towerofanimus | Event: Quarantine

Characters: any characters trapped in rooms during the event
Setting: dormitory level rooms
Format: any
Summary: An unexpected series of explosions has trapped residents in the dorm rooms with no power and no way to get out. Try to communicate with the outside, deal with being stuck in a small room with other people... Deal with the really strange things that seem to be happening, too.
Warnings: typical Animus horror event warnings

[There are several more explosions, and the sound of things falling and crumbling outside. The dorm rooms themselves don't collapse or cave in, but the furniture and trunks and nightstands may be rattled and knocked about. Eventually, the lights flicker and go out entirely, leaving everyone in the dark. There are small red emergency lights lining the floors, but they don't seem to have come on all the way, and flicker on and off eerily.

After maybe twenty minutes everything falls silent. However, if you try the door, you'll find you can't get out...]

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John had just ran into a room when all the explosions and panic started. He hadn't intended to get separated from who he would normally go with- but this time he wasn't so lucky. There was little time to think and he finds himself in a room that happens to be very full.

He was alright, just a few scrapes on his arms and cheeks.

He'll be in a corner of the room making sure he's all in once piece.

It isn't too long at all before Allen makes his way over to John. He's favoring one leg more than the other, but he still manages a tired smile. "Need any bandages?" He produces a carefully packaged roll from his coat and it jostles a deck of playing cards. He snaps it out of the air before it can fall to the floor with the flair of someone who knows how to handle cards.

John can see that Allen is wobbling, and it's also nice to see somewhat of a familiar face in this room. He guesses he really did get so distantly separated from everyone else. He is checking a particularly nasty wound on his forearm and elbow. "Thanks." He'll take the bandages and start applying them.

"Wanna play cards? We'll probably be here awhile."

There's no money to be had here, and if playing cards will help ease someone, well who is he to refuse? Allen flicks his wrist, turning his hand and producing a few grand shuffles, the cards passing between his hands. It's as much a show as it is mixing up the cards.

"Preference on the game? I'm okay with cards," He's a dirty liar. "But I don't know all the games you can play with them." A filthy little liar.

"Well," John has to think for a moment, "How about we play blackjack, or uh, I don't know Go Fish?" He did just suggest Go Fish and you can't fault him for this. He and his double used to play all the time. It eases your nerves.

"Which ever you prefer."

"Go fish it is then." He slowly eases down to the floor at last, favoring his good leg over his injured one. if got too bad, he'd take measures to deal with it. For now it's doing fine. Allen deals the cards without even looking at what his hands are doing. One could mistake him for a poor player.

The cards are the exact number they need and he takes his with an unreadable look. He hates to lose and will play to his best, but in games without money on the table, there's no need to take 'extra' measures.

He sits down as well. Taking care to not bump himself anywhere he got hurt. Yeah. They'll be alright. John actually doesn't really care what Allen looks like, poor player or good. This was just a stress relief tactic. Being shoved in a small room with this many people was not something John would have preferred.

He takes out one pair that he was dealt, "Got an 7's?"

"No." He smiles brightly, fanning out his cards with one hand. "Go fish." Allen shifts his feet a little finally finding the most comfortable position. He has his shoulder up against the wall and coat mostly behind him. "Got any 6s?"

The room is really too crowded. It's a cause for concern and he glances at everyone briefly. If they needed to fight it was going to get very hairy very quickly.

He takes a card a grumbles. He looks through for a match, none. Now he looks for the card Allen had asked for. Plucking is from his hand and holding it out for the other to take. "It must be your lucky day. I am pretty sure I'm the reigning champ at Go Fish."

John shifts uncomfortably.

His lips twitch as if he has to suppress a smile. "Guess it is." He echoes while checking his hand. Four sixes are shown to John before he sets them down. Card games are his forte. He still hasn't shown his real poker face. Not yet.

If they played something else it might show. "Got any Jacks?" If he had to go fish, his turn is going to be over.

Even a game as simple as Go Fish? Well, John can't really say he's terrible at them. He's beat his alternate self several times at many other various card games. Well, next round of cards they can play blackjack.

"Nope. Go Fish. Got any Kings?"

Allen produces his only king with an almost liquid grace. Cards are the realm where he goes from simple to lethal in an instant. Taking a card from the deck between them only yields a nine of spades. Nothing he can use just yet.

None of his disappointment shows on his face.

The cards are relaxing as he eases to one side to take pressure off his leg. "Have any nines?"

He lays down the kings and hands over a nine. Cards were just something John did for fun when he needed to clear his mind, and with his current situation. He can't really think of doing anything else.

"I wonder when we're getting out of here." Allen gets to go again, he did get a card out of John.

Event: Quarantine

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