Template:Comms Outcasts

{| style="width:100%; font-size:10pt; border:2px solid rgb(80,80,80); border-spacing:2px" ! colspan="2" style="text-align:center; background-color:#2A2724; color:white" | "Two Outcasts scouting for communities" Downtown West (1907, 2311) ! colspan="2" style="text-align:center; background-color:#000000; color:white" | OUTCAST MEMBER 1: Hey, uh, we found a small cistern hidden in a park on I Street. It looks pretty well maintained, so we're figuring someone's still using it.
 * style="width:50%; text-align:center; background-color:#2A2724; color:white" | Cistern
 * style="width:50%; text-align:center; background-color:#2A2724; color:white" | Cistern

OUTCAST MEMBER 2: You found a what?

OUTCAST MEMBER 1: A small cistern. Probably about forty or fifty gallons.

OUTCAST MEMBER 2: What's a cistern?

OUTCAST MEMBER 1: Are you kidding me? It's like a tank.

OUTCAST MEMBER 2: Then why didn't you call it tank?

OUTCAST MEMBER 1: Because it's a goddamn cistern. For catching rainwater. Anyway, the point is, it looks like it's being used, so can you send somebody up here with something to poison it with?

OUTCAST MEMBER 2: You could have just mentioned that right away instead of showing off your damn vocabulary.

OUTCAST MEMBER 1: It's a freaking cistern! That's what it's called. Do you call an ambulance a van? No, because there's a word for it: ambulance. Just send the fucking poison. Jesus. ! colspan="2" style="text-align:center; border:2px solid rgb(80,80,80); border-spacing:2px; background-color:#2A2724; color:white" | "Outcasts deliver a message to Campus leader Henry Hayes" Foggy Bottom (1931, 2427) ! colspan="2" style="text-align:center; background-color:#000000; color:white" | OUTCAST MEMBER: Hey, I'm trying to get a hold of Henry Hayes.
 * style="width:50%; text-align:center; background-color:#2A2724; color:white" | Message for Henry
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HENRY HAYES: You're talking to him. Who's this?

OUTCAST MEMBER: Mr. Hayes, I've got a message for you.

HENRY HAYES: Who from?

OUTCAST MEMBER: Emeline Shaw.

HENRY HAYES: I'm not much interested in anything she or the rest of you have to say.

OUTCAST MEMBER: You have a young lady by the name of Natalie go missing couple days ago?

I'll take that as a yes. Emeline figured you might be worried about her.

HENRY HAYES: I swear on all that's holy, you shitheads hurt her...

OUTCAST MEMBER: What? You'll do what exactly?

HENRY HAYES: Why are you doing this?

OUTCAST MEMBER: You're probably thinking about payback, aren't you?

HENRY HAYES: Goddamn right.

OUTCAST MEMBER: Well, this is payback. It's fuckin' justice. And all of you cowards are gonna get a taste.

Does it hurt? You think this is suffering? You have no idea. But you will. Soon enough. Be seeing you, Henry Hayes. ! colspan="2" style="text-align:center; border:2px solid rgb(80,80,80); border-spacing:2px; background-color:#2A2724; color:white" | "Outcast decide to keep a survivor" Foggy Bottom (1596, 1828) ! colspan="2" style="text-align:center; background-color:#000000; color:white" | OUTCAST MEMBER 1: God damn it stinks.
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OUTCAST MEMBER 2: Of course it does. What do you expect?

OUTCAST MEMBER 1: How many of them in there?

OUTCAST MEMBER 2: I don't know. Fifteen? I wasn't counting.

OUTCAST MEMBER 1: You kill 'em all?

OUTCAST MEMBER 2: We left one girl alive. We'll send her off to the Campus to tell them what she witnessed.

OUTCAST MEMBER 1: That's good thinking.

OUTCAST MEMBER 2: Emeline's idea, not mine. ! colspan="2" style="text-align:center; border:2px solid rgb(80,80,80); border-spacing:2px; background-color:#2A2724; color:white" | "An infected civilian argues with one of Ridgeway's True Sons about the distribution of rations" Foggy Bottom (1772, 1711) ! colspan="2" style="text-align:center; background-color:#000000; color:white" | CONTAMINATED CIVILIAN: We're running out of food and water! We don't have enough blankets to go around!
 * style="width:50%; text-align:center; background-color:#2A2724; color:white" | Rations
 * style="width:50%; text-align:center; background-color:#2A2724; color:white" | Rations

JTF SOLDIER: Yeah? Things are tough all over.

CONTAMINATED CIVILIAN: People are dying!

JTF SOLDIER: No shit, motherfucker. It's the fucking apocalypse.

CONTAMINATED CIVILIAN: I bet you're still getting rations.

JTF SOLDIER: Damn straight. I eat like a king.

CONTAMINATED CIVILIAN: You're diverting supplies meant for us, aren't you!

JTF SOLDIER: Don't look at me, man. I ain't diverting shit. I'm just trying to do my job. ! colspan="2" style="text-align:center; border:2px solid rgb(80,80,80); border-spacing:2px; background-color:#2A2724; color:white" | "Emeline plots with other people in quarantine to take over the island" Foggy Bottom (1392, 1173) ! colspan="2" style="text-align:center; background-color:#000000; color:white" | EMELINE SHAW: They're afraid of us. We can use that against them.
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 * style="width:50%; text-align:center; background-color:#2A2724; color:white" | Plotting

CONTAMINATED CIVILIAN: They have assault rifles that they can use against us.

EMELINE SHAW: We're going to die here if we don't do something.

CONTAMINATED CIVILIAN: Commiting suicide isn't really solving the problem.

HARLAN LLOYD: We can win if we take them by surprise. There's only a handful of guards left on the island.

CONTAMINATED CIVILIAN: Great. You're taking her side?

EMELINE SHAW: There's only one side. And we're all on it. We were put here. ! colspan="2" style="text-align:center; border:2px solid rgb(80,80,80); border-spacing:2px; background-color:#2A2724; color:white" | "Emeline speaks with a member of the True Sons, her Outcasts have captured" Constitution Hall (1762, 2274) ! colspan="2" style="text-align:center; background-color:#000000; color:white" | TRUE SONS MEMBER: Ugh aghh...
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CONTAMINATED CIVILIAN 1: You're fixing to piss me off.

CONTAMINATED CIVILIAN 2: Miss Emeline?

EMELINE SHAW: Is this the wretch you spoke of?

CONTAMINATED CIVILIAN 2: Yes. He surrendered. After we killed the rest of his squad.

TRUE SONS MEMBER: I didn't do nothing to you people. I wasn't even in DC till a month ago.

EMELINE SHAW: You don't seem very loyal to your commander.

TRUE SONS MEMBER: Lady, I'm just trying to survive. True Sons seemed like the safest bet.

EMELINE SHAW: Is that so?

TRUE SONS MEMBER: I got no allegiance to them. I can be useful to you.

EMELINE SHAW: You expect me to trust a man who would switch sides so easily?

TRUE SONS MEMBER: Give me a chance! I'll show you!

EMELINE SHAW: Send his head to the General. Let the river have the rest of him. ! colspan="2" style="text-align:center; border:2px solid rgb(80,80,80); border-spacing:2px; background-color:#2A2724; color:white" | "Outcasts murder civilians for being "complicit" in their suffering" Constitution Hall (1658, 2007) ! colspan="2" style="text-align:center; background-color:#000000; color:white" | OUTCASTS MEMBER 1: Get down on the goddamn floor! Now!
 * style="width:50%; text-align:center; background-color:#2A2724; color:white" | Complicit
 * style="width:50%; text-align:center; background-color:#2A2724; color:white" | Complicit

THEATER CIVILIAN: Why are you doing this?

OUTCASTS MEMBER 1: You too! On the floor!

OUTCASTS MEMBER 2: You are accused of complicity. Of standing by as your neighbors, innocent of any crime or wrongdoing, were rounded up and forced into brutal isolation, starved and left to die.

THEATER CIVILIAN: We didn't do anything!

OUTCASTS MEMBER 1: That's exactly the point!

OUTCASTS MEMBER 2: For your crimes, your lives are judged to be forfeit. ! colspan="2" style="text-align:center; border:2px solid rgb(80,80,80); border-spacing:2px; background-color:#2A2724; color:white" | "Emeline provides her doctor with her blood to build a weapon" Constitution Hall (1658, 2007) ! colspan="2" style="text-align:center; background-color:#000000; color:white" | OUTCASTS MEMBER: I didn't think it was possible for someone to an asymptomatic carrier of smallpox. But Green Poison also isn't a natural strain of the virus.
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 * style="width:50%; text-align:center; background-color:#2A2724; color:white" | Asymptomatic

EMELINE SHAW: But why do you need a blood sample?

OUTCASTS MEMBER: We're going to use it.

EMELINE SHAW: To make a vaccine?

OUTCASTS MEMBER: To make a weapon.

EMELINE SHAW: To infect people?

OUTCASTS MEMBER: Of course.

EMELINE SHAW: Good. ! colspan="2" style="text-align:center; border:2px solid rgb(80,80,80); border-spacing:2px; background-color:#2A2724; color:white" | "A young JTF soldier is being interrogated and asked why they didn't stop Ridgeway and the others" Downtown West (2006, 1798) ! colspan="2" style="text-align:center; background-color:#000000; color:white" | EMELINE SHAW: Is this the one from the boat?
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OUTCASTS MEMBER: Yeah. Tried jumping overboard. We fished him out the river.

EMELINE SHAW: What happened to his nose?

OUTCASTS MEMBER: He wouldn't stop jabbering.

EMELINE SHAW: Get that gag off him.

JTF SOLDIER: Fucking murderers!

OUTCASTS MEMBER: Now there's a pot talking to a kettle.

EMELINE SHAW: You know what happened here, don't you, soldier?

JTF SOLDIER: Colonel Ridgeway was arrested for that! We were bringing you supplies!

EMELINE SHAW: You mean to tell me you never heard a single rumor about how bad things were here?

Your guilt is clear. ! colspan="2" style="text-align:center; border:2px solid rgb(80,80,80); border-spacing:2px; background-color:#2A2724; color:white" | "Emeline explains who she believes is responsible for the Roosevelt Island quarantine" Downtown West (2275, 1972) ! colspan="2" style="text-align:center; background-color:#000000; color:white" | OUTCASTS MEMBER: What are we supposed to do now?
 * style="width:50%; text-align:center; background-color:#2A2724; color:white" | Condemnation
 * style="width:50%; text-align:center; background-color:#2A2724; color:white" | Condemnation

EMELINE SHAW: Seek justice.

OUTCASTS MEMBER: How?

EMELINE SHAW: Relentlessly. And without mercy.

We were victimized. But we don't have to remain victims. We were imprisoned. But we don't have to remain prisoners.

OUTCASTS MEMBER: You can say whatever you want, but doesn't mean we can do anything about it.

EMELINE SHAW: Our enemies are right across that river. They tore us away from our families. Locked us in here. Starved us. Deprived us. Assaulted and murdered us. But it's not just them. It's also the ones that signed the orders. Who decided this was an acceptable solution. And it's the ones - all the ones - who stood by and let it happen. Doing nothing.

I want justice. And so I condemn them. All of them. And I will not rest until they are punished. ! colspan="2" style="text-align:center; border:2px solid rgb(80,80,80); border-spacing:2px; background-color:#2A2724; color:white" | "An Outcast asks Emeline when it will end" West Potomac Park (947, 1525) ! colspan="2" style="text-align:center; background-color:#000000; color:white" | OUTCASTS MEMBER: Where does it end?
 * style="width:50%; text-align:center; background-color:#2A2724; color:white" | Emeline's End
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EMELINE SHAW: Where does what end?

OUTCASTS MEMBER: This.

EMELINE SHAW: It doesn't. It won't. Not for me.

OUTCASTS MEMBER: It has to end somewhere.

EMELINE SHAW: It ends when I wake up and this was all just a terrible dream. And my daughter is still here. And she didn't die alone. Calling out for me. Or too far gone to notice I wasn't there, beside her. Nothing can make that right. Not ever. And until it's right, it won't end. ! colspan="2" style="text-align:center; border:2px solid rgb(80,80,80); border-spacing:2px; background-color:#2A2724; color:white" | "Emeline forces one of her Outcasts to confront his wife's killer" West Potomac Park (1190, 1400) ! colspan="2" style="text-align:center; background-color:#000000; color:white" | EMELINE SHAW: Take the knife.
 * style="width:50%; text-align:center; background-color:#2A2724; color:white" | Humanity
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OUTCASTS MEMBER: I don't know if I can do this.

EMELINE SHAW: Yes, you can. Take it.

Good. Very good. Don't be afraid.

OUTCASTS MEMBER: I am afraid.

EMELINE SHAW: I know you are. I understand. You look at this wretched thing and you see a human being. And how could you hurt a human being? Do you know this man?

OUTCASTS MEMBER: No.

TRUE SONS MEMBER: Screams

EMELINE SHAW: Tell him what you did.

TRUE SONS MEMBER: Screams

EMELINE SHAW: Tell him.

TRUE SONS MEMBER: I killed a woman.

EMELINE SHAW: Why did you kill her?

TRUE SONS MEMBER: I told her to get back. She wouldn't listen.

EMELINE SHAW: So what did you do?

TRUE SONS MEMBER: Hit her. With my rifle butt. She screamed at me. Spat blood on me. So I hit her again. Till she stopped screaming.

EMELINE SHAW: Because she didn't listen to you.

TRUE SONS MEMBER: Goddamn right! That's goddamn right!

EMELINE SHAW: Her name was Vivian Harper.

OUTCASTS MEMBER: No... No! Murderer!

TRUE SONS MEMBER: Screams

EMELINE SHAW: Our enemies are not human. Not anymore. They traded their humanity to survive. They roped us to an altar as a sacrifice so that they would be spared. But we slipped our bonds. And now they must be judged! And punished!