[Phone]

[Look. Margot is really bad with existential crises. They're all still here and that's all that matters to her.

She places this phone call not long after getting to stew on the one Mrs. Johnson put out. There is a layer of barely contained anger and annoyance hidden in the neat, clipped tone she's trying to keep.]

So what if we're copies of ourselves? Take comfort in the fact that your original self -- your real self -- is safely at home, doing what you've been doing all along.

And if this illusion is to be our reality now, if there really is no way back for us, then there's no fucking way I'm going to continue to be a plaything -- an experiment -- for the time we have left here. This is home, this is ours, and fuck Zemekis and fuck this Mrs. Johnson who thinks she can toy with us now.

So snap the fuck out of it and don't make everything you've gone through already be in vain. Fight. Keep fighting and never give up.

[This is all, of course, easier said than done, but Margot feels better now that she's voiced her thoughts. She's at home. She really is. The reality back there may be pretty bad too, but she's still there and nothing can change that.

The torment, the dying... Knowing that softens the blow.]

[Action]

[And since that message was so freaking ominous, Margot will be out to check up on her people and can be found all around the town. If she knows you, expect her at your door.]

((ooc: Either voice/action can be set before or during the event! Whichever you would prefer, I do not mind either way as Margot will not be a murder machine during it. Other murder machines welcome for hideous shenanigans. <3))

[A: Phone]

[The laughter on the phone is a desperate sounding noise, the kind of laugh that someone has when hope has been crushed so completely all they can do is laugh at themselves and how stupid they were to think that escape was possible.]

So that's it, then. We're all just a copied file in someone else's game simulator. It's funny, almost ironic in some ways, but that's it then. There's no way out, we'll die here, and that's...

[The laughter almost sounds like Mika's crying, but she isn't. Not yet.]

Captain Rogers, looks like I can't go back with you after all. Thanks for the offer, it...it really meant a lot to me that you asked at all.

I'm sorry.

[She's choking up, there's so much she wanted to say, so many people she had something important to tell, but she's struggling just to hold the phone to her ear.]

I'm so sorry everyone. I can't--I can't hold her off anymore. I'm so, so sorry.




Run.

[B. 339 Brady Lane]

[Mika's struggling to stop it, but she's not strong enough to stop the way her body's been reprogrammed without her consent. Her lead pipe's in her hand, and a sheathed carving knife is tucked into her belt. She hunts down scents faster than a bloodhound, but the look on her face is nothing short of terrified.]

Quinn, Raz, GET OUT OF THE HOUSE. RUN! Oh my God I'm so sorry, I'm so, so sorry! Please, run!

[C. The Streets]

[She's walking down the center of the street, her pipe held in an unwavering grip even though her teeth are clenched and her tears have left filthy smudges on her cheeks. Her clothes are already stained, either from the blood of other captives or from drones, or even herself.

But Mika is hunting and she won't be allowed to stop until everyone else is dead. Or Johnson gets bored of her latest experiment.]

{ Action - Starting at 1247 Williams road, continuing down the row of houses }

[He always slept with his rifle nearby and fully loaded. Such preparedness backfires for once, and Germany is confused as he gets up from his bed, takes the gun, and proceeds to walk about his own house. His body is not his own. It is...what is it? What does it want? ]

...Stop...

Zidane-- ZIDANE!! CROWE, ALL OF YOU, SOMETHING'S CONTROLLING ME--

[He proceeds to keep yelling, keep trying to alert whoever is nearby. What does it want? He goes to the garage, finds a crowbar...finds instruments for lock-picking...finds things that would make breaking and entering quick and easy.] ...!! EVERYONE!!

EVERYONE RUN, GET AWAY FROM ME!!

[He can speak, at least he can speak. At least he has this loud, booming voice of his, at least. He continues to broadcast every move he makes outloud as he walks, trying to warn everyone within earshot no matter where he goes. He'll shout and shout until his throat runs dry, if that's what it takes... His eyes look where he wishes not to look, but his face is stuck, wide-eyed. Pure terror.

He does not stutter.]

I'm being controlled by Mayfield, and I am armed with a rifle and blade! Hide and run for your life! ...I'm being controlled by Mayfield, and I am armed with a rifle and blade! Hide and run for your life! ...I'm being controlled by Mayfield, and I am armed with a rifle and blade! Hide and run for your life...

(( OOC: Germany is extremely dangerous. He's superhumanly strong and semi-immortal, thanks to being a nation, as well as masterfully skilled at combat. I'd appreciate it if you linked to your permissions comment from the sign-up post (Germany's is here), or otherwise just mentioned permissions in OOC comments. Avoiding death when meeting Germany will require either taking him out, or hiding really, really well if he sees you, so please keep track of other peoples' threads to see if he's already been taken out. By taken out, I mean by whatever means necessary; he may be killed.))

1. Around Town - Anywhere

[Date had immediately evacuated the house as soon as he heard what was going on on the radio. He had taken his cycle as far into town as possible before Johnson's control had taken over. Immediately strapping on the Birth Buckle, he sighed as he flipped a coin.]

Henshin.

[In a flurry of spheres Kamen Rider Birth stood there as he methodically armed the weapons that he had, locking a plethora of cell medals into his weapon before cracking several more and tossing them out, summoning Trash Yummy.] Crazy lady's going all out, [he mused as he started hunting for people to kill. At the top of his lungs he proclaimed,] RUNAWAY KAMEN RIDER!

2. Hajime's House - After Prompt 1

[Date knocked on the door politely seconds before he kicked it in.]

HAJIME! You'd better get transformed quick, cause Johnson's got me and I'm here to kill you! Just fyi!

[Phone]

[It sounds like the person on the other side of the phone is in a bit of a hurry. Like he's figured something out.]

This... all of this... this has been Mrs. Johnson's work from the beginning. It all makes sense now! Listen, this is still a theory, but I think I understand what's going on now!

( Read more... )

[Action]

[The entire town's gone mad, everyone's trying to kill everyone else. So far, Eggman hasn't been affected, but he's refusing to hide. Riding on his Egg Walker and flanked by his various Egg Pawns, Egg Robos and the Mecha Sonic, he's ready to meet anyone head on.]

So, it's come down to this... I'll show you what real terror is!

[Action - 1334 Benny Road - Locked to Hayate]

No... no, stop! Please, no, I don't want to!

[Despite the desperate fighting, Sasami's body is tramping across the floor, her hands gripping onto her staves as she searches the house for something to kill... why? Why a KID?!]

H-Hayate! Hayate, run! PLEASE!

[Action - On the streets, after the first prompt]

[Sasami's done something horrible. The tears streaking down her horrified pink eyes has shown that. Mrs. Johnson's made her do something that she'll never forgive herself for doing... and her body wants her to do MORE of it.]

Please... please run! Please, I beg you! I don't want to do this! I'm so sorry!

[Firo doesn't like believing anything Mayfield says, but when he hears the information some of the others got from Zemekis, he has trouble not believing it. Everyone else seems to accept it as truth, and from what little he can understand in all the talk about copies and simulations, the gaping glitch holes and the way Mayfield could really mess with their heads seems to back it up.

And he finds knowing he's just a copy oddly comforting. If there's a "real" him back home, then that means Ennis will stay alive no matter what happens to him in Mayfield and that business with his Family keep running as normal. Of course, that also means he's basically superfluous.

He doesn't know what he'll do now, since it seems his survival suddenly isn't as big of a priority as it once was and whatever he does probably won't mean anything. He's ready to postpone answering that question until he can fully grasp what's been going on these past months, but it suddenly doesn't matter.

Because now someone else is deciding for him.

Controlled by Mrs. Johnson, Firo's out roaming the Mayfield streets, knife in hand and ready to kill. It's one of his worst nightmares; as much as he struggles to regain control, he just can't. He thought it would come from Szilard's memories, but who's doing it doesn't matter--what matters is what they'll make him do. If he sees anyone he'll call out a warning to them:]

Don't come near me! I can't stop-!