Quarantine In L.A. (Night Walker, Jeannie, Cerek, MisterMarvelouserity)

"Conner Ericsson! Now there's a man I'm always happy to see!" One of Conner's business associates said, standing from a large, round table where at least four were already seated. He had a receding hairline, his nose a bit hooked. Conner smirked, taking his hand into his own and giving it a firm shake. "Pat Williams... Your head's as shiny as it's ever been." He joked, the man just shaking his head and chuckling. "Ah, Ericsson... You and that wit." The man replied, offering him a seat, along with two of Conner's employees . Once all were seated, they began business as usual.

Conner usually hated these long, tedious meetings... He preferred getting things done in a quick and easy fashion, with little wait or hesitation. However, this  place had probably the best food in L.A., if you could afford it. That was enough to get him to conduct business. Well, somewhat. He'd be a bit distracted from all the good stuff on his plate, but he was capable of trying, at least. "I've heard you're a bit hesitant towards our suggested partnership... I understand how threats of terrorism can induce paranoia in a man like yourself." Conner looked up from his menu at Pat's words, smirking. "Ah... No. I've dealt with much worse than terrorist threats, I can guarantee." He said simply, looking back down at his menu without another word.

The men who worked with Pat just looked at each other in confusion. "Well... May I ask what prompted your hesitation?" He asked, raising a brow. Conner, closing his menu, looked up at Pat with a much more serious expression than had been seen thus far. "Sir, I know you and your colleagues  are all about money, and increasing profit... But my company has a huge foot in issues that I genuinely care about. My whole family cares about. Let's put it this way... I have private yachts, mansions all across the state and then some... I don't need anymore money getting in the way of me trying to better this planet." He smiled after he made this speech, everyone looking somewhat shocked.

A mere moment later, a waiter came and brought appetizers,  which caused Conner's eyes to light up. "Ooh!
Croissants!" He reached out to grab a literal handful, just when a shrill scream pierced the air, and caused everyone to turn heads. What Conner saw was... Concerning, to say the least. A group of what he could only assume to be crazies were racing in-between tables, latching onto everyone who were too slow at getting away, biting into whatever flesh was exposed. It only took a couple minutes for the entire restaurant to be in a frenzied panic, people toppling over each other and over the tables as they struggled to get out through the emergency exits.

"What the Hell is going on!?" Pat exclaimed, backing away slowly, hesitant to run, for whatever reason. "I have no idea... Just go! Don't waste time!" Conner said to him, fists clenched. Pat looked at him strange. "Where are you going?" "To help everyone else get out safely, now go!" His lie appeared to be enough, Pat rushing for the exit as Conner practically ripped open his suit to reveal his blue costume underneath. As he activated his powers, the light blue zig-zag designs lit up, as well as the irises of his eyes. He pulled on his mask and gloves before anyone could notice, zipping towards the crazies without hesitation.

"Alright... What rabid dogs bit you guys, huh?" He quipped as he flew around the restaurant in a flash of neon blue electricity, zapping the strange people as he circled overhead. They jumped up to reach him, even climbing on top of each other to claw at his form. Each time Conner shocked one, they would tremor in place before collapsing in a heap.  This showed that they weren't too difficult to deal with, but he noticed something else. All that had been bitten by the crazies stood soon after, displaying similar symptoms. "The Hell...? What is this? Night of the Living Dead?" Conner asked aloud.

Swooping down, he clotheslined two of the apparent zombies, causing them to flip backwards from the impact. Conner, landing on his feet, turned and socked an approaching zombie in the face, before sending out an electric current which sent at least three flying back. He seemed to be holding his own, but it was turning into a game of hunt by numbers. And Conner wasn't going to last forever.

Jeannie was super excited she was finally got reservations for the new fancy restaurant she's been wanting to go to.  she just loved trying yummy new foods one of the best parts of traveling she thinks.

she had got to do some shopping early thinking she should dress up.   going to a fancy place she got a new dress

so she's enjoying her meal when all the sudden some wackiness broke out zombies! agh really why now stupid zombies why can't they just stay dead. then some sparkly blue guy popped up and started to zap the zombies.

yay I have time to finish dessert, ok keep up the good work bug zapper man I'll be right with you ok
she takes her time eating her cheesecake and watching the show of Sparky and the zombies.

umm that was great, I'll have to come here again, right so I can't let you dumb dumbs wreck the place.

Annoyed she gets up on the table and yells at the zombieshey just cause I'm perfect for the cute blonde role in scary movies doesn't mean you deadbeats have to come out of the woodwork every time I'm in la!

agh you're ruining my night do you know how hard it is to get reservations here your going to pay, and you better not mess up my dress or I'll make you wish you stayed dead!!!!!!!!!!!!
she then starts throwing knives forks, plates spoons, sporks, chairs and whatever else she can find at the zombies

"Oh, come the frickity frack on." Bartholomew pushed the run-down jukebox in the corner back and forth, hoping that the act of force might make it have the results he hoped for. "NO DISCO?! What kind of establishment is this? What ever happened to, I don't know, standards? I demand my money back now. In fact, you can have your food back."

Bartholomew spun around and spat out the bits and pieces remaining of cake he had just finished eating, firing it at a random customer who had their back turned to him. He wasn't one to usually act out like this, and take his anger out in such a manner. But he had enough of this "new modern world", and was done with having the various bad days that just kept coming to him. After cooling down and realizing how immature he was acting, he went to apologize to the target of his forcibly-shared food and try to turn his own string of bad luck around. Unfortunately for the man of groove, things were only about to get worse.

"Hey dude, sorry about all that jazz. It wasn't a real hip thing to do, and see, my day has been kind of spotty..." Bartholomew put his hand on the shoulder on the overweight customer, who seemed to be in the middle of enjoying his meal. Bartholomew was hoping the hand on the shoulder would be a reassuring nice gesture. Instead, he was met by the surprise of the man's head turning around and revealing a blood-covered mouth, as a young woman was revealed to be sitting in front of him and had apparently not only been his victim, but his meal. "What in the dazzling blazes-okay, what kind of establishment is this really? I really can't get behind these times.

Broken from his train of thought and personal quest for a good disco tune thanks to his Funk-Sense going off the charts, he soon realized that the entire restaurant was full of customers gone crazy, eating any other human they could get their hands on. It was quickly apparent to Bartholomew what was going on.

"Great, it's another one of those 1978 type outbreaks again. Geez, what is it with these zombie infections and always breaking out after just going away. You'd think they'd create a vaccine or something. Bartholomew jumped onto on of the nearby chairs and tipped it in such a manner that he could then easily jump into the air, and after adding a little twirl, land on the table. Yo, customers who couldn't wait for the proper food. You're all about to be forcibly kicked out. So either get your business together and sorted. Otherwise, I got one word for you...SHAFUNK!!

His body glowing rapidly as if a human light-show, he put one hand in his pocket and pointed one finger at the amassed crowd of citizens that were likely infected with...well, something, if his previous adventuring experience was anything to go by. As his costume formed around him and the light died down, he waved them on, as he cracked a smile that was almost visible from outside his outfit.

"Now who wants first bite?"

The sun was hellish enough in this place, roving crowds of tightly packed people did not help her frustrated disposition. Aria stopped by a dive bar disregarding the thug like patrons standing at the entrance looking her over. She sat at the bar which was understandably vacant, the combination of spilled alcohol, puke and possibly urine was enough to frighten even the rats away. Without raising her head from her hoodie she hits the table.

"Scotch, straight."

The bartender a rather buxom, mature red head with a Motorhead t-shirt one size too small comes over a few seconds later with her drink. Aria sits quietly for a few moments anyways until the doorway is abruptly and loudly pushed open. In walks the same group of primitive looking people from just outside with their gaze fixed on Aria. Out of the corner of her eye Aria notices the group though she has little interest.

"Hey sweet stuff, what brings you to a place like this now?"

One particularly drunk man says starting to get uncomfortably close. Another one stands behind her and one sits on the other side so she is surrounded.

"I was just sitting here waiting for some wasted,fat, ugly ass hat to  try a cheap line on me... so thanks."

Aria gulps down the rest of her drink and sighs, she pulls out a few crumpled bills from her pocket and pays leaving a small tip. The drunk guy visibly upset at Aria's rejection stands up getting closer to her face.

"What kinda bitch are you turning me down like that? Bet you wouldn't be so smug if I smacked you."

Aria laughs and snorts a bit at the notion of this fat, drunk, slob being able to put a hand on her.

"Buddy you better keep that hand to yourself, it's the only girl you'll be getting action from."

The other guys accidentally let out a laugh which they quickly stifle when they see the look on the big drunk dudes face. The drunk winds his hand up as if trying to scare her but only receiving a smirk in return. Further angered he swings at her hard missing by a mile as Aria steps to the side. A bit taken back at first he tries again to hit her but Aria easily dodges with her hands in her pockets. When he tries again Aria headbutts his fist producing two loud sounds, one of bones breaking like glass the other a shriek from the drunk man now on the floor.

The other two coming to back up their friend try and grab Aria from behind only to an ax kick to the chin for one and an elbow to the gut for the other. One of the friends stands up and tries to hit her with a bottle but his hand is caught mid swing and Aria throws him behind the bar. Aria stands over the crippled men with an expression of pity.

"I feel like I beat up a child having a tantrum... you'd think the bartender would say something geez. Come to think of it, she's been awfully passive about all thi..."

Just then from behind the bar comes a violent loud scream from one of the drunkards friends and the sound of chewing on bone and flesh. Aria jumps back startled and raises her fists instinctively, she backs up far enough to get a look at the mirror behind the bar.

"What?... WHAT?! You cant be serious! Oh that's just."

Aria gags a bit.

The sound of the gagging silences the chewing sound and like a demon from perdition behind the bar rises the bartender. Stone cold dead with cloudy eyes and pale skin. She jumps over the bar charging at Aria. Aria in a gut reaction slams her fist right through the bartenders face. Panicked and confused Aria runs outside only to be met with a scene of chaos as people scream and yell running around trying to get away from the living dead.

"... What the hell?"  

Voltage tried not to pay the woman throwing random objects at the zombies too much attention. However, it was hard not to pay her attention. Especially when the zombies all came charging towards her, the silverware and plates not doing anything to slow them down, except bounce off of their bodies and generally annoy them. "Lady! What are you doing!? Get out of here!" Conner growled, lifting his hands and electrocuting the ones that came towards her.

He found himself distracted now, barely having time to react to a zombie readying to latch itself onto his neck. He placed a hand against its skull, filling it full of electricity. It crumpled to the ground once he was done, the electric man walking up to face her. "Look, I get it, playing hero is probably very fun. But I've got this, ok?" He asked, almost sounding as if he was speaking down to her, like a child. Out of nowhere...

SHAFUNK!!!

Sure enough, Voltage looked over to see what could only be assumed to be Disco Man, or something like that. What was even going on here? Did he slip into an alternate dimension, where everything weird existed? He had to review in his mind for a moment... A crazy blonde, throwing plates, zombie hordes, and a disco-themed superhero. He wondered if maybe he had to pinch himself to wake up... Well, he didn't honestly know if he wanted to. If this was a dream, it sure was fun thus far.

"I've never done acid before, but I imagine this is what it feels like..." He murmured, deciding to let the guy handle all of the zombies that came his way. He turned his attention to the front entrance, faintly spotting some people running in the streets, as well as screams, and audible sirens in the distance. "Whole city's gone nuts,
huh...? Well, it just might be Night of the Living Dead..."

Voltage turned back to Jeannnie. "Look, I don't know who you are, or how many screws are loose in that pretty little head, but... I don't know, go hide, or something." He told her. He then looked at the other gentleman. "And you... You've got this covered." With a shrug, he turned towards the glass doors of the entrance, taking off in a streak of blue lightening. He burst through the glass doors, looking around.

In a matter of moments, cars were up in flames, some collided with buildings in the chaos. A group of zombies that had been trying to claw their way into a family's parked vehicle had turned their attention to Voltage, and charged towards him. He dropped to his feet, fighting off the monsters with his fists before firing a ball of electricity at the rest, which exploded on impact. He flew through the streets, looking for anyone else that needed help.

hide ok guess I can do that, I'm Jeannie nice to meet you Mr. lightning bug, hey looky a giant glowy worm  she points to the disco man.

neat how are you guys so glowy? well guess I'll look for a good hiding place then she looks around and decides the Kitchen would be nice there'd be snacks  and bigger knives and stuff in case the zombies find her

Aria's instincts took over for the most part still coupled with panic. In what seemed like minutes the streets erupted into what looked like a war zone. Cars burning, some with people or corpses inside. Blood stains and pools everywhere as people darted in every direction. In the crowds Aria could see living corpses eating the flesh of the living as they screamed in agony. The smell of burning flesh was strong enough for a small gag reflex but Aria quickly steadied herself. Her first though was to clear a way out of this blood bath so she could get a better look at the situation from higher up.

"I need higher ground, but shit it's all sky scrappers."

Just then from out of nowhere a plate comes smashing to the ground right beside her making Aria raise her fists in a combat stance instantly.

"What the shit?!... A plate?"

Aria looks up with a confused expression almost expecting another one to drop down on her head. As she looks up a zombie manages to sneak up behind her with it's quiet shamble and grab on to her shoulder going to bite her neck. Aria reacts instantly flipping it over her shoulder and twisteing it's head in a complete 180. Two more come limping after her, she roundhouse kicks one snaping it's neck backwards and grabs the others head smashing it into her knee caving in its face. She quickly bolts out of the streets punching and kicking through the undead as she goes like a warrior giving all she has. Before long however she starts to become surrounded fighting even harder to keep them at bay.

"AHHH! Come on then! You want a piece of me?! I'll rip you all apart!"

Just when it seemed like Aria's luck had all but run out, Voltage swooped down from seemingly nowhere, glowing blue with electricity pulsating all around him. Lifting his hands and feet to the small crowd gathered around her, he let loose a stream of bolts that struck almost all of the zombies, sending them into seizures before collapsing around her. One limped up at her side, arms outstretched and jaws open for a big bite. Voltage came charging in, however, slamming the zombie against the side of a delivery truck that happened to be nearby, in which the thing slumped to the ground. As it got back up, the blue-clad electric man placed a hand on its head, filling it full of lightning, practically frying it.

"Well... I guess that's a done deal." Voltage wiped his hands clean, turning to her with a nod in greeting. "You good? No bites, no scratches? Because from watching you up there, you're scary, zombie or not." He mused, holding out his hand. "Voltage. It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, m'lady." He said, obviously trying to use some of that billionaire charm here. It seemed to work with most ladies, but this one seemed different. A lot less tolerant when it came to bullshit.

With that, he tried to leave the topic behind entirely, looking down at the plate on the ground which had caused her distraction to begin with. He looked back at the restaurant, unable to stifle a soft chuckle as he glanced back at the shattered plate on the ground. "Oh, uh... Crazy blonde in that restaurant over there. Tried being tough, throwing plates and forks and whatnot at zombies..." He explained. Still, this was far as all Hell for a simple, tossed plate to travel. That girl had one Hell of a throwing arm, evidently. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I've gotta go find out what's turning my city into flesh-eating monsters." With that, he began to walk off.

Aria stares back at Voltage with a look one might give a father who just made a terrible joke. She sighs and flicks away his hand.

"You talk too much, I'm not staying around to be dinner."

Aria leaps up pushing herself with psionic energy to reach the top of a duplex building. Unfortunately the creatures were indeed everywhere, even on the tops of houses. She punches and kicks her way past them only to hear a familiar scream.

"... Jeannie?"

Aria ? Jeannie hopes out of the hiding spot she found in one of the kitchen cabinets. she smiles holding a chicken leg she'd been eating on in one hand and a giant butcher knife in the other. she was happy to see a friendly face.

hello,want some? she holds up the chicken legs. what's going on I was just trying to have a nice dinner and everything went all resident evil!
it's nice to see you again though, wish it was under better circumstances. crazy evil dead zombies where Bruce Campbell
when you need him

(She's not in the same building yet She just heard you yell)

"This meal is not following the tune I was trying to set up..." Marvelouserity was finishing his glass of wine/soda mixed drink as he retreated for the heavily covered ground of zombies (or Deadies, or Fleshmates, or whatever these creature were called), walking above the ground thanks to the creation of floating music notes beneath himself. As he finished the last sips of his drink he began throwing music note energy attacks to the ground, as he found another supposed "meta" on the top of another building.

Almost like he was slicking his hair back, he used some of the drink to clean up his look, the effect of cleaning his look made slightly harder thanks to the red helmet covering his face. It was important to make a good impression, he was new to this timeline, and he was going to need allies in his fight for justice in this period, just like his days in the past. Or, the once past. Damn, he hated cosmic retcons. Adjusting his white coat that he still found troubling to get used to he jumped off a note and onto the roof of a nearby building, landing right next to a stranger, back to back, all while throwing music notes at various surrounding zombies.

"Hey groovy child. Name's Grandmister Marvelouserity, the ZXth in my line. Glad to meet you. Seems our head is in the same game. Ready to do some basic clean up?"

Voltage just stared after her, a bit taken by surprise. He knew she was probably all business, but he didn't expect her to be so... Abrasive. That was just rude. Secondly, he had no idea she could rocket-jump. He thought at first that she just had her fists at her disposal, not powers to add to that. In a way, it made her lose a couple of badass points. Knowing that there were more pressing matters at hand, he jumped into the air, using the electricity that shot from his feet to propel him through the air.

He made a round through that general part of the city near the restaurant, noticing immediately that this... Infection had spread much farther than that. Police sped through the street in armored cars, entire SWAT teams organized to try and fight the threat. There had to be a source for all of this. However, he wouldn't find out anytime soon. Blockades were being set up near every heavily populated area of the city, and it seemed that the restaurant in particular was being isolated from the rest of the city.

Having nothing left to do, he headed back to the restaurant, where he last saw the blonde and the disco-guy. Luckily, the woman he encountered moments earlier and him happened to be on a nearby rooftop. Well, she was. He just kinda... Floated. He flew over, hovering beside them and crossing his arms. "So... We have a problem." He started off. "The police are blockading everything off. Basically, we're stuck here. So, unless either of you have brilliant ideas just waiting for me, be prepared to hold them off until further notice."

He heard the same scream that Aria did, and immediately rolled his eyes. She's still alive? He thought to himself. Turning back to the raven-haired woman, he scratched the back of his head. "She... A friend of yours?"

huh, Jeannie wonders how long Mr. lightning bug expects her to hide, she was getting bored, well at lest she found a hiding place with snacks

Aria takes a look at the madness below wondering how a disease could move so fast and do so much damage, the pure scent of the rising gore in the summer heat was becoming overwhelming as well. Aria focused her mind and turned to the dude in the gaudy super suit.

"Yeah she is, I'm going up there to get her and we're going to fight our way outta of this mess. If you're looking for the hero type I ain't it friend... But I tell you what, you help us get out past the blockade and I'll follow orders."

With that Aria focuses her psionic energy into her musculature increasing the strength so she can leap across to the building she heard Jeannie's voice and start scaling upwards to her. As she climbed she noticed inside the structure was a similar chaos to what was happening in the street. A splatter of blood suddenly comes across a window shes looking in making her eyes go wide in surprise, followed quickly by a young womans face slamming into the glass and falling down. What followed next could only be descried as the a group of carnivores chewing and gnawing on a motionless corpse.