Time to Get to Work?

[itsananimalthing]

[Riddick happens to be pretty damn good at psychic network projections. So when he sends this out, when the screaming starts, there's sound to go with it. No visual, because he's not that mean, but he'll offer it if anybody wants it. So his thought-voice, which sounds a whole lot like his speaking voice except maybe slightly less gravelly, is punctuated by screams, groans, and the occasional screech of brakes and crash of metal.]

So I guess this is what we're here for. There's some crazy cannibal people out here in the streets tryin' to eat other people. Or somethin'. I got head-pictures, if anybody wants 'em. I guess if you wanna fight, feel free to get out here and fight.

If you don't, better stay inside and lock the doors. This don't look like it's gonna be a lot of fun for folks who ain't interested in a little head-bashing.

[His last word is accompanied by the sound of something both wet and crunchy. Maybe it's actually a head-bashing. Who knows?]

Comments

[willyousee]

[You are so not alone there, Dick.]

I'll try to find out more information about this illness. Is there anything else those of us who cannot fight should be doing to help? There doesn't seem to be any access to magic in this world, so that limits our options.

[turbedon]

In all honesty, right now? All non-combatants would be really helpful just by staying off the streets. Maybe try calming everyone else around you if you can because panic is the key ingredient for disasters - heavy on the dis.

[willyousee]

Of course. Any Travelers in need of company are welcome in my room, and if necessary we will adjourn to a larger space. Join us if you can, Robin, or find someone to fight with? Please don't try to take the enemy by yourself!

[turbedon]

I'm fine, I've been doing this sort of thing since I was 9. [His 'voice' is warm though, deliberately soothing and calm as he slowly gets the hang of just squishing down any panic he might feel and taking some small comfort in Alcuin's worry for him.]

[willyousee]

[ Well that explains the physique, but by Cammael's sword... his 'voice' softens, still concerned, but giving way before the greater knowledge. ]

You bear no extra protection as a Traveler. Just... please be cautious.

[turbedon]

Don't worry, I'm getting the hang of this. They're pretty slow, it's just a matter of concentrating on them instead of the screamers.

I'll see you at the hotel later.