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Quarantine 1 Opens...

Stacy jerks and shudders to a sudden stop, likely upsetting more than a few things already upset because the comms have stopped working. And deep down inside Stacy, on the first level, a little section thoughtfully titled "Contagion Containment and Quarantine" spilled open.

Hal 9000 had opened it up. And the things that had been kept there were still alive.

Or at least, they were moving...

Their groans echoed through the lower level as they spilled out of Quarantine 1, shambling and shuffling toward the Hub. The Hub would take them where they wanted to go. And what they wanted to do first was make some new friends.

So they went to the Pod Caverns. Then, after that, the zombies started heading up to the City...

[[OOC: Holy $#%&, Team Left Behind, ZOMBIES. ~~Going to set up some subthreads, please wait until I do!~~ INFO HERE, FIRST SUB-THREAD GO GO GO!]]

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Oh, were you using that comm? Because it just produced a burst of static and died. And wait, did Stacy just stop?! You're going to want to pick that up off the floor...

Time (such as it is on board Stacy) passes (such as it can). "Daylight" turns to "dusk" which in turn becomes "night".

Crap.

Time to see if your preparations are good enough!

Kirk had been talking into his comm ring. Then it shorted it out - and the ship stopped. He looked up, brow creased in a frown. Not good. He rounded on the nearest group of people, "Our communications seem to be down. I need runners to help me stay in contact with our various detachments. Do I have any volunteers?"

Meluly had been in the middle of a jump between buildings.

FWOOM. BAMM.

Fortunately, the suit was built to withstand much more than just the impact of it slamming into stone walls. It does take a few long moments, though, for it to lumber to its feet again and slide away. Jog. Run. Bounce. There doesn't seem to be any lasting impact right now, though that may well leave a heck of a bruise later.

"" asks an amplified voice loud enough to be heard on the roof and past the doors, as Meluly zips back towards the front of the Basilica.

With Scarlet nearby, Luis was stacking boxes of medical supplies, lost in thought. He was not happy with this situation. He hated uncertainty, he hated being locked in the back here, he hated the possibility that people could die. He really hated the idea that he could die. It was all he could do to focus on something else for a while.

And so, focus he did.

Goddammit, she's beautiful. If we weren't in the middle of what could possibly turn into a standoff to determine whether or not we survive, I would be all over a backroom tryst.

He eyed her backside when she was distracted, shaking his head.

If there's a god out there, I'm begging you, feel sorry for Luis for once and just give me something to make all this bullshit worthwhile...

Suddenly everything shifted and Luis was thrown off balance, crashing into Scarlet and landing on top of her on the ground.

...Muchas gracias.

Typically Scarlet would've been a little bit better prepared for something like that, but circumstances weren't exactly typical. As it was, a box of medical supplies she'd been holding went flying, and when things righted themselves, she was on the floor with her lecherous co-worker on top of her.

Great.

"Please get off me."

Luis wasted no time in sitting up and removing himself clumsily from her person. "Ah, fuck! Losientos, sorry about that... That'll teach me to drink before I come to work."

He stumbled to his feet and offered her a hand up. "You okay?"

Selene fell back on the roof at the sudden halt, crying out in surprise. "Ow..." she muttered before puling herself up again using the ledge of the roof. "What was that?" It felt familiar though. "It's like...the ship stopped..."

Then she heard the voice and looked down from the roof. "Um..." she looked around. "I think everyone's fine up here!" She shouted down.

Leon stumbled when the ship came to a sudden halt, but managed to remain standing. He tried to contact the members of team GTFO to find out what the hell just happened, but nothing. He tried again, only this time to reach Kirk, but again, nothing over the comm rings or omnicomms.

"Shit..."

Loren tried to catch herself before she fell but ended up slamming into the floor anyway. That was going to bruise.

"Yes, sir." Loren said, getting up onto her feet.

"Fine," she automatically replied, pushing herself into a sitting position before accepting Luis's offered hand and pulling herself up, looking around the chapel

"Is everyone all right?" she asked, loudly, before adding in a much lower voice. "What the hell was that?"

Shadow Link slammed against the wall he had been standing in front of and then hit the ground at the sudden stop. "What the hell?!" He growled, pushing himself up and noticing that quite a number of people had fallen in the main area as well.

"...that's not normal," he muttered.

And then one of those Commanding Officers was asking about communication.

...things were going to get bad. And communication...well, bad communication led to very, very bad things.

He pushed himself to his feet. He could still run without too much problem for a while in sunlight. Just not use his powers. "Fine, I'll help."

If things came to worst, he'd retreat to the shadows again to get his power back a bit more.

He took a moment to reach down and recover the spilled contents of the medical box he'd been carrying just before the "divine intervention." As he leaned over, he glanced up as though something was puzzling, then straightened.

"Is it just me," he asked, "Or is your equilibrium off? Did the ship stop or something?"

Pirogoeth had been sitting on the ground, so it wasn't like she fell down completely, but she did jerk and threw out her hands from falling on her side completely, looking around in confusion as she became aware of things around her a bit more.

Something had happened.

Something big.

"The snowstorm may be need soon," she murmured, pushing herself uptight in her spot, looking at Wednesday as she focused her thoughts on winter again.

And a loudly amplified voice (http://community.livejournal.com/trans_9/156215.html?thread=11804471#t11804471) echoes from outside.

"Aye," the old man says instantly, though to judge by his voice and face one might have thought he'd been asleep for a half hour.

"Yes..." Scarlet replied slowly, reaching down to gather what she herself had spilled. She set it right again, before reaching for her omnicomm and checking for any bulltiens over the channel.

Only to find it wasn't responding. She frowned, turning to the comm instead.

"Medical Officer Sierra Lima, status check, over."

...And that was dead too.

"S#!%." She frowned, looking at Luis. "Communications are down."

Rob jerked forward against gun, his plate of goop upsetting itself all over his vest and armor. He cursed, loudly, then grunted as the wind was driven out of him by machine gun. So much for dinner. He grumbled quietly, then gave Luly a wave, cupping his hands around his mouth.

"I'm okay! Kinda goopy though."

Claire had just been heading back to her post near the medbay from a quick bathroom break when the entire city lurched and she stumbled, catching herself on a nearby pillar. Shaking her head she pushed herself back into standing position, taking a moment to gain her bearings again.

By the time she had her wits about her again, she heard what Kirk was saying about needing volunteers and she pressed her lips together. Part of her wanted to get back to the medbay to check on her daughter, but she knew this was probably the start of the bad. And Sherry was well protected, if Claire could help elsewhere right now, well...

"I'm in," she spoke up, moving forward.

Sherry had been acclimating Eve to the other kidlets, when everything had stopped - literally. And Sherry, in all her wisdom at the time, threw herself backwards to avoid running face first into Eve. The little girl yelped in pain as her stitches pulled uncomfortably.

I bet that's going to leave a bigger mark, she thought and tried to will away the spikes of pain radiating from her stomach. It suddenly occurred to Sherry that her pain medicine was wearing off, that enough time had passed between her nap and the Long Wait. Crap.

Sherry pursed her lips, exhaled slowly and looked at her friends. The taste of blood filled her mouth from a slightly bit tongue (later, probably, she would count her lucky stars that she hadn't bitten her tongue off). "Ow, ow, ow. Is every-ow-one, is everyone okay? Did Stacy just... stop moving?"

Stacy jerked and Ronon lifted his head, looking around for anything that might come. Then, she suddenly stopped.

Despite sitting on the floor at the time, Ronon had his hands cuffed behind his back. So with no way to stop himself from falling forward, his face got to know the floor.

Shit's going down, Lois realizes, immediately, and for a split second, she's panicking, internally, and she knows she's the wrong person for the job, and this is undeniably bigger than them and they'll never get through it, and the Blur isn't going to stop this one, unless he too is on a space adventure.

Lois breathes, hard, takes that initial panic and shoves it into action girl mode. After the lurch to a halt that sent her crashing against a table, she straightens up, glad she didn't just smash her teeth out on it.

"Feels like it, sweetie," Lois replies. "Echoing that statement, is everyone okay?"

At that news, Luis had to resist the temptation to panic utterly.

Instead of his initial planned reaction, he paused and took a very deep breath, reaching up to put a hand on his forehead like he was getting a headache.

"Okay," he said, once he'd calmed down. "Well. Hijo de puta. I'll... go check outside." He headed towards the front of the chapel to stick his head out and see if this was a Vatican-wide problem or if, as he dearly hoped, maybe they just got bad reception over here.

Jean-Paul nearly lost his footing as the ship halted suddenly, only to tumble backwards. He snorted he pulled himself up.

"The ship stopped? Suddenly?" he muttered. "How does THAT happen?"

Underneath his mask, he smirked. Something big was heading this way. He could feel it.

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