Event Log - Malnosso World

[lucetimods]

Who: Everybody!
What: A field trip for the entirety of Luceti!
When: October 27th, until the end of November 2nd
Where: The Happiest Place on the Moon, Malnosso World!
Summary: So you remember all those times Luceti was transformed into Luceti Land? Welcome to Malnosso World, Luceti Land's bigger, cooler brother. Be sure to keep all hands inside the rides at all times, and refer to your map if you get lost. Trust me, you'll get lost.
Rating: F for Fun!

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[z_jay]

[He watched Sam for another few seconds, purposefully leaving his face expressionless before he glanced away with a snerk]

So, Jack didn't tell you about Elvis?

[but then his curiosity grew, first at the mention of Sam's Chinese culinary skill and next at the cooking habits of Simon. He shouldn't be surprised... with a body like Simon's, he didn't have much in the way of fried foods or lots of calories, but...]

I'm having difficulty picturing this as reality. The only time I've seen him cooking is when he had the housewarming.

[voiceinthedark]

What about Elvis?

[He gives Eugene a curious look. No, he definitely hadn't heard about that.]

Yeah but let's face it, we have people who do the cooking at Abel, keep us all on our rations. He's not bad really when he has the ingredients. Some of those health shake things look pretty awful though.

[z_jay]

If he hasn't told you, I'm not telling you.

[he grinned and shrugged, shoving both his hands in his pockets]

Oh, God, don't remind me about Abel rations. I know they were necessary but do you realize just how-- how... ugh. Ugh... what I wouldn't give to cook something up in those kitchens once in a while.

[But yeah, standing all day on crutches to cook wasn't exactly smart either]

[voiceinthedark]

Oh! That's not fair! I want to hear!


[He huffs and gives Eugene a petulant look.]

Well y'know, maybe when we get proper farms set up and, I dunno, we found a couple of goats on one of the search missions.

[z_jay]

Well, too bad. Gotta leave some mystery in my relationship, don't I?

[Considering what Sam just said made him pause and think about what kind of food variety would be possible if they managed livestock]

...Could have cheese again if we managed to score some cows...

[voiceinthedark]

Well, it's not like the walls of the shack are that well sound-proofed.

[He can't help but grin.]

Yeah we could. Although I reckon most of the milk is probably gonna be for the kids at first. They need their calcium.

[z_jay]

[He had the decency to smirk, because Sam was getting him back for the whole 'blue mouth zom look' for the cotton candy, wasn't he? A soft chuckle accompanied that and he shrugged, helpless]

Have your runners find me a gag and you won't be kept up.

[Still, he cleared his throat and glanced away]

So you're going to be on that roster, too. Lucky bastard, I miss milk...

[voiceinthedark]

[That just makes him blush furiously, averting his gaze.]

I hate to sound like an internet cliche but... TMI man.

[He frowns a little at Eugene for that, looking offended.]

Hey! How old do you think I am?

[z_jay]

[Offended, now? He's run the gamut with blushing, and now making him red in the face. But Sam should know it's meant in fondness and not malice]

Hmm... University aged student...

[He taps his chin, frowning softly]

Failing the last year of uni courses... at least 22, unless you were a prodigy.

[voiceinthedark]

[Sam scowls, looking thoroughly sulky.]

Yeah right. If I'd been a prodigy I wouldn't've been failing.

[z_jay]

[That was a predictable response and Eugene made an effort to mollify the tease by rubbing Sam's back, grinning soft]

Aw, c'mon, now. Just because you were doing poorly in your last year of Engineering doesn't mean you aren't a very worthwhile person. I mean... look at me. I wrote about food, for a magazine. Not exactly useful like being able to coordinate cameras and guide runners, Mr. Yao.

[voiceinthedark]

In my family? It kind of did. Bringing shame to the family name and all.

And no-one really expected the apocalypse to make their jobs kind of obsolete. I mean, Jody was a financial analyst. Who needs that now?

[z_jay]

...Sam, I hate to remind you because I haven't personally had to do this, but your family... is different now.

[His family was the runners of Abel township, and they accepted him as-is, regardless of if he was a bit derpy at times. Not exactly a beautiful transition, but in terms of things going well...]

Hey, at least she could run back home.

[He's grinning, but then again, he always is about his injury]

[voiceinthedark]

[Sam's expression falters for a moment, tight and sad, and then he shrugs.] It's no worse than anyone else has had to go through.

And you got to Abel. You're alive. That's pretty successful.

[z_jay]

I was lucky, and I don't much remember getting to Abel, to be honest. I can thank Jack for all of that.

[the expression falter didn't surprise him. Allegedly, and he didn't know this for certain, rumor was that Sam had to do his own parents in. Not really the best way to say goodbye. But it wouldn't do to keep Sam sad, so he started walking toward the street vendor]

It is worse in some cases, alright? Don't downplay your trauma, it's just as important as anyone else's.

[voiceinthedark]

We were all lucky. I definitely didn't get there by skill.

[He followed after Eugene as they headed over to the vendor.]

Look, it... it was months ago, okay? It's fine.

[z_jay]

[Sam still seemed tense, but Eugene wasn't quite sure what to do with a tense Sam, so he went to grab some more cotton candy and held it out to him]

You are really hard to compliment, you know?

[voiceinthedark]

[Sam blinked at the offering and took it, giving a small shrug and looking a bit sheepish.]

Sorry. It's not really... my family didn't really do compliments.

[z_jay]

I can tell.

[Unfortunately, he wasn't the best at consoling or making things much better without food and distraction, so he fell quiet after Sam took the extra cotton candy]

... I just keep stepping on these conversational landmines, don't I? You'd probably have more fun hanging out with Jack or Simon.

[voiceinthedark]

[Sam snorts softly, shaking his head.]

No, it's fine. I just spend so much time talking about missions and stuff... it's fine to talk about it.

[z_jay]

What happens?

[It's not exactly the best segway into his curiosity, but he, Jack, and Simon had been acting oddly around him.]

From the Abel you know.

[voiceinthedark]

[He goes still for a moment when Eugene asks that and lets out a soft sigh.]

We got attacked. New Canton tried to attack us but then a massive horde of zoms came.

...they had a rocket launcher.

[z_jay]

[Both his brows rose in surprise, not entirely sure he should believe what Sam was telling him. But Sam was a terrible liar, and he didn't seem to have that same evasiveness about him when he was lying...]

Did New Canton have pet zoms or... or was this someone else entirely? I mean, I seriously doubt zoms are going to seek out weapons of mass destruction on their own, primarily they're after brains...

[voiceinthedark]

No. It's someone else. He's called Van Ark. He was a scientist before the outbreak. Whatever he was researching, it's what caused the plague. And he can control them somehow. We think it's through sound.

[z_jay]

[Even thinking about zombies has been such a far thing from his mind since coming to Luceti that he can hardly believe what he's hearing. Though it's likely true, and Sam's in on the more vital need-to-know crowd than he and Jack...]

...Through sound? But-- you can't control a zom, they just... they're carnal, working off the most basic primal instinct to feed and get it however necessary.