OUTBREAK: ZERO is a semi post-apocalyptic pandemic roleplay set in the fictional city of Lethford, USA. Current season: Winter, 20/21.
March 2020. The world is in pandemonium as one month ago, GHNv-20 was confirmed, five months after the beginning of norovirus season. The number of the infected are in the higher hundred thousands, and the death toll is at an estimated 250,000, with about seventy percent of the rest of the population experiencing mild to moderate illnesses connected to the S. pyogenes bacteria.
The fear of the unknown has caused mass hysteria and panic.
In an attempt to provide a semblance of safety and control, military personnel patrol the streets, even here in Lethford City, and the police force is trying to keep up with the rising street violence, assault, and theft.
Welcome to OUTBREAK: zero. Will you survive?
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outbreak
/ˈaʊtbreɪk/ zero /ˈzɪərəʊ/
a sudden occurrence of something unwelcome, such as war or disease. number, no quantity or number; nought; the figure 0.
Willa was less than thrilled at the department currently. Their idea of a costume was not the same as her idea of one. She, using her brain, made the suggestion that she and whoever they partnered her up with, could go as FBI agents or something like that where they could carry a smaller weapon without it causing too much of a stir. Spray paint an orange tip onto the gun. Make it seem like it was fake. Besides, who would stop to inspect every single thing that was walking through the door? She was going to try and protect the people. She was still annoyed that they were actually having to go to try and break up this party as it was. But they needed to know who was setting this up. Because who knew what other things were to come.
She stared at the costume that was handed to her. She argued for fifteen minutes before she finally gave up and went to change into it. She stood firm on not wearing the heeled boots that they wanted. Talking her way into keeping a pair of her work field boots on instead. She could at least run properly in those without having to focus hard on it. A black face mask was tucked into her front pocket as she waited in the briefing room for her partner, whoever that would be. And prayed that they tortured them just as much as they did her with the costume of their choice. Because even though it could have been worse, she definitely didn't feel like the professional that she was.
[attr="class","CONTENT"] Roman hadn't stepped into anything similar to even a bar ever since being discharged from the hospital. He didn't even glance at a drink for such a long time it felt strange to be appointed an undercover mission to bust an illegal Halloween event - not to mention Roman usually wasn't the go-to source for anything regarding undercover cases. He wasn't even trained for those.
But yet here he was, standing in his ridiculous looking FBI Agent costume which wasn't anything like the real one. He was wearing the dark blue, extremely tight, and sleeveless shirt with yellow letters for F, B and I printed on the front, but instead of the back saying Federal Bureau of Investigation, it said Federal Body Inspector. Oh boy did that make him feel uncomfortable. This was definitely stolen from a stripper suspect at some point... probably something they found in the evidence room.
He put on the matching, dark blue cap, feeling even more ridiculous than it already was, and made his way out of the locker rooms to meet his partner. Another thing Roman hadn't had in a while. He had a team, not just a singular person to work with. Blue eyes spotted the female in a costume even worse than his. He approached, an apologetic smile on his face, lips slightly pressed together. "When I applied for the academy... this isn't what I imagined my job to be like." he chuckled softly, letting out a resigned sigh. "Sergeant Donovan. Nice to meet you. Despite our laughable looking outfits... I can't wait to change out of this again."
Willa turned towards the sound of boots coming her way, and she immediately bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. Her brows rising high on her forehead as she looked at his outfit as well. "You didn't expected to find 'federal body inspector' as your job title?" She said, making a show of squinting her eyes to read the yellow print on his chest. At least she wouldn't be suffering alone. Her short shorts and thigh highs made her frown a bit, and she was pretty sure that the thigh highs were going to roll down at some point. No matter how much hairspray she had sprayed on her thighs to try and make it stick.
"Detective Traver." She said, it came out smoothly. It was still an adjustment but at least she got to keep her name. She nodded her head towards the door, her eyes catching a look from another officer as they walked by. Yeah, this was going to be a blast in a few days. She was pretty sure that someone was going to have a picture of the two of them. She could only hope that any of the others going undercover had just as bad outfits. At least they wouldn't be the only two... right? "I thought when I told them 'FBI agents' they'd at least go Criminal Minds or NCIS or something for us. Not... this." She tugged on the top just a bit, obviously a bit uncomfortable before she shook her head and let out a deep breath. "You ready, partner?"
[attr="class","CONTENT"] Roman's expression went blank when she mocked him about his outfit. "Hahaha." he let out slowly, lips arching into a frowny smile while the rest of his face rested. "I'm too old for this." he sighed, his eyes following her to the door and the officers. The moment he made eye contact he tilted his head back, bending his neck slightly backwards and let out a sigh of defeat. His ears perked up at her claim. "Oh, so this was your idea? Why not go for something like.. men in black? Or in your case woman in black. A nice suit. That's it. No embarrassment needed." Roman bantered, offering her an understanding smile.
'You ready, partner?'
The blonde nodded and started heading for the door to hold it open for Detective Traver. "Let's get out of here. At least at this illegal rave, no one will make fun of us." Hopefully, he thought. He couldn't even remember the last time he was wearing a costume. One hand grasped the door handle, pulling it open as he gestured for her to walk through. "After you, Agent Traver."
Roman followed her out of the office, a file in his hands, one he grabbed on their way out. As they walked to the car, a simple black sedan to look like they were civilians, he skipped through it. It didn't really contain vital information for anything so they would just go in blind and do what they could do to bust it. "You want to drive?"
His comment of being too old for this got a very unladylike grunt in response. "That makes two of us." She mumbled lightly. She wasn't old by any means, but she definitely felt that her days of running around in some questionable halloween costumes was over. That was a think of her early to mid twenties. Not for her in the past four years or so. This actually would be the first halloween she was celebrating in four years. Well, not really celebrating but dressing up for? That sounded a lot better. Because this was not really celebrating.
As he accursed her of picking the wrong costume. She scoffed at him. "And where was your suggestion then? Because I would have loved to have just worn a suit and black sunglasses over this. I mean... this isn't even what FBI agents wear..." That part was obvious. Even as she gestured down to herself, she knew that this was all really over exaggerated. Maybe this was the departments way of hazing her into their department. And the poor sergeant just got sucked into this for fun. She made her way through the door he held open, tossing him a small smirk as he called her 'Agent'. If only he knew.
She was glad that at least they were driving themselves. Not having to deal with others chuckling under their breaths at them. As he offered for her to drive, she nodded, opening her hands to catch keys he might toss her way. If he did, she'd pause long enough to say: "This just means I control the music, right?"
[attr="class","CONTENT"] Following her out of the door he shrugged after letting the door fall close. “No one asked me? I wasn’t in on these plans until just now.” he defended himself, ignoring the curious and amused eyes following them with every step until they were out of the building. “I mean I wouldn’t want to trade my uniform with those boring suits agents wear but anything would be better than the stripper version.” he pressed his lips together as he caught sight of himself in the side view mirror.
Roman tossed the keys over to her, walking around the car to the passenger's seat. He placed his elbows on the top of the car as he looked over it at Willa. “You do know the only acceptable song to play right now is Ghostbusters, right?” he said, and then opened the door and slipped inside, an amiable smile on his face.
“This kind of makes me feel like the strict parent who wants to embarrass their kid.” he muttered, pulling the seatbelt over him and clicking it into its place, adjusting the strap just slightly. He then softly slapped his thighs with the palms of his hands. “Let’s go. Let’s end the fun.” Roman announced, grimacing a little at his own words. Would he feel bad for the people attending the party? Mhm not really. It was illegal anyway, a felony, and while he might not mind as much during regular times he minded a lot during these horrible pandemic times.
He turned towards her, gesturing at the car or the inside of it. "At least they gave us a decent car. Could have been worse.. like a pink, tiger printed, SMART." he said, trying to lift the displeasure about their costumes just a little.
She laughed, shaking her head lightly. “Well, I guess I will have to take the blame on these then. But only on the concept of the outfits. Not the actual choices. I’ll be taking that up later with the chief.” She told him. A highly amused look crossed her face at his comments on the FBI suits. She rather liked them. Hell, it was the same suits that she wore as a detective when she was following up on cases or feeling a bit fancy that day. “Well, you look great there Sergeant. You could have a new career after this.” She teased lightly, catching the keys as she did so. Brow arching lightly at his suggestion on music.
“I might just take you up on your music suggestion.” She said as she unlocked the car and slipped into the drivers seat. She had to agree with him that she did feel like a strict parent. At least the ones that she had read about in books or online. Or heard about from friends. Willa had bounced around from foster care house to foster care house until she was able to get herself stated as an adult on her own. “Maybe we can have just a bit of fun before we actually have to be the party poopers.” She winked over at him before she got the car into gear and got them on the road.
At the description of the car they could have been given, a slender brow raised. A smile turning her lips upward and she glanced at him as he turned towards her. “Actually, I think a car like that would have made the night so much better. I just don’t think something that grand is within the budget.”
[attr="class","CONTENT"] Roman shook his head and laughed. "Honestly, I think I might be a little too old to have fun at parties. I’m definitely more of couch, pizza, and MBA guy." he said, pursing his lips inward and together. But he was ready to go and get it over with. Slapping his thighs gently with the palms of his hands he nodded and reached for the radio buttons. Since she agreed with his music suggestion he might as well look for it. At least for this one song. He ran through a couple of radio stations until he did find one that was starting to play Ghostbusters, the radio DJ announcing it just in time.
"What a bummer. Here I am, thinking I could at least get the full stripper experience." he exclaimed, grimacing softly at his own words, in response to her reaction to his car suggestion. A rather sarcastic and teasing grin was playing on his lips when he drummed against his thighs, waiting. As the song started playing Roman couldn’t help himself but bop to the melody. "If there's something strange in the neighborhood. Who you gonna call?" he sang quietly, not too loud, looking over at Willa who was driving, gesturing her the cue for the Ghostbusters part.
The drive to the warehouse was rather quiet, uneventful. Fortunately. Roman avoided looking into any of the mirrors but the windows would show him his awful reflection too and he couldn’t really escape those. He might have felt a little bit queasy about throwing himself into a bunch of youngsters partying. Lights shone in the darkness from afar, dancing around the sky here and there. He let out a sigh. "Why can't people just follow rules and not be stupid."
Willa arched a brow at him, her hands set tingly into their places on the steering wheel. "I don't see enough grays there Sergeant for you to say that you are 'too old' for Halloween." She said. It was a tease, though her voice stayed steady as she said it. No one was too old for Halloween in her opinion. She listened to him play with the radio for a moment and then a burst of laughter fell from her when Ghostbusters actually played through the stereo system. "Well I'll be damned." She chuckled. Sure it was halloween, but what kind of luck to actually come across that song and not 'monster mash' for the nine hundredth time.
"I mean, when we get to the party, if you feel the need to jump up on any stage they have and strip down... at least give me a heads up so I can advert my eyes." She definitely didn't think getting a show from someone who could be a superior officer would do her any good. So it was better that she keep her head down and just do what she needed to do for their mission. Maybe coax him for one dance in an appropriate way just for them to have a little bit of fun and blend in. Surely that would be acceptable. She twisted her head towards him as she saw him point at her, and she let her eyes flicker from his finger to his face. Before she faced the road once more with a smirk: "Ghostbusters!"
By the time Willa pulled them into the planned parking spot, she let out a small breath. Watching others sneak around and head towards the lights and music. "Because they are stupid. Did they really think that a patrol wouldn't come across this at least? They are as loud as a concert." She said, turning the engine off and flipping part of her long hair over her shoulder. "You ready?"
