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Would dried blood be like hard candy to vampires? Or is that too gruesome?
Literally covered in blood. Dried, caked, blood.
Thursday Afternoon, Level 18

"Please remain calm. Containment protocols are in effect. Do not leave your designated work areas. Obey all instructions from department heads. An Incident Response Team is on their way. Please remain calm," the speaker system squawked twice before repeating its message.

The dead security guard's radio crackled: "Captain Frenzel to all security in Level 18, do not breach containment; repeat, under no circumstances breach containment. The incident has not escalated for seven minutes. Keep it that-" the radio snapped in two beneath an engorged foot. The monstrosity continued down the corridor, came to a blast door, and let out an enraged roar. It smashed the keycard scanner, and roared again. It was, for the moment, safely isolated in a hallway with blast doors on either side.

Elsewhere, several hallways away: A spill of radioactive, toxic, horrifying goop had eaten its way through the wall and was now steadily sloshing its way across the floor, eating into the mechanical room. Its green flourescence contrasted with the brightly-lit corridor's flashing orange hazard lights. Somewhat to the north, a supply closet was nearing occupational capacity.

This particular supply closet, one of the larger ones on this level, had a few interesting items beyond the usual office and janitorial supplies. A handgun with a fully loaded clip was lying on the middle of the floor. Beneath it, a paper with "Cha" and a bloody pen. Near the door was a box of seven flashlights, one of which has a bloody SD card taped onto the side. At the bottom of the box was a crumpled ten dollar bill. On the top shelves, near the overhead ventilation duct, a crowbar and screwdriver lie abandoned. A ladder capable of reaching the ducts rests against the back wall.
Amaranth: Accepted! I'll get started on a first post. Once that's up, have at it!

Edit: I also made us a map of the immediate area, just to help everyone with a sense of what's where.
Mine's ready for comment. I'm tweaking it and am going to add some pictures, but the major and important parts are all there.

Edit: Hey, Legion X51, Watson's probably interested in hiring you to guard his bunker complex. Or at the very least, it will be. Also, I was eyeing Triton to set up a backup data center site; with an established force there, it's even more attractive if I can rent space. Especially if we'd have had good relations in the past.
VerifyinTr1gIDs - accepted. I'm trying to imagine Daigo's reason for ending up in the supply closet: "Oh, damn. My wireless mouse ran out of batteries. Better get some new ones!" - completely oblivious to the pandemonium unfolding around him as the facility goes to hell. Heh.
Is that a de facto signal to start the RP?
Tatsua Aiisen, The Silver Paladin, ChibiYuki, xiledx, and resiak verdungert - you're all accepted! I say we start in 24 hours or so, leaving some room for stragglers to join up.
Redwing: You're accepted! Glad to have you along.
Oh, sure. You'd get a standard-issue baton [now that I think about it], but if you want to carry a personal knife or something, nobody's going to stop you.
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