Creepers

[travelagency]

Who: Misc.
What: The creepers make their first public appearances.
When: After Dorian's post.
Where: Locations listed in starters.
Notes & Warnings: Relating to Creepers

Starters will be below. These are plot relevant. Mod-played NPCs might come in for some threads and players can assume their involvement throughout this. With Dorian's post, Jeffers will send an Emergency Broadcast on the public network telling everyone in the village to stay within the fence, but as usual with any broadcast in any universe not everyone listens.

Comments

[timesbureaucrat]

"I have everything I need."

A weapon. Pill-like food. All the scanners he could muster. And not much else. Narvin isn't very experienced with the outdoors.

[usfuzzies]

"Then after you, and let's hope we don't need your ability to sense the local... uncategorized life. Hopefully, there was just a disruption in the team's comms."

[timesbureaucrat]

"If it comes up, you'll have to deal with it yourself, because I'll be running the other way. Whether I want to be or not."

He'd probably run the other way anyway, but he rather resents barely having a choice in the matter. At some point he might learn to grit his teeth through it and be able to stay when one of those things was near, but right now it was like trying to deliberately keep his hand held in a fire without drawing away.

[usfuzzies]

"Hell, so will I be. These things go off like little cataclysmite charges. I don't want to be anywhere near them. They're to be dealt with from a distance," Ben says, with a frown and a curt headshake. "Preferably with a high powered rifle... well, maybe we better had leave the ones be that aren't too close to the settlement. As long as it's safe to; the planet's ecosystem will survive another day if I have to shoot one that makes a run at us."

A scamper, more than a run; they have an uncanny, silent way of moving, repellant even on video. Fascinating. The way they degrade into the soil, have to remember to take some soil samples. Try to get any sense as to whether they're even animals. Isn't there a slug back on terra, one of the ocean-dwellers, that can adapt plant genetics into itself-?

He catches himself woolgathering and strictly gets his mind back on the job. Absentminded with a rifle is a good way to get yourself killed.

He chambers a round into said rifle, and cues the transporter.