( 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.

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

Comments

[appetitive]

It took Magnus some time to register what Alec meant but needing more time, and when the realization hit, it made his chest ache. "You need to save all of your strength for yourself," he murmured, brushing the hair from Alec's forehead and giving him a careful inspection for any obvious damage. He was dirty thanks to the siege-like conditions inside of the hospital, and the exhaustion was clear in the circle under his eyes. But he was safe, and he didn't seem to be suffering from any major injuries.

Settling back down, he peppered soft kisses over the parts of Alec's face and neck that he could reach without moving. "It seems to be over," he told him, eyes fixed on their joined fingers and the fading black on the back of his own hand. In the heat of battle, he hadn't had time to give much thought to the alliance rune that Alec had been so comfortable with. It was something to discuss later, when they were at home in bed and sleeping for the next few days.

[angelic_archer]

Letting out a sigh, he wrapped an arm around Magnus, trying not to think of how much effort it took. He hadn't been this tired since after they fought Sebastian, but at least everyone he cared about was safe. Sensing Magnus' scrutiny, Alec opened his eyes and gave him a weary smile. "I'm okay. Nothing runes couldn't fix. I was careful." He'd known that there'd be no relying on his husband if he needed to be healed or any of the other magic users or doctors that were at the hospital. There were too many injured for Alec to become another person for them to try to treat.

Humming softly at the kisses, he lifted their joined hands so he could brush his lips across the Alliance rune. "I thought so but I wasn't sure if I dreamed it or not." Now that he knew for sure, he could finally relax and not worry about finding a way to help Magnus power the wards without either one of them giving too much of themselves. "You're safe. Izzy's safe." Looking around them, he felt a pang of loss that was somehow worse than during the wars. "When we go out there, it's going to be worse than Alicante."

[appetitive]

Magnus protested at first if only because he didn't want to support Alec moving at all when he was so obviously drained of all energy. But it felt so good to be in his arms, and he wrapped his own around Alec's waist to help hold him up and also out of a need to feel his chest rising with each breath. "Thank you," he said softly, maybe oddly, but he was thankful that Alec had been able to stay out of major danger even as he was facing the creatures head on.

Shivering slightly at the brush of lips, the skin sensitive beneath his half of the rune, he pulled Alec's hand close so he could echo the kiss against the deeper black half of the mark. "We're all safe," he confirmed, eyes closed as he leaned his head against Alec's. His brow furrowed as he mentioned Alicante, though, and he opened his eyes again to look at Alec. "It'll be alright," he reassured him rather than asking what was probably the result of a sleep-deprived mind. "We can rebuild anything that's damaged. And your safety is more important than whatever is out there."