There'll be trouble when the kidz come out

[lucetimods]

Who: All remaining draftees
What: Zombies! Zombies! Zombies!
When: The 29th to 31st
Where: Vaskoth
Summary: Please read here for event information
Rating: B for BRRAAAIIIINSSSS

On the 29th, the Malnosso announce over the radios that the power cap will be lifted to a full 100%. Carol broadcasts a message.

On the 30th, the Malnosso declare Vaskoth completely lost. Those with radio access will discover that the enclosure is to be bombed.

On the 31st, survivors will have one last chance to evacuate or try to find the cure. 3PM is do or die.

Comments

[endgames]

Yeah... [And he trails off, picking up faintly on the noise.]

[dangerouswind]

[Lalala, what noise?] It's a toaster, Shikamaru. Are you going to throw it at them?

[endgames]

[Yeah, that's definitely that sound of foot shuffles. He waves a hand, trying to get her attention.]

Temari - quiet.

[dangerouswind]

[Obviously, he's waving his hand because he doesn't want to answer her about the toaster.]

Why do you want it?

[endgames]

Temari. Zombies.

[dangerouswind]

[You make no sense.] I know that much. [Of course he wouldn't want the toaster for something like, oh, toast.]

[endgames]

[He slaps his forehead, fiercely whispering.]

No, Temari. There are zombies.

[dangerouswind]

[She's tired and he's stating the obvious.

And she's catching about every other word.]

Yeah. They're everywhere. I've noticed.

1/2

[endgames]

[--DAMMIT WOMAN.]

Lower your--!

[He's backing towards her, in the deeper shadows cast by the wall in instinct. Shit, they're close now and she won't shut up-]

keywords relevant

[endgames]

[Oh fuck it, they're about to die. He grabs her shoulders and goes with the first idea guaranteed at success in silencing her that comes to mind.

So uh. That would be kissing her.]

1/... a few. I'll let you know. Nice keywords.

[dangerouswind]

[There's a split second before the, uh, grabbing and kissing when she realizes they've not been communicating as effectively as they should.

Oh.

Maybe she should-- ]

STILL GOING.

[dangerouswind]

[...

...

................. murf]

ALMOST.

[dangerouswind]

[Excuse me.

WTF R U DOIN'?

She has shut up, though.]

STILL WITH ME? One more.

[dangerouswind]

[Okay.

Okay.

... No, this is okay.

Wait. No it's not.

THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, NARA? THERE ARE ZOMBIES.

Moron.]

Done. Somehow, the "killing you" icon seems appropriate.

[dangerouswind]

[Fuck you, Nara. No one distracts her like that. It's not fair. Her hands come up, grabs him by the shoulders--

--and she kisses him. Hard.

That's how you kiss, you moron.]

1/2

[endgames]

[Wait.

What. What are we doing he was just trying to keep you quiet and wow. Okay.]

SOMEHOW

[endgames]

[Okay. Let's do this for real.

And only his ears can pick up on it, but the shamblers are shuffling on.]

[dangerouswind]

[Well, that's one way to avoid the zombies.

Let's see if she can make you shut up, Shikamaru. Are your knees wobbling yet? Because she'll try harder.]

[endgames]

[IS THIS A COMPETITION NOW.

Because you know, he is very good at games. And by his guess, he can stretch this for another good twenty seconds while the zombies pass before he has no excuse.

He's also spent over a year since that Valentine's even trying to convince himself he's not attracted to this woman, that he couldn't love her.

(She doesn't respect me. She never will. How could we have a relationship if she doesn't respect me?)

Maybe the past few months have changed that. Maybe they haven't, and this will be his only chance. He brushes a lock of her out of her face (and he swore he'd never want a woman so beautiful), and kisses back unabashed.

If it is it'll be okay. Because he'll make it count.]

[dangerouswind]

[YES IT IS. Kinda. Maybe.

For her, right now? What zombies? She's ignoring them the same way she's been ignoring Shikamaru for months on end. They're there, sure, but nothing special. Nothing worth getting excited over.

And then she had to rely on him. Was that it?

Or is she just caught up in the act here?

Whatever it is, she's decided that she doesn't care. Not right now. This doesn't need to end yet. She'll figure it all out later, because there's a tenderness (his fingertips brush her face and, huh, she doesn't not like it) and a need and a want that she won't deny.

Damn you, Nara. She hates feeling this way, so... so dependent.

But whatever. It's not important right now. This moment is good. Forget all else, sort it out later, and revel in the moment. Her hand cups the back of his neck, pulls him closer. (They're already so close.)

This is good.

Maybe.]

[endgames]

[Too close, too warm. Too much of what he wants.

He wants to go home. But war is waiting for them too, a war much like this if what Lee says is true. He wants to go and never fight in a war again, and he wants to remember this and he wants them to find a porch they can sit on and grow old together, like he hears people from other worlds do.

Or maybe that's just in the stories Masaomi likes to read. But he wants, he wants, he wants.

And so he holds her, one hand cupping the side of her face and the other on the small of her back. Catches her upper lip between his and... makes himself break it.

This is a war, and they can't forget. He breaks apart from her, nose brushing against hers as he cocks his head to the side to listen for the threat outside.]

[dangerouswind]

[She's silent when he breaks the kiss, her fingers sliding from his neck to his shoulder. She almost forgot.

Forgot where they were, what they were up against, what was happening. Dangerous. (In more ways than one and what the hell were they thinking? They weren't, apparently, and maybe it wasn't so bad. It wasn't so bad.)

He's listening, she can tell. She watches him, gaze unerring and lets him be her guide here. He'd lectured her on the value of allies when she'd come back from death and, though she'd never heard them, those words still ring in her head. (She hears them; can always give inflection and tone to his words. She'd never wondered at it. Just chalked it up to long association with him. Maybe it had been more.)

Allies. She has to remind herself of it.

This is war. They can't be distracted. Allies and they can't afford to be more than that. Not now.]

[endgames]

[He catches the leathery, squishy sound of flesh on metal, but doesn't pinpoint that it's not coming from outside but up until the vent is crashing and two zombies are dropping from above.

He dodges quickly - Temari should be able to as well - and is instantly armed. He has... no idea how the hell those guys got into the ventilation shaft but he's not going to worry about it.]

Well! That worked for a minute.

[Haha, that was great right? >> Okay let's handle these guys. Yeah.]

[dangerouswind]

[You are the smoothest, Nara.

... Not that she can talk, because oh shit where'd her staff drop to oh it's at her feet and oh should kill that zombie and why the hell can't she think?

Must be over-tired. Yeah, that's it.

Just... gonna knock that zombie's head around until it's all turned the wrong way, okay? Yep.]

[endgames]

[Shikamaru will let her handle that - she can't figure out what he's saying if she won't look at him - to dig the matches out of the blender for this shiny molotov cocktail. He can hear the ones out in the hall so this is going to be tight.

When he's done, he ducks under her staff as she's swinging it to tap her on the shoulder.]

Time to go!