( 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

[ouzel]

[ While Cassian was fine with presuming that Laura could hold her own, Poe and Jyn obvious were not, which means he's already shouldered his rifle by the time Jyn is yelling his name.

Less than the count of two until he fires it, and the monster with his teeth in Laura loses an eye and half his face; it lets go in order to scream at Cassian, which just gives him an ample window to fire again. ]

[volitaunt]

[ Poe backs Jyn, hammering the creatures on either side and behind with cover fire while Jyn goes for Laura after the monster releases the kid. His heart's pounding, worry lacing his veins, but it doesn't show on his face or in the steadiness of his shooting. ]

Grab her and fall back!

[shoplifter]

[Once the creature tumbles back from Cassian's expert short, Laura drags herself to her knees, blood dribbling from her mouth for a moment before Jyn gets to her. If she hefts her up, she'll find the child is surprisingly light — credit it to being small for her age — and is also quite tacky with blood already. The beast had ripped through an artery in her neck, and while the healing process has been ongoing, it doesn't change that Jyn's clothes are going to be in a sorry state after picking the girl up. Way too much blood seeps into the woman's outfit.

Her breathing is labored, but she still snarls over the woman's shoulder one fist raising to draw her claws again. She seems like she's... determined to go right back into battle.]

[realists]

[ laura is as light as the little girl on jedha but this time jyn isn't going to put her down, arms clamping tightly around her, even if she's growling like a wampa. instinctively, her hand lifts to curl against laura's neck, feeling the warm, sticky blood coating her fingers like some kind of macabre waterfall. ]

Hush, we're going inside. [ the girl's light weight does little so slow jyn down as she sprints back toward poe and cassian and toward the hospital, trusting them to keep her covered because that's pretty much what cassian does. ]