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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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Craning her head, she raises her eyebrows.]
Not my fault Disney's chock full of metaphor.
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That doesn't mean you have to make it into a claymation master's thesis.
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But she refrains from pointing that out. Thank goodness for small favors?
Kate winks at him.]
Jealous?
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. . . yeah, maybe a little. Always could have used a bit more of that at uni.
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[With a minor in whatever courses strike her fancy during enrollment.]
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[Jack laughs a little, easy and light, leaning back into his beer for another drink.]
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[He doesn't sound terribly judgmental about the first option - then again, he'd chosen his own area of study largely for the fancy parties and extremely attractive people.]
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[Most of the time, she doesn't always see herself living past her college years. Being a superhero is amazing. It also tends to be highly correlated with a short lifespan.
But it couldn't be so bad if she possibly used that degree to set up her own non-profit some day? Something in honor of her mother's work around the world?
She grins a little ruefully. No, that wouldn't be such a bad idea at all.]
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If that's so, then why are you smiling like that?
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[It would piss her father off so much if she took that degree and started up some sorta... aid for the homeless. Or something.]
Dad would hate every single idea I'd come up with.