Fourth File. [ frontdated to September 18th, after Deadpool's entry. ]

[clarities]

[ Action ]

[ Anyone who's looking for Diana at 913 Bilko Boulevard won't find her there. She's hit the streets, running as far as she can with a butcher knife in her hands. She knows she's not a fighter, but rather a thinker, but she's willing to sacrifice the thinking aspect for her natural instincts. And those very same natural instincts will come in handy. She cuts through a few of them until she reaches 848 Goldberg Street. Through her note taking, she had a sneaking suspicion that this house had something special. So, she runs through the yard and goes over to the shed.

She opens the door to the shed and takes a moment to breathe before walking inside, closing the door behind her. The floor drops about seven feet underground to where she ungracefully falls right on her backside. She makes a little grunting noise and shakes her head before getting up. Okay, she was right. This place does have stuff in it.

She takes note of the rifles, pistols and all of the weapons stored inside of it before finding an area to sit down in. Now was the time to protect those that she actually gives a damn about. ]

[ Phone | Filtered from drones. Filtered to her friends/housemates. ]

I urge those who can hear this to come to the shed on 848 Goldberg Street. You will be protected from the infestation outside, so you needn't worry about that.

Don't go ahead and win the Darwin Award, too. If I'm offering you protection, please take me up on it. If you don't, then please do go ahead and win the Darwin Award.

Thank you.

( OOC: For the action part, if you want your character to join her in the shed/underground bunker, go ahead. As far as the phone's concerned, if your character has gotten along with Diana, then the message is filtered to them! We can always segue into action later.

She'll also probably be in the shed as long as the event's going on, droning or no droning, too. )

Comments

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

There's safety in numbers. You shouldn't stay here alone if you can help it.

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

There's weapons and supplies here. I've sent out a message to those I know here if they want shelter.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Then I'll just remind you of rule number one for surviving this ridiculous B-plot: Check everyone for bite marks. I don't care how much you like them, you understand.

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

Affirmative.

So, then, if I'm to follow your rules - you don't have any bite marks on you, or care for a search, hm?

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

[Susan almost smiles.]

You can search if you'd like, but I'm afraid I can't stay. You're not the only one I need to check on.

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

Then, perhaps I'll let you slide.

[ But, that would be too trusting of her, so she decides to check just to make sure. After all, she doesn't want to be foolish here. ]

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

[Susan dutifully allows Diana to check her exposed skin as well as her clothing for damage. Though if she gets too cheeky, she'll get a thwap with the class-roster-clipboard across the head.]

Satisfied?

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

[ You don't need to worry about that, Susan. Once Diana has done her examination, she nods. ]

Very well, go ahead and check on the rest of your roster.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

I'll be back, depending on how much of the remainder of the class has managed to hold out.

Remember what I said earlier. I'll be a bit peeved if I have to take your soul.

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

Understood, on both terms. [ She's a bit apprehensive at the soul stealing, but alas. She understands completely. ]

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Right. Then good luck, break a leg, hang in there, or rather, don't do any of that nonsense and be sensible.

[And Susan walks through the back wall of the shed.]

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

You needn't worry. I can remain sensible in a time of crisis.