willing to take shelter because being tossed over someone's shoulder in a skirt would be very, very unbecoming. she doesn't care if this is the 90s, okay, it's just indecent. ]

I've got some cuts, [ she murmurs feebly, slowly removing her hand from jyn's because it's cold and she doesn't want to discuss this or her display at the moment. ]

Are you alright?

[realists]

I'm fine. [ her hand gestures dismissively, any of her injuries are superficial at worst and jyn's pain tolerance is kind of nuts. besides, she's already dead. what is the worst that can happen? ]

Can you keep the rabbit with you once we get there?

[dendrites]

Please be safe.

[ the worst that can happen? famous last words ( for the second time ). but let's not get ahead of ourselves here.

elsa rights herself and holds her hands out for the bunny, no longer teetering. her feet are firmly planted on the ground.
the ice has begun to slowly melt away and her hands no longer hold snow within them. she can do this, at least as far as the hospital. ]

I'll take him.

[realists]

[ jyn fetches the bunny and hands it over to elsa, scritching between it's ears fondly before she lets go. ]

I'll be safe. [ she shouldn't say that, jyn knows better than most people that that isn't a promise anyone can make in the middle of war and while this isn't a war, not like the one back home, it is definitely a battle. the last battle she... didn't survive.

maybe this one will be better. ]