but dogs can look up

[dr_conscience]

When; The afternoon into the evening of January 2nd... spanning sundown >:]
Rating; Rated G for Ghouls. Wait no. Let's say PG-13, maybe even R.
Characters; Anyone. EVERYONE. Get up in here!
Summary; A normal evening at one of the City's bars turns into Shaun of the Dead a ghoul attack.
Log;

[ While many of the City's denizens may have been growing gradually more anxious since the new year struck, a certain ominous paranoia closing in around them, life does not stop or even slow down for nerves. And without any tangible evidence of something amiss, it's easy for those who have been more actively occupied to bury themselves, all but missing the early warning signs of whatever may be closing in.

And so it is that one may find oneself out this evening, in the last hours of dusk before darkness falls over the City, unwinding over an after-work drink or grabbing an easy dinner. Of course, if one were to linger too long... | ]


[ Momentarily posting time divided threads, to indicate before and after sundown. Feel free to mingle before dark, or have your characters' ghoulish guests arrive after the sun goes down... ]

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[dr_conscience]

[That he just frowns at.]

I really wish you'd ditch me.

[But he sighs. They don't have time to press the issue.]

All right... if you're sure.

[And he tightens his grasp on the pool cue. Yeah. This is gonna go well.]

[anunluckypenny]

Well... too bad.

[That wasn't the wittiest rejoinder. She needs to work on those at a time that isn't now. Now is a time for doing... whatever it is she's doing.

Which is taking off one of her shoes and hobbling to the thing's other side. It's focus is still on Wilson.]

Hey!

[And this spectacular phase of the plan culminates in Penny throwing her shoe at the monster's head (her aim is pretty good). The other shoe is coming off just in case she has to, like, bludgeon the thing with her heel or something.]

[dr_conscience]

[ While the ghoul stays focused on Wilson rather intently, it does react to the shoe being thrown at it. It lets out a sound not entirely unlike a his as it heads toward Penny.

Which Wilson is not very happy about, even if it was the plan he was sort of forced into reluctantly accepting. His part is of the utmost importance; he lifts the pool cue and slams it down, hard, on the ghoul's head - even though he cringes visibly while he does so.

Now, though, the ghoul continues to advance on Penny... so he repeats the bludgeoning. ]

[anunluckypenny]

[At least it works.

Unfortunately, it works and that is a hissing zombie coming at her. Wilson's initial hit with the pool cue doesn't do nearly as much to faze it as she might have hoped (and poor Wilson--that can't be easy for him). Penny holds her second shoe up defensively.]

Wilson...?

[dr_conscience]

I'm trying--

[Shit shit shit.

This is not going well, and that zombie is closing in. Watch out, Penny, it's making a grab for you - which inspires a mighty rush out of Wilson, connecting a particularly hard hit as he closes in to grab it by hand if need be.]

[anunluckypenny]

[Penny does what is, all things considered, one of the least sensible things when the creature grabs her: she hits it with her shoe. The shoe is a fairly formidable weapon--the heel actually did some damage--but it does nothing to keep the thing from clutching her arm and biting into it.]

[dr_conscience]

Penny!

[This is now full panic mode. After a particularly strong blow to the ghoul's head with the cue, it's finally slightly disoriented. Too late, Wilson grabs it from behind, pulling him off of Penny and throwing him off to a side, where he connects with a wall.

Distressed for a multitude of reasons, Wilson hasn't caught his breath - which is gasping by this point - before he moves to help Penny.]

[anunluckypenny]

[Penny is far more surprised than anything else. The bite isn't that bad, superficially, as humans aren't designed to inflict much in the way of damage via biting.]

It's okay. [Of the two of them, she may be the calmer. Then again, it isn't her brother who's shambling about biting people.] James, it's not bad, really. Breathe, alright?

[dr_conscience]

I am breathing.

[Just... a bit too quickly. But he does nod, focusing on slowing it down. Still watching Danny where he fell, he gets over to her.]

Let me see. Did it break the skin?

[anunluckypenny]

That's something.

[She'll keep an eye on Wilson's bitey brother, too, just in case. In the meantime, she will let James fuss because that makes him feel better.]

It did, but it's really not deep or anything. See? Just a flesh wound.

[dr_conscience]

I'm a little more concerned about what he may have been carrying.

[Examining the bite, even as he spares another glance over his shoulder to Danny.]

Would you be okay with going to the hospital, so we can take a look at it? It's probably a good deal safer there, too...

[anunluckypenny]

[She looks from the bite to Danny and back again. He looks like he's carrying something.

Ew.]

Yeah, that'd be--I mean, now that you mention carrying things... yes. That sounds like a great place to be.

[dr_conscience]

[He nods. Another glance to Danny.]

Yeah... hang on. I'll find House, he had his bike with him.

[Not that he wanders far, standing to scan the chaotic remnants of the crowds in the bar.]