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

[itsananimalthing]

Not a commander anymore. Just Riddick now.

[He does cut off the visual feed there, whether to spare Alcuin from further gore and violence, or just to narrow down the things he needs to focus on at once. Probably both.]

Not everybody can be, and that's fine. Rather most folks not have to deal with this shit, anyhow. What anybody fightin' will need is a safe place to crash, food and water ready to grab, and maybe some medical attention, if anybody's got the know-how.

[willyousee]

[ Whatever the reason, Alcuin's grateful for it. ]

Returning to the hotel might be difficult. There are guards of some sort all over the building. I hear they are taking people aside as they come in - likely looking for wounds. We'll gather what supplies we can. Do the-- [ What do you call these things? ] assailants seem to be able to climb? It might be easiest to catch your breath and resupply if you can get to the hotel balconies.