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.

Comments

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.

[250mhzwabl]

[He wrinkles his nose in response, singularly unconvinced.]

That doesn't mean you have to make it into a claymation master's thesis.

[tryit]

[Technically, she'd need to complete her Bachelor's before moving on to a Master's thesis. It's become more of a part time thing than anything, especially since she started working with Clint.

But she refrains from pointing that out. Thank goodness for small favors?

Kate winks at him.]

Jealous?

[250mhzwabl]

[Okay, Kate, you've got him there. He smirks a bit in response, taking another sip of his beer.]

. . . yeah, maybe a little. Always could have used a bit more of that at uni.

[tryit]

English major?

[250mhzwabl]

Art history.

[tryit]

Close enough. [If not, she thinks, a little more interesting.] Business.

[With a minor in whatever courses strike her fancy during enrollment.]

[250mhzwabl]

Ooh, business! Sounds . . . practical? Engaging-?

[Jack laughs a little, easy and light, leaning back into his beer for another drink.]

[tryit]

An easy way to get my father to continue pouring money into my education?

[250mhzwabl]

That's the one.

[tryit]

It's the best one I know.

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?

Re: Kate

[luckynumberthree]

[He was halfway expecting the swift return and doesn't bother playing innocent. When she wings the piece of popcorn back at him, he catches it in his mouth and is munching happily when she drops down next to him. His grin is utterly unrepentant.]

What? Something wrong, Archer Girl?

[tryit]

[She elbows him in the ribs. Or, at least, attempts to.]

It's Hawkeye.

[luckynumberthree]

[He takes it goodnaturedly, grin still easily in place. He wriggles a bit to make sure she has enough room, especially considering he's still stretched out on the floor using Sam as a pillow.]

'Course it is. But you started it.

[tryit]

It's not like you had a pre-existing codename.

[Hah.]

[luckynumberthree]

Not a name. [Simon shrugs, but he's grinning, amused and relaxed.] I had a number instead. I'm Three. Very lucky.

[tryit]

A number. How very Nazi Germany of you.

[luckynumberthree]

Hey now! I like my Number! I happen to enjoy being Three.

[tryit]

[She really, really can't resist:]

You certainly act it.

[luckynumberthree]

[He gasps out and clutches his heart, curling into a ball as if in pain.]

Oh. Ouch. Low blow. I'm bleeding here. I may never recover.

[tryit]

[Kate rolls her eyes at his antics, shaking her head in mock disapproval.]

Poor baby.