[IC] "Rabies 2.0" -- Open to new players

[Allison2016]

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"Rabies 2.0"

Open: PM Hostess first!

(I will write the PC name "Allison".)

Monday, 12 March 2024 -- The Situation!

Viral epidemic outbreaks are being reported across the globe.

In our story's town of Springville, population 1 million (including the 'burbs), the first cases were reported just 2 days ago.

By yesterday morning, there were more than 1,000 cases.

Last night, mayhem erupted in Springville.

Imagine

The first horror scene from "World War Z" and also check out the 1st OOC post.

By sunup, the world was a changed place.

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INSTRUCTIONS TO INTRODUCE YOUR CHARACTER

Determine the safety and securing of you current location:

• Using the RPG Dice Roller found here, create a Dice Campaign. (If you do not know how to do this, PM me. I will put instructions here soon in the form of a Hider, too.)
• Roll 1d10+3 to determine your the safety of and your familiarity with your current locale:
  
  • The +3 is to ensure that you have somewhat of a chance to survive the first few days.
  • A roll of 1 would be someplace unfamiliar and unsecure.
  • A roll of 10 (or higher) would be someplace familiar and safe
  • In your IC post, describe the locale you rolled.
  
  
  If your locale allows for others to be present, roll 1d10 for companions. Imagine a roll of 5 being you alone with no immediate threats, a roll of 1 being "scary as fuck", and a roll of 10 being "Whew, I'm safe as can be!" Do not spend an unnecessary amount of time describing the people with you as they may not be with you long.
  
  Finally, if your locale and situation allow for it in your opinion, Roll 1d10 for "personal protection". Are you carrying a firearm or knife or other weapon? Do you have access to a weapon? Again, low roll bad, high roll good, but make adjustments for the two rolls above. Again, I am giving you a great deal of latitude here. End of turn. Compose and post your IC reply NOW.

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OOC Comments for readers and potential players

Obviously, "Allison" is me. Allison is not a major character in the game. She will post here for three reasons. First, to allow me to practice using the Dice Campaign. Second, to add color to the story in an IC format, rather than in the OOC. And third, to OCCASIONALLY interact with other characters as their players need.

I recently bought a cheapo, semi-intelligent smart phone that does not easily do punctuation, so you will see less fancy formatting from here out, unless I am on my relatively genius computer at home. I do like yellow, though. I use it to set things apart, such as dice rolls.

So, let us get this party started...

[Allison2016]

ALLISON LEE (the character, not the GM)

Monday, 12 March 2024

Roll 1d10+3 for locale: 6, or average.

I wake up this beautiful Monday morning in my lover's bed. Unfortunately, I am all alone … frown and low growl at the absence of another warm body between the sheets. It was a wonderful night, though … unexpected and unusual as today is a school day.

Am I really alone though?

Roll 1d10 for other people and a safe feeling of place: 10, perfect score.

I rise, dress, and wander out into the dorm room's common area. Sarah, ONE of my current lovers is here, as are her roommate, Lois, and Lois's boyfriend, Kenneth. They are all standing at the window, which is open, looking out upon the city below their 4th floor apartment. I like Lois and Kenneth. They are very stable people. By stable, I mean not a lot of drama, they can be depended upon when needed, their secure in their lives, and that sort of shit.

I am surprised, though, to also find Carl, Yanni, and Lori here, all huddled close together on the couch before the television. Lori lives here on the women's floor, down the hall and directly across from my room where I room with Paula … Yanni, Lori's boyfriend, lives on the male floor above us … and Carl, a friend and sometimes lover to those of us with an itch, even the other guys, lives on the male floor below us.

"What the hell are all of you doing here?" I ask with a laugh. When I see what looks like a poorly filmed zombie movie on the television, I ask, "And what the hell are you watching at, what is it, six in the morning? Kinda early for brain eating zombies, isn't it?"

That's when they inform me of what's going on outside. It's no movie … it is really happening, right outside our building.

I bounce between the television and the window for the next hour or so, watching the mayhem taking place outside. Below us on the streets and in the park across the way, bodies are strewn about … and other people are EATING them. The apartment is alive with conversation, fear, disgust, concern, more fear.

"Are we in danger here … I mean, up here, in the apartment, on the 4th floor?" someone asks.

My first thought is about the people with me now. If I ever wanted someone to protect me, it would be these people. Each of them has some form of defense training or is good with weapons or is simply physically fit and ready to take on a challenge. But c'm'on … we are talking about rabid animal people … eating other people. This is not something for which I am prepared after Sandra Bullock's SING lesson from Miss Congeniality.

My second thought is of my own personal protection in a hidden drawer in my bedroom down the hallway...

Roll 1d10 for "personal protection": 8, nice.

Even though I am not supposed it in the building, I have a 5 shot .38 Special Ladysmith revolver in my purse in the bedroom. My daddy gave it to me when I moved into the city two years ago, after I got my carry permit. And I know how to use it after growing up with both side arms and long guns. Of course, I wasn't expecting the world to explode in madness during the night, so I only have the 5 rounds in the cylinder and a quite reload in the bottom of my purse.

There is a full box of shells in my own bedroom, less the 10 rounds I have. I grumble to myself, feeling unprepared. But then, last night I only came down here for a glass of wine, not a night of passion followed by a long, delightful cuddle. How could I have known I was going to end up here with the world exploding about me?

"I have to get back to my room," I tell the others, desperately wanting to be in a place where I feel the safest. Thinking about my family, I add, "I … I need to get home … to the farm."

My intention now is to get my purse to have my .38 close, return to my room, get my ammo and some things, get to my car, and get out of the city. End of turn.