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lucetilogs2013-10-30 07:00 pm
250mhzwabl) wrote in lucetilogs2013-10-30 07:00 pm
All we want to do is eat your brains
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.
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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Bit early in the day to be back at the resort, isn't it?
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Shouldn't I be saying that to you, considering you're already in it?
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[That is the crux of it. Oops.]
The Abel Township representatives all managed to get outselves under house arrest for the remainder of the day, though. Don't suppose I could twist your arm into bringing us dinner?
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Well. He was heading into the park for food anyway. And it's tempting to just back off and go back to his hotel room to hide out again, but... people keep telling him he needs to go out. So he'll go out.
A bit, anyway.]
Are you gonna tell me what you did to end up in house arrest, or do I not want to know?
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We, ah. We didn't realise there would be zoms in one of the parks. And we may have collectively flipped, a bit.
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If I get you dinner, wouldn't that mean I'm aiding known criminals? That's not very heroic.
[...Then again, his hero-ing days are done, anyway...]
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[Immediately, Jack's sitting up straighter, even after being house-arrested completely unwavering in his belief that they were, if not in the right, at least in the completely understandable. No good came from zoms, even tame ones. Especially tame ones, probably.]
Come on, it's completely mental to criminalise violence against zombies. If anything you'd be sort of like . . . like an honorary Runner!
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[At this point he's just making up excuses, though, and... okay, he does want to be helpful. He may not have affected the zombie-guys with his spell, but guilt is a powerful persuasive tool. Sigh. Looks like he's been roped into a job after all.]
...Fine, what do you guys want to eat?
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Billy to the rescue! Ah, man, let me see . . . I thiiiiiink Sam was all excited about this pretty legit-looking Chinese place on the way out of the villas. Something about steamed buns?
[He thinks about going for a map, until an even better idea occurs to him. It should have been his first thought, really, given that it's the way they get almost everything into Abel.]
Wait. You've got your journal, right?
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[Billy fishes the book out of his pocket, scribbling down the food request so he remembers.]
Why do you want to know about that?
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[Aha, there it is. Call incoming, Billy.]
. . . this should be just about as good. All right, I'll get the maps, but I seem to recall the place being south of here.
[Okay, so maybe he's having a little too much fun with this. But it's like the old days! And honestly, Runners are probably the closest thing they have to super-heroes after the end of the world, sad as it is.]
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Finally he folds it over itself, along the spine, and stuffs it into one of the big front pockets of his hoodie, with the edge - and the speaker - hanging out. That should... probably work.]
Uh... testing, 1, 2, 3? Does that work?
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Coming in clear enough, Billy! And hey, I've even got a bit of camera feed, it looks like. Fantastic.
[There's some rustling as he unfolds the map, looking for the one that covers the living quarters.]
Yeah, just head south on this trail to start, and . . . man. This feels sort of weird without raising the gates or calling for covering fire.
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...Yeah, I'd appreciate it if you didn't shoot at me.
[Anyway, the starts off at an easy jog in the direction he's been given. Enjoy the shaky cam, Jack.]
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[Not that he thinks they have guns up there, but hey.]
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[Jack clears his throat briskly before he can ruminate too long on that, eyes flitting between the map and what he can make out from the camera on Billy's journal. Man, this is not as easy as Sam makes it look, even before you add hostiles into the mix.]
But! It looks like you're at a nice pace, and . . . yeah, all right, when the path branches you'll want to take a left.
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How far is this place, anyway?