thespherelogs | Crack in the Walls: Dorm 3

Who: Anyone either involved in the Dorm 3 Quest or for those wanting to shelter in Dorm 3. You can shelter there without being involved in the questing.
What: Dorm 3 as an Emergency Shelter/trying to get things turned back on.
Where: Dorm 3 and the tunnels below.
When: June 13-onward.
Notes: For the first three days feel free to make normal just being locked in a shelter things. The actual questing stuff will happen in closed threads.
Warnings: Sirens, blood, gore, creepy monster elements.

The alarms have sounded and people have begun to move. Everyone knows about getting to the closest shelter. For the most part, this is an orderly move, but there is some panicking. The council and various npcs are out shouting for people to get a move on. Water is coming in rapidly. When the alarm first sounds it’s up to people’s ankles, and then when the final alarm rings and the doors start to close, it’s up to the average person’s knees. Once the outer door is sealed, there’s feedback and communication is off.

John has never liked Dorm 3, it always gives her the willies, which when you’re a ghost, is something that really shouldn’t happen. But she was bringing supplies to Dorm 3 when the alarm goes out, and being as she’s a doctor, she’s just going to be over here taking charge if you don’t mind. Getting people into the large gym-like area, John does her best to remind people to set up food and sleeping supplies, but let’s be honest, she’s a ghost and she doesn’t always think of food and sleeping and fun.

Besides, there’s the giggling and the feeling watched that’s present from even when the first siren went off and before it. It continues in the night, and the power flickers here more often than the rest does.

Threaded | Flat

In the middle of the night, on the third day, John rounds people up, waking them with a cold touch. “The Sphere needs you,” she whispers, “we need you.” Leading them in the middle of the night by flashlight to the door the door to the basement, she just whispers softly. “You need to go down and find the access door into the tunnels, and then you need to find the paneling to turn it on. What ever is down here? It’s not ghosts so be careful.” Handing them each their packs, John frowns quickly. “Seriously, be safe.”

[CONTENT WARNING Prompt 1 has swearing and implications of people and children being trampled. Prompt 2 has needles.]

Day 1 [The Alarms]

Enis was sitting in bed with her back against the wall and her eyes closed. She wasn't sleeping. She didn't need to sleep. Her internal mechanical systems were constantly keeping her alive and awake. But she liked to close her eyes and pretend that she was asleep. She missed dreaming.

Her eyes opened less than a second after the first alarm began. This was the moment they'd be waiting for.

She grabbed the black backpack she had sitting at the end of the bed and slipped it over her shoulder. They had mentioned stocking the bunkers with food and medical supplies but Enis needed something more than that to survive. By her estimation, she had a months worth collected in her backpack. Hopefully she wouldn't need more.

The distance between Dorm 1 and Dorm 3 was a short one but there were people stumbling through the water, tripping over each other and themselves. If she was smart she'd leave them. Sadly, she wasn't that smart. Enis helped people in the last legs towards the 3rd Dorm. She focused on keeping people from trampling each other, watching out for children and having them continue into the Dorm so that they don't block the entrance for those still trying to escape.

"Don't just stand there get inside and fill in the room! Help those who are wounded and my god don't step on that child you jackass!"

Day 2 [Morning/Noon/Night]

Enis spent a great deal of time silently addressing those who had been wounded. She followed John's direction and checked on those who had been tended to the day before. The only time Enis spoke or smile was when she was attending to a child who looked as if they were on the verge of tears.

At any other moment, Enis was sitting out of the way with her eyes closed and her backpack sitting to her left. She felt the itch under her skin telling her that it was almost time for an injection but it was a private affair and one that she didn't want to do with so many people in the same room as her.

It wasn't until it was past the middle of the night that she slipped a hand into her backpack and pulled out a bottle with a murky blue liquid and a syringe. Enis pulled her thigh to her chest and found the spot without having to remove her jeans. It sucked doing this through clothing but she didn't have much of a choice. She took a deep breath and plunged the needle into her thigh, injecting the mixture.

Closed to the fix it team: collecting the players:

Enis [Open to those in Dorm 3]