OCC- Stephanie succeeded at her Sanity roll (74% roll vs. 90% stat): http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=674413
IC-
In the Comm Room-
"Okay," Stephanie told Goldberg, "you can use that fence as a barrier. If you hook up a battery or something to it, you could electrify it. Since these things seem to run on electricity, it might short them out. The farther away that village is the better. Langley just got overrun, so I don't know how much longer this system will work. Good luck. I'd better sign off now."
Stephanie wished Mr. Foo were still here, as he'd be able to understand Chinese, but he was busy outside. She just hoped the comm system would stay active long enough for him to gather the data she needed to confirm her hypothesis later. She tried to send a message to Diego Garcia, on the off chance they could collect the data: "This is Stephanie Bridges. I'm a government scientist working on ways to resolve the current crisis." She summarized her findings. "I have a working theory that EMPs may disable these walking corpses, but I need data to verify this. If you can, please find out and let me know if the EMPs that resulted from today's nuclear blasts in Asia took them down beyond the edge of the blast radii, and how long the effect lasts. Please respond by text message as soon as you can, since I don't know long this channel will remain operational. I have to get to higher ground now, but I'll be back after the immediate danger has passed if I can. Over."
Next, Stephanie sent quick text messages to Major Andrews and Omaha telling them that Langley was overrun, she didn't know how long the system would keep working, and she had to get upstairs.
Stephanie turned up the volume so they'd be able to hear any voice messages that came in while they were outside, though they'd be unable to respond. Then she grabbed the computers, one in each hand, left the room, locked the door, and headed outside.
On the motel's balcony-
"I understand," Mr. Foo told Ellen. "I wish the people from the diner could have gotten here and helped out, but those scumbags got in the way. They seem to be talking to them now, so hopefully they can resolve this peacefully. For now, though, they can't get here and we can't get there. I need to maintain my aim in case the skinheads turn violent, but you and Miss Cooper can head around to the west side of the balcony so you're out of the line of fire and you can see if any more are coming from that way. I'll send Miss Bridges to join you when she arrives. Please see if you can acquire a rope from storage or fashion one from the bedsheets and bring it up to the roof. Once we're up there, it won't matter if the horde reaches the balcony. I have enough ammo that I can pick them off without them being able to reach us, provided we pull the rope up after us." He continued to aim at the skinhead, but tried to make his stance appear casual in case they glanced in his direction. "Another thing: Warren AFB notified us that the 400th Strategic Missile in eastern Wyoming is in danger of being overrun and they may have to detonate. If they do, we'll have to get to a fallout shelter."
Stephanie emerged from the motel and gaped when she saw the mass of lumbering cadavers. "Holy Hannah!" she exclaimed, fighting back the panic that threatened to rise up within her. She reassured herself that there was a scientific explanation for this phenomenon. Her resolve strengthened, she locked the door behind her, so that now all the ground floor doors were locked. Then she carried the computers upstairs to the balcony. "Langley's overrun," she told Mr. Foo. "The comm still works, but I don't know how much longer it will stay that way. By the way, those things-" she motioned to the approaching mob, "-are already dead. I think they're animated by some electrical process. Anyone who dies could become one."
Mr. Foo nodded. "Ah, thank you. I was wondering why they weren't already dead with the wounds some of them have. Now I see that they are. They have no Chi. Quickly, lock the computers up in the room we're using for storage and join the others on the west side of the balcony so you can get up on the roof."
"Okay." Stephanie hurried off to comply.
In the garage-
Mrs. Foo got out of the Outback and slipped into the garage with the others. Unless the situation changed, they wouldn't be able to get back to the motel in time. At her age, she needed all the time she could get to reach somewhere safer. Father McCormick helped her across the garage and towards the office that connected it to the diner. "You say earlier you good with rifle?" she asked. The priest nodded, with what seemed reluctance. "I think you need to have one, to protect us. Didn't Jesus say to disciples to sell garment and buy sword if they not have one? Rifle is for today what sword was then."
Bo nodded as he slowly regained his footing. "Thanks," he said. "Gary's right. If we can't move the truck, the garage has to be held. Sally and I have to protect the doctor and get her somewhere safer." He looked at Sally. "Can you use a pistol?" When she nodded, he offered her his Beretta and his spare clips. "Everyone who's unarmed or hurt should come with us. Wish we could reach the motel, but we'll have to try either the roof or the shelter. We can decide on the way. The rest of you get started. We can bring up the rear with Dr. Hausmann once she comes around." Randall picked up Bo's shotgun for him and handed to him. He looked it over. It was no worse for the wear, but a shell had been fired. As he reloaded it, he realized he would need more if this kept up. There would probably be more in the shelter, along with medical supplies, but getting trapped down there would be bad.
IC-
In the Comm Room-
"Okay," Stephanie told Goldberg, "you can use that fence as a barrier. If you hook up a battery or something to it, you could electrify it. Since these things seem to run on electricity, it might short them out. The farther away that village is the better. Langley just got overrun, so I don't know how much longer this system will work. Good luck. I'd better sign off now."
Stephanie wished Mr. Foo were still here, as he'd be able to understand Chinese, but he was busy outside. She just hoped the comm system would stay active long enough for him to gather the data she needed to confirm her hypothesis later. She tried to send a message to Diego Garcia, on the off chance they could collect the data: "This is Stephanie Bridges. I'm a government scientist working on ways to resolve the current crisis." She summarized her findings. "I have a working theory that EMPs may disable these walking corpses, but I need data to verify this. If you can, please find out and let me know if the EMPs that resulted from today's nuclear blasts in Asia took them down beyond the edge of the blast radii, and how long the effect lasts. Please respond by text message as soon as you can, since I don't know long this channel will remain operational. I have to get to higher ground now, but I'll be back after the immediate danger has passed if I can. Over."
Next, Stephanie sent quick text messages to Major Andrews and Omaha telling them that Langley was overrun, she didn't know how long the system would keep working, and she had to get upstairs.
Stephanie turned up the volume so they'd be able to hear any voice messages that came in while they were outside, though they'd be unable to respond. Then she grabbed the computers, one in each hand, left the room, locked the door, and headed outside.
On the motel's balcony-
"I understand," Mr. Foo told Ellen. "I wish the people from the diner could have gotten here and helped out, but those scumbags got in the way. They seem to be talking to them now, so hopefully they can resolve this peacefully. For now, though, they can't get here and we can't get there. I need to maintain my aim in case the skinheads turn violent, but you and Miss Cooper can head around to the west side of the balcony so you're out of the line of fire and you can see if any more are coming from that way. I'll send Miss Bridges to join you when she arrives. Please see if you can acquire a rope from storage or fashion one from the bedsheets and bring it up to the roof. Once we're up there, it won't matter if the horde reaches the balcony. I have enough ammo that I can pick them off without them being able to reach us, provided we pull the rope up after us." He continued to aim at the skinhead, but tried to make his stance appear casual in case they glanced in his direction. "Another thing: Warren AFB notified us that the 400th Strategic Missile in eastern Wyoming is in danger of being overrun and they may have to detonate. If they do, we'll have to get to a fallout shelter."
Stephanie emerged from the motel and gaped when she saw the mass of lumbering cadavers. "Holy Hannah!" she exclaimed, fighting back the panic that threatened to rise up within her. She reassured herself that there was a scientific explanation for this phenomenon. Her resolve strengthened, she locked the door behind her, so that now all the ground floor doors were locked. Then she carried the computers upstairs to the balcony. "Langley's overrun," she told Mr. Foo. "The comm still works, but I don't know how much longer it will stay that way. By the way, those things-" she motioned to the approaching mob, "-are already dead. I think they're animated by some electrical process. Anyone who dies could become one."
Mr. Foo nodded. "Ah, thank you. I was wondering why they weren't already dead with the wounds some of them have. Now I see that they are. They have no Chi. Quickly, lock the computers up in the room we're using for storage and join the others on the west side of the balcony so you can get up on the roof."
"Okay." Stephanie hurried off to comply.
In the garage-
Mrs. Foo got out of the Outback and slipped into the garage with the others. Unless the situation changed, they wouldn't be able to get back to the motel in time. At her age, she needed all the time she could get to reach somewhere safer. Father McCormick helped her across the garage and towards the office that connected it to the diner. "You say earlier you good with rifle?" she asked. The priest nodded, with what seemed reluctance. "I think you need to have one, to protect us. Didn't Jesus say to disciples to sell garment and buy sword if they not have one? Rifle is for today what sword was then."
Bo nodded as he slowly regained his footing. "Thanks," he said. "Gary's right. If we can't move the truck, the garage has to be held. Sally and I have to protect the doctor and get her somewhere safer." He looked at Sally. "Can you use a pistol?" When she nodded, he offered her his Beretta and his spare clips. "Everyone who's unarmed or hurt should come with us. Wish we could reach the motel, but we'll have to try either the roof or the shelter. We can decide on the way. The rest of you get started. We can bring up the rear with Dr. Hausmann once she comes around." Randall picked up Bo's shotgun for him and handed to him. He looked it over. It was no worse for the wear, but a shell had been fired. As he reloaded it, he realized he would need more if this kept up. There would probably be more in the shelter, along with medical supplies, but getting trapped down there would be bad.