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

[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.

[luckynumberthree]

Although if I'm three, what does that say about you and your continuous efforts to fling yourself in my direction?

[tryit]

Excuse me?

[luckynumberthree]

Did I stutter? [He's teasing her, because he can and because it's fun. Also because he's possibly a little crazy.]

[tryit]

[Didn't your mother teach you not to play with dangerous toys, Simon?]

You must have gotten your wording confused.

[luckynumberthree]

[In fact, she did not. Dangerous toys are his favorite]

No, I don't think I did.

[tryit]

[She leans in close to him, eyes meeting his. Her hand rests on his knee for balance as she raises her eyebrows.]

Do you really want me to fling something in your direction, Zombie Boy? Because I tend to prefer shooting.

[luckynumberthree]

[His lips quirk up on one side in a crooked smirk.] You say that like you're not talking to someone who gets shot at on a regular basis anyway. Am I supposed to be intimidated?

[tryit]

[She's doing her best not to choke back the rising panic. How long has it been since she's been this close to a boy? At least, chose to be this close rather than have the relationship forced upon her by the Malnosso. Things with Eli hadn't worked out. There had been that man at her father's party, but...

Kate finds herself smiling, inching just a little bit closer.]

Do you really think I'm the kind to miss?

[luckynumberthree]

[His smirk deepens, just a hint.] I really really hope not. Where's the fun in that?

[tryit]

That... [Her voice drops a little, going quiet.] ...is a very good question.

[luckynumberthree]

[He reaches out, tugs a loose strand of her hair, eyeing her curiously.] What's that look for?

[tryit]

[Is anyone watching them right now? Or maybe they're all distracted by the movie. Either way, she can feel her heart pounding in her chest.]

Ever want to do something really, really stupid?

[luckynumberthree]

[He cocks his head to the side at the question, one eyebrow inching up.]

Frequently. This is me you're talking to.

[tryit]

[She tilts her head in the other direction, stealing a quick glance at his lips. Even if it had been magic or Malnosso driven or whatever on that ridiculous tunnel of love ride, he had been a good kisser.

It makes her wonder what else he'd be good at.]

Um. [Oh god, Katie, what are you doing?] Do you act on it?

[luckynumberthree]

When it doesn't get me punched. [He pauses, considering a moment.] Sometimes even when it does.

[His lips quirk then and he leans a little closer, letting his arm slide down to rest against her shoulders. It's almost like how they'd been sitting in the tunnel of love ride.]

You can't blame this one on the Malnosso if you do, though.

[tryit]

I know.

[And she had been quick to blame them, too. To tell Simon off and yell at him for talking her into going on the stupid ride to begin with. Okay, so Kate knew it wasn't his fault. But it's not her fault if she has issues with having her emotions toyed with. Okay. Maybe it is.

She smiles a little, ignoring the butterflies springing up in her stomach when he places his arm around her shoulder. She continues to smile at him, the tip of her tongue darting out to lick her lips.]

I won't punch you, either.

[luckynumberthree]

It would probably still be worth it even if you did.

[He doesn't miss the slide of her tongue, the movement drawing his eyes. It's a sign of nerves or maybe something else. They're supposed to be watching the movie, but at the moment, Simon doesn't give a damn and he's pretty sure between that and with how dark the room is, no one else isn't paying attention to them either. Not that he really cares, but she might. He doesn't lean in to close the distance, not just yet, drawing this moment out, giving her a chance to change her mind. If she's going to think better of it, she better do it now. In the meantime, his other hand comes up to slide calloused fingertips along her jaw, tilting her face up towards him.]

[tryit]

[As soon as his fingers brush her jawline, her mind's made up. Kate's always been impulsive. She has nothing to lose. Perfect worlds don't exist and she hasn't spoken to Tommy in two years prior to their arrival in Luceti. She knows what she wants. And right now, she can sort of see why Clint might have fallen into bed with random, trouble making redheads. She's heard it makes for a good stress relief. Kate's just not certain she believed it - or even wanted to believe it - until now.

So, closing her eyes and forgetting everyone else in the room with them, she closes the gap between them and presses her lips firmly against Simon's.]

[luckynumberthree]

[If he's surprised, he doesn't show it. To be honest, he's not sure if he expected her to be impulsive here or not, but he's certainly not turning her down now that she's decided she has. He lets his fingers slide back her jaw to cup against the nape of her neck instead, drawing her close as he met the press of her lips with his own.

They'd done this in the boat ride, but that had been... different. This was them, all them, and he was curious about what she would do now. Although whatever it was, he'd happily encourage it. Especially if it was more of this.]

[tryit]

[She grins against the kiss, her hand running up his chest to play with the collar of his shirt. Sometimes, her ideas completely backfire on her. But this one? She can't hear any catcalls from their friends, only the movie playing in the background and the pound of her heart. Maybe they haven't noticed.

Maybe... But dammit, now is so not the time to care.

Kate kisses him slowly, leisurely. She takes her time, enjoying every second of the contact. When she finally breaks for breath, Kate rests her forehead against his. She can barely hear the movie now, hear anything but the sound of her heart pounding.]

So, um. [Oh god. She's really going to do this, isn't she?] Wanna do something really stupid with me, Zombie Boy?