i. i'm a rebel just for kicks now [into the woods]
[The message leaves a feeling dark and heavy as a stone in her stomach, but Diana doesn't consider staying behind for one moment. At least her options aren't so limited as before; when she leaves the safehouse for the coordinates, she has the lasso at her hip and a determined set to her jaw. Whatever danger the new displaced face, they won't face it alone.
When they reach the station, she wastes no time ripping the boards away and stepping on to the train. She wonders, idly, if it will somehow work despite the EMP, and her unasked question is answered once it shudders to life. She's quiet on the train ride, but won't turn away anyone who decides to find a seat beside her, offering a few quiet words of encouragement. None of them have any idea what they're getting into, and she catalogs the faces of those on the train so she can make sure they all make it back from--wherever they're going.
The moment she sees the building and hears the howls and screeches coming from inside, her stomach drops. A split-second later, she's running for the doors, nearly ripping one off its hinges as she rushes through it.]
>>a. the second floor [tw monster killing eventually]
[Once she'd assured herself the first floor was cleared (for now), Diana had begun to ascend the stairs. The second floor had seemed quiet, and she'd already seen a few new faces--once she sees the bunks, she assumes this is where the new displaced were left. But there are a lot of rooms to check, and there's no way to tell if everyone has woken up without checking all of them.
The first few are uneventful, the rooms empty. Though she should feel relieved, she can't ignore the way the back of her neck prickles every time she hears something skittering in the distance.
Then, suddenly, the skittering is a lot closer.
She freezes where she is, halfway across the threshold of a room she thinks is empty. Diana forces her breathing to steady, straining her ears for any noise--but there's nothing. Her muscles relax a fraction.
The mutant snake bursts through the vent across the room, its tiny malformed legs giving it enough momentum to push her out into the hallway when it hits her. Without her Amazonian reflexes, she'd have been dead; instead, she's caught its jaw, wedging her fingers between its rows of teeth to keep its maw from enveloping her head. But she can feel it beginning to coil around one of her legs, trying to get her on the ground and vulnerable, and knows she has to think fast.]
>>b. the third/fourth/fifth floor [tw monster killing eventually]
[After her ordeal with the snake creature, Diana sets herself to the task of searching every floor of the building. There are more of those... things crawling around, and she can't assume that the new displaced wouldn't go wandering off in their drugged hazes, making them easy prey. If she can find any of them and get them to the bottom floor, she will.
She turns a corner, and sees what she thinks is a person--and raises a hand in greeting as she quickens her pace.
The person doesn't wave back, but it starts running towards her.
She sees a tail, the glint of scales. Its eyes shine like burnished gold when it passes beneath one of the flickering lights. But she also sees the way it stands, spots the vague shape of a face, and cannot ignore that it looks human. That's enough for her.
Instead of running or fighting, Diana raises her hands, palms outward.]
Stop! Let me help you!
ii. i been feelin it since 1966 now [the wait]
[In their current condition, the chances of all of the displaced make it through the wilderness back to the city unscathed are... slim. She isn't in the best of shape either, having suffered a gash from one of the monsters on her arm; not life-threatening, but it hurts and blood has hardly stopped seeping through the gauze she'd scavenged from the building to bind the wound. There had been some talk about walking back, but Diana knows how long the train ride was, and without adequate supplies and shelter, it will not be a pleasant or easy return trip.
Besides, she wouldn't be surprised if more of the creatures that were in the building have made it outside by now. They'll be more vulnerable walking through the unknown terrain than staying where they are. Either help will come, or it won't. She tells herself that if after a day, nobody has come, she'll be open to discussion about walking back. But for now, she's going to settle in for the wait.
And by settle in, of course, she means to set up camp. She may be a princess, but she was also a member of Antiope's legion. The general would never suffer any of her soldiers to be unaccustomed to living off the land, royalty or otherwise.
First and foremost, she makes to start a fire; it's warm enough to sleep outside without the extra heat, but it's dark and she doesn't like their odds of making it through the night without having to fend off something. If the monsters are lurking around the perimeter of the building, she wants to be able to see them coming. Luckily there's plenty of wood and tinder to work with, and soon enough she's rubbing two sticks together, trying to coax a few embers to catch.
A little bit of scouting shows no signs of small woodland life, and instead she begins foraging for edible plants on the outskirts of where they've established their makeshift camp. She'd prefer rabbits or even squirrels, but with what's currently living inside that building, she wouldn't trust any creature she found so close to it. Once she's gathered what she can into the makeshift basket of her shirt, she lays it all out on a clean blanket someone has found. It isn't much--they can't live off burdock and chicory forever--but it'll be enough to take the edge off their hunger for now. She makes a few more trips, and by the time she's satisfied with their stores, she finally takes a seat by the fire, unable to keep exhaustion and the occasional grimace of pain from her face.]
iii. might've had your fill, but you feel it still [wildcard]
[ooc; as always, i'm always down for wildcard prompts! diana is still living in the safehouse, so any interactions there are welcome. she is also throwing herself into relief efforts across new amsterdam, and can be found making repairs, hauling debris (discreetly), handing out supplies, etc. diana's power is inspiration manipulation, so if anyone needs a pep talk, hit me up. please feel free to ping me on plurk at watchet if you'd like to do something specific!]
diana prince | dceu | ota
[The message leaves a feeling dark and heavy as a stone in her stomach, but Diana doesn't consider staying behind for one moment. At least her options aren't so limited as before; when she leaves the safehouse for the coordinates, she has the lasso at her hip and a determined set to her jaw. Whatever danger the new displaced face, they won't face it alone.
When they reach the station, she wastes no time ripping the boards away and stepping on to the train. She wonders, idly, if it will somehow work despite the EMP, and her unasked question is answered once it shudders to life. She's quiet on the train ride, but won't turn away anyone who decides to find a seat beside her, offering a few quiet words of encouragement. None of them have any idea what they're getting into, and she catalogs the faces of those on the train so she can make sure they all make it back from--wherever they're going.
The moment she sees the building and hears the howls and screeches coming from inside, her stomach drops. A split-second later, she's running for the doors, nearly ripping one off its hinges as she rushes through it.]
>>a. the second floor [tw monster killing eventually]
[Once she'd assured herself the first floor was cleared (for now), Diana had begun to ascend the stairs. The second floor had seemed quiet, and she'd already seen a few new faces--once she sees the bunks, she assumes this is where the new displaced were left. But there are a lot of rooms to check, and there's no way to tell if everyone has woken up without checking all of them.
The first few are uneventful, the rooms empty. Though she should feel relieved, she can't ignore the way the back of her neck prickles every time she hears something skittering in the distance.
Then, suddenly, the skittering is a lot closer.
She freezes where she is, halfway across the threshold of a room she thinks is empty. Diana forces her breathing to steady, straining her ears for any noise--but there's nothing. Her muscles relax a fraction.
The mutant snake bursts through the vent across the room, its tiny malformed legs giving it enough momentum to push her out into the hallway when it hits her. Without her Amazonian reflexes, she'd have been dead; instead, she's caught its jaw, wedging her fingers between its rows of teeth to keep its maw from enveloping her head. But she can feel it beginning to coil around one of her legs, trying to get her on the ground and vulnerable, and knows she has to think fast.]
>>b. the third/fourth/fifth floor [tw monster killing eventually]
[After her ordeal with the snake creature, Diana sets herself to the task of searching every floor of the building. There are more of those... things crawling around, and she can't assume that the new displaced wouldn't go wandering off in their drugged hazes, making them easy prey. If she can find any of them and get them to the bottom floor, she will.
She turns a corner, and sees what she thinks is a person--and raises a hand in greeting as she quickens her pace.
The person doesn't wave back, but it starts running towards her.
She sees a tail, the glint of scales. Its eyes shine like burnished gold when it passes beneath one of the flickering lights. But she also sees the way it stands, spots the vague shape of a face, and cannot ignore that it looks human. That's enough for her.
Instead of running or fighting, Diana raises her hands, palms outward.]
Stop! Let me help you!
ii. i been feelin it since 1966 now [the wait]
[In their current condition, the chances of all of the displaced make it through the wilderness back to the city unscathed are... slim. She isn't in the best of shape either, having suffered a gash from one of the monsters on her arm; not life-threatening, but it hurts and blood has hardly stopped seeping through the gauze she'd scavenged from the building to bind the wound. There had been some talk about walking back, but Diana knows how long the train ride was, and without adequate supplies and shelter, it will not be a pleasant or easy return trip.
Besides, she wouldn't be surprised if more of the creatures that were in the building have made it outside by now. They'll be more vulnerable walking through the unknown terrain than staying where they are. Either help will come, or it won't. She tells herself that if after a day, nobody has come, she'll be open to discussion about walking back. But for now, she's going to settle in for the wait.
And by settle in, of course, she means to set up camp. She may be a princess, but she was also a member of Antiope's legion. The general would never suffer any of her soldiers to be unaccustomed to living off the land, royalty or otherwise.
First and foremost, she makes to start a fire; it's warm enough to sleep outside without the extra heat, but it's dark and she doesn't like their odds of making it through the night without having to fend off something. If the monsters are lurking around the perimeter of the building, she wants to be able to see them coming. Luckily there's plenty of wood and tinder to work with, and soon enough she's rubbing two sticks together, trying to coax a few embers to catch.
A little bit of scouting shows no signs of small woodland life, and instead she begins foraging for edible plants on the outskirts of where they've established their makeshift camp. She'd prefer rabbits or even squirrels, but with what's currently living inside that building, she wouldn't trust any creature she found so close to it. Once she's gathered what she can into the makeshift basket of her shirt, she lays it all out on a clean blanket someone has found. It isn't much--they can't live off burdock and chicory forever--but it'll be enough to take the edge off their hunger for now. She makes a few more trips, and by the time she's satisfied with their stores, she finally takes a seat by the fire, unable to keep exhaustion and the occasional grimace of pain from her face.]
iii. might've had your fill, but you feel it still [wildcard]
[ooc; as always, i'm always down for wildcard prompts! diana is still living in the safehouse, so any interactions there are welcome. she is also throwing herself into relief efforts across new amsterdam, and can be found making repairs, hauling debris (discreetly), handing out supplies, etc. diana's power is inspiration manipulation, so if anyone needs a pep talk, hit me up. please feel free to ping me on plurk at