[d20 Modern] RESIDENT EVIL: Damnation [PG -17]

[Fanog]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Ugh.

Floor? I’m inside, but where?

Michael looks around, but the lack of light and his blurry vision make it difficult to identify anything.
Trying to get his bearing, he pushes himself up and gets on his feet. When he’s about halfway up, the full force of his headache hits him, and slams him back to the ground. He manages to catch himself, but nearly stumbles onto the blonde woman next to him while doing so.

“Ehm, sorry ma’am”, he says out of reflex, even before realizing that the woman is unfamiliar to him and that she isn’t moving.

Huh, who -?

Realizing he’s not alone, he looks around for others, and spots the figure of the Corporal hunching over another body. The sight of someone familiar seems to give him purpose.

Ah, Moreno, that’s good, than the rest of the team will probably be here as well. Better get to her...

After taking another look at the woman next to him, Michael tries to get on his feet once more. He moves over to Maria, steadying himself with his hands on the marble floor. The cold marble feels weird against his fingers, but at least it gets his blood flowing again.

It shouldn't be too long before he would be able to think straight, and remember what happened. At least, if the pounding of his head ever stopped.

 

[Gurdjieff]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion


Maria hears the sound of another one waking up behind her. She swings her head in the direction of the sound, seeing Amelia trying to get up, but falling down again.

Sorry Ma'am"
Maria looks over her shoulder, seeing Michael regaining counsciousness as well. He crawls up and moves slowly to Maria.

"Hey Smith" Maria says, keeping her voice down a bit as almost every sound in the room makes her ears go beserk. "Try to wake the others."

After that, Maria tries to get up her feet, still a bit dizzy and she stumbles to the south wall, leaning against it. She puts her hands against her head, as if she tries to keep it from exploding. She leans for a short while, supressing the headache, and then walks slowly to the windows. She looks through the it, trying to remember where she is and how she got there.

Man, I hope this headache goes away fast.

 

[Festy_Dog]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Hmm... headache... bad... sounds like left TV on... tiles... lying on kitchen floor... got very drunk... most interesting dream I ever had while drunk... ouch... better not think too loud, better turn down the TV too... wait... I never had surround sound...

Isaac's eyes grind open and he surveys everything around him. His eyes go in and out of focus but he manages to notice women in the room.

Heh, maybe this is another dream, those are some nice women... but my dreams wouldn't have other guys in them on the other hand... S!

He gets up onto his elbows and looks at the people around him.

F, who are all these people? What did I get involved in? This isn't gonna look good... wait, everyone has clothes on, ok then, not as bad as I had thought... oh, there's Amelia.

Isaac crawls over to Amelia, and tries to wake her.

"Hey little lady, you'd do well to get up about now, it appears we may have problems," he says quietly.

He reaches for his 'hang over cure' bottle of spirits he keeps but can't find it.

Hmm, musta dropped it.

This is soon followed by a series of individual revelations that all of his stuff is gone.

Not good...

 

[Fanog]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

As michael scurries up to Maria, he begins to get a measure of his surroundings.

Hm, it's pretty big here, seems some kind of hall. Don't see too many people though. What happened to our team, are they all here --twelve of us? Are there that many bodies here?

He tries to count, but the darkness makes it difficult to say for sure. The worry is plain on the young Private's face, though. A wave of relief comes over his face when he sees that the Corporal is with Sergeant Carlson.

Michael picks up on Maria's hushed voice and greets her with a quick nod of his head and a hushed "Corp'ral, ma'am". After receiving orders, he opens his mouth to ask Maria whether she's OK, but the woman is gone before he can start his sentence.

Hm, oh. Might be for the better, Corp'ral usually prides herself in being able to hold up. Wouldn't want to appear to pamper her. He shudders slightly at the thought of that, and can't suppress an awkward grin, despite the grim situation.

Okay, to work. Let's hope they're all here and doing well.

With that, Michael hunches over the body of Sergeant Carlson, and puts two fingers against the side of his neck, checking for pulse. After making sure that Carlson is alive and stable, Michael scuttles to the other end of the room, where he can vaguely see some other bodies.

As he approaches the body of Borzakovsky, the observation that there are not twelve persons in the room, starts to sink in.

This doesn't look good. What they heck happened, where are we...? --why don't training missions prepare for this --could they even?

 

[Velenne]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Amisha opens her eyes and immidiately faces off against the pain in her head. She visualizes the pain as a gaseous blob, thrusts it into a bottle and tosses the bottle away. Taking a deep breath, she makes a mental sweep of her person. No apparent injuries, no gear either.

When she hears movement all around, the PFC rolls over on her stomach and scans the room. There's the Corporal, so that must be the Sarge and the other Private. The buzzing in her ears relents and she can hear them talking. Amisha clears her throat to speak,

"Private First Class Patel, reporting in. What happened?" Her voice is alert yet calmly confident.

Still in her focused state of battle-stress, the lithe soldier pushes up onto her knees and continues to take stock of the room. Her fingers flex and she rolls her firm shoulders to bring some form of suppleness back into the stiff muscles. She marks entrances, exits, and the other people in the room with her dark, cold, slitted eyes.

 

[KitanaVorr]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion
December 31, 2002 18:00


Maria and the Southern Window

The smell prickled along your noise reminding you of the time you were five and your mother took you to see where they had entombed your grandmother. That cold marble mausoleum, empty, silent, and filled with rows and columns of the dead. The ghost stories your nana used to tell you…they began to play through your head unbidden.

Candles flickered in the room, in corners, on chandeliers. Ornate paintings with scrolled framework, beautiful Chinese vases, lush tapestries, all these had a fine layer of dust on them as if it had been a while since anyone had bothered to maintain such priceless treasures.

As you stumble toward the windows that line the southern part of the room, you notice something in the dim lighting outside. There’s a car sitting on the curving driveway. It looks quiet and dark with the doors wide open.

 

[Keia]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Anders snapped awake rising into a sitting position with an inhale not unlike a person who’d been underwater too long and just reached the surface. Then, silence as he looked around the room and reached for his Beretta at the same time. What the heck was going on? And that dream, again with the raven-haired spy . . . Anders thoughts stopped as his eyes finally focused on those in the room.

An strong thrust of his arms and Anders was standing again, cracking his neck as he flexed his shoulders and tilted his head to each side – his signature ‘time to go to work’ move to those that know him well. His eyes locked briefly on the woman haunting his dreams lying on the ground not 30’ away. He then turned and strode over to his squad.

With a nod to each, Anders quietly spoke concern evident, “Patel, Smith, you alright?” With more command and a smile, “Moreno, what’s the status? Doesn’t look as bad as that time in Madrid, but . . . it’s damn close.”

 

[mistergone]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

You're in the backseat of Chad's car, riding back from the party by the lake. The warm summer night air blows through all four open windows and the moon-roof and ruffles your hair and your lucky Metallica t-shirt as you gaze absently out the window at the stars twinkling through the tops of the trees that line the highway. Chad and Jenny are talking about... something... probably how Jenny thinks it's stupid that everyone had to pony up five bucks for the keg which will most likely not get returned anyway... and the radio is playing a song you think you almost recognize, but you can't hear anything clearly over the wind. Something touches your hand and all the hairs on your arm stand up on end. You look over at Sarah as her hand slides into yours and gives it a gentle squeeze. She turns to you and smiles and her hair is whipping about her face and her eyes are twinkling just like the stars... and man oh man you fool why didn't you kiss her tonight? Not like you didn't have a million chances to, and everyone thinks you're a couple already, anyway. Summer will be over in a couple weeks and she'll go back home and you will have blown it, man. What? She's saying something... at least her lips are moving... something about... what? You lean closer... And the world explodes into a violent spin cycle. Chad never braked, he didn't see it coming. Metal smacking into metal at 65 miles per hour or so is SO loud, and then you can't hear anything... can't feel anything... it doesn't seem quite real. Now you're lying in the grass by the side of the highway and you're numb and you don't know if you're alive or dead but you can hear something over the pounding in your ears. "Yuri...? Yuri...?" Sarah? So faint and weak and far away sounding. You get up and stumble onto the road and towards her voice. There's twisted hunks of metal all over and you smell gasoline and something's burning. "Yuri...? Yuri?" There she is... she's lying there, reaching for you... You kneel beside her, and try not to look at how her entrails just run under what must be the remains of Chad's car. Did she drag herself this far? You take her hand and hold it tight, and look into her eyes, which are so wide and bright. You can't speak though you try. "Yuri?" she whispers to you, and as you lean your face close to hers, a drop of what must be your own blood falls from your forehead onto her cheek and rolls slowly down it. "Yuri... look at the stars... they remind me of you..." And she gasps, and her eyes close. And something's wrong... No, not that, something else. That was was a long time ago, you were 17. You haven't been 17 for years, man. Wake up."

Yuri sits bolt upright with a shout that only barely escapes his lips. He blinks a few times, then starts to look around, only to squeeze his eyes shut again and clap his hands to his temples.

"Oh man." he slides his hands to cover his face then parts his fingers slightly and peeks out, gazing over himself, then around in front of him. Slowly, he lowers his arms and scans the room, taking it all in. He winces and glares into the shadows, trying to make out the figures now moving around.

"What the Hell..." carefully pushing himself up, he unconsciously feels for his gear, that should be strapped to him. "What the Hell?!?" It's not there. Not even his med-kit.

"Sarge?" Yuri walks over to Anders. "What the Hell happened? I think I blacked out... Uh... are you okay? Am I okay?" He looks around for his squad members. "Is anyone hurt?" he says a little louder. "I... uh... I got a bad feeling about this."

 

[Velenne]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Patel stands up when the Sarge does and strides soundlessly across the marble floor over to him. She nods, then returns her attention to the perimeter. She remains silent, defering her comments until they get the Corporal's assessment.

 

[Gurdjieff]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion


Maria smiles as she sees Carlson has awakened. She turns back to the window, feeling very uncomfortable.

“Moreno, what’s the status?" she hears behind her.

"As far as I can tell, we're all still in one piece. All equipment is missing, sir. And there's a car outside, on the driveway. Dimmed lights, doors open. And I have no idea what the hell happened here. I don't even know where the f*ck we are for sure."

She then turns back to Anders. "And I got a freaking migraine."