All we want to do is eat your brains

[250mhzwabl]

Who: Jack Holden, Simon Lauchlan, Eugene Woods, Sam Yao, and anyone they can tempt in
What: Basically a slumber party
When: November 1st afternoon and evening
Where: One of the villas in Luceti's housing area
Summary: Luceti's residents of Abel Township have landed themselves under house arrest. But even if they can't go to the parties, who's to say they can't bring the party to them? (Or at least some takeout, geez, this punishment thing is hungry work.)
Rating: PG? It's just some post-zombie-apocalypse dudes and their houseguests, it's not really gonna be racy.


Maybe Halloween Land hadn't been the best destination for a small cluster of survivors of the zombie apocalypse.

In their defense, they hadn't known when they'd walked in that literal zoms would be all over the place. Even as placid as the things were, all it took were a few too many of the shambling dead in one place, strained nerves and the wrong line of conversation, and one poorly-timed jumpscare to set off the powder keg of their collective neuroses and send them sprinting for the nearest defensible position between them and the exits. And sure, all weapons had been taken to the battle dome. But where they came from, all that defined a weapon was a favourable combination of weight, length, sharpness, and maximum velocity. Where they came from, they'd all learned a few behaviours on an instinctual level.

It was sort of lucky, actually, that they only had managed to get themselves landed under house arrest for the remainder of the day. It meant that they still had contact with the outside world - or at least the portions of it that wandered close enough to the open windows.

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[250mhzwabl]

[The closer dinnertime draws, the more doggedly Jack is hanging around one of the windows, chatting up anyone who walks by in the hopes of either seeing a friendly face of charming an unfamiliar one into embarking on a mission of mercy. His success is mixed at best, the initial forays getting a beer or two from the reasonably nearby poolside bar but not much else. Man, recruiting new runners isn't as easy as the Abel leadership makes it look.]

[selfhelp]

[Billy's isn't exactly the friendliest face today - more manic-depressive, hyper-vigilant, and guilt-ridden - but he is, for the most part, unoccupied. By some miracle of fortune he's venturing out of the hotel on a food run alone, for once, since Teddy's decided to become one with the local spa for a while. It'd been tempting to join him, of course, but Teddy probably needed a bit of space to clear his head, and Billy's done his share of wallowing in his own misery. He doesn't need to do more of it, and he needs to stop being so afraid of walking out the door.

Thus, out he goes. Thankfully he'd had his phone in his pocket when they were taken, so he pauses outside the entrance to fiddle with his headphones and get some music going. Good time to catch him before he heads off, eh?]

[250mhzwabl]

[It's been awhile since Jack's had a chance to talk to Billy much, and he takes a second to be sure it's him he sees wandering down the lane, leashed to his phone. But once he's certain he breaks into a bright grin, leaning his head and shoulders as near to out the window as they really get and cupping his hands around his mouth.]

Hey, Billy!

[selfhelp]

[Billy jumps at the shout, glancing left, right, back, then finally up, eyes widening as he spots Jack in the window.]

Oh, uh. Hey?

[250mhzwabl]

[To a certain extent Jack is just cheerfully immune to the weirdness of the entire approach, leaning in on the windowsill as he settles down to chat.]

Bit early in the day to be back at the resort, isn't it?

[complicatedliar]

"Oh dear, Jack. Whatever did you do?"

Whatever it is, he expected to be highly entertained.

[250mhzwabl]

"Nothing awful enough to warrant house arrest."

Jack is very firm on this front, practically pouting as he rests his chin on his palm.

"What did they expect, manning a park with zoms?"

[complicatedliar]

"House arrest? You have been naughty." Loki grinned. "...zoms?"

[250mhzwabl]

"Zoms. Zombies! The shambling dead," Jack explains, getting entirely caught up in his animated elaboration of the reviled things before he remembers that Loki doesn't really reliably recognize anything from the past few centuries. "Reanimated corpses that eat the flesh of the living. The things that the Halloween park is just crawling with."

Movie Night! [Free-for-all]

[luckynumberthree]

[There's snacks and there's beer and there's also a lot more people in their villa than it's meant to hold, but that's okay because everyone's sprawled somewhere comfortable and they've liberated a copy of Nightmare Before Christmas from somewhere don't ask and no one has to get shot and have settled down on every available surface to enjoy it.]

Simon

[luckynumberthree]

[Simon's sprawled on the floor, his head pillowed on Sam's thigh and angled just right to watch the movie. He's got a bottle of beer (possibly not his first) and there's a large bowl of popcorn balanced on his stomach within easy reach of anyone who wants it.

Despite being under house arrest and their run-in with the undead earlier, he's still pretty much having the time of his life.]

Kate

[tryit]

[When it comes down to it, there's something to be said about being the only girl in a room full of good looking guys -- even if two of them are kind of like the brothers she never had. To start? She has her share of shoulders and legs and laps to use as pillows without nary a complaint sent her way.

Also, no one complains when she mooches off of them rather than grabbing her own snack. She does have her own beer, at least. It's no top shelf cocktail but it's free and, well, working with Barton's gotten her used to the taste of the stuff.

Just don't mind her if she points out any and all metaphors in the film.]

[250mhzwabl]

Oh, no. Kate.

[Jack's sprawled on the couch and against Eugene, slowly but steadily working his way through his beers, and he shoots a betrayed look toward the back of Kate's head with the first helpful and informative quip she gives.]

We're not actually doing this, are we? We're not playing Analytical Art Snob with a Tim Burton movie.

[tryit]

[She's leaning against Teddy right now, comfortably resting her back against his shoulder. Her legs are stretched out in front of her as she passes a bowl of chips back in Billy's direction.

Craning her head, she raises her eyebrows.]

Not my fault Disney's chock full of metaphor.

Re: Kate

[luckynumberthree]

[Oh, Simon minds.

Okay, no, he totally doesn't, but he laughs after the first few times she points them out and tosses a piece of popcorn at her head.

For reasons.

He's totally the most mature adult here. Obviously.]

Kate

[tryit]

[The piece of popcorn bounces off her head and lands on the floor next to her. Kate picks it up and tosses it back in one swift action.

There's a solution to that. Picking up her beer, she gets up, walks over, and plops on the ground next to him.]

Really, Zombie Boy?

Loki

[complicatedliar]

[Let's say that Loki decides to come inside for a visit once he's done tormenting talking with Jack.

It's also a safe assumption that he's never seen this movie before. And he's rather puzzled by this whole thing, though at least now he does know who Santa Claus is, even if he still thinks the whole concept is creepy.]

Re: Loki

[luckynumberthree]

[It's halfway through the movie and Simon's bottle has somehow become tragically empty so he gets up for another, then snags a second when he sees the new guy's hands are empty. On his way back to his spot, he pauses to perch on the arm beside the guy and hold out a bottle for him.]

Beer?

Re: Loki

[complicatedliar]

[He's not much of a beer person, but he does like to be given things.]

I suppose so. [So he does take the bottle.] My thanks.

Re: Movie Night! [Free-for-all]

[voiceinthedark]

[Sam's ended up sitting on the floor, leaning back against the sofa against whoever's legs are comfiest, with Simon leaning against him. He's got a beer too, and a large bag of gummy sweets open beside him. This is actually a pretty awesome way to spend their house arrest. It feels normal, reminds him of nights in the rec room, watching films on the projector when they had the power to spare.]

Re: Movie Night! [Free-for-all]

[luckynumberthree]

[Simon's certainly enjoying it, curled up comfortably and occasionally reaching over to steal one of Sam's gummy sweets.

Sam made a comfy pillow.]

Re: Movie Night! [Free-for-all]

[voiceinthedark]

[Sam glares and steals some popcorn in retaliation.]

Man, I'd forgotten how cool this movie is.

[tryit]

[She doesn't think twice about reaching over Sam's lap to snatch the gummies from him at some point in the evening. There's only so much popcorn a girl can eat, after all.]

You've been hogging these all night.

[voiceinthedark]

[He makes a half-hearted protest when she nicks his sweets, and shoves a couple in his mouth in protest. A very tasty protest.]

I haven't been hogging! No-one else asked.

Eugene

[z_jay]

[So their escapade had landed them in time-out for the time being. But Eugene was perfectly content with missing out on festivities if there were any zoms involved within a world-wide radius to his person. Or Jack's, Sam's-- hell, any of his close friends including Simon. There were few things that he could agree with everyone from his enclosure over and that was zoms were bad. End of story.

Celebrating with a few choice friends with a movie he could hear Jack humming along to was one of the better ways to end the evening. His preference tonight is to be curled up near someone and watching for a happy ending on this movie.]