Musings

I have no idea what to do for this pre-lab, just, what are they even trying to say? Oh god I hate Chemistry, so close to being done. Help please?

( text to D. Pendragon )

( locked to D. Hockney )

[Backdated to a few days after the blackout.]

littlelioness: hey luv
littlelioness: how are you?

My shower keeps alternating between frozen arctic tundra and the devil's piss.
There is nothing that I don't hate.

[Text to P. Barnes]
do you have a study group for chemistry yet?

[Text to S. Hawthorne]
how do you feel about not exploding things in lab?

what's your opinion on oranges?

I have escaped the clutches of my cold, flu, thing!

I was hoping to celebrate we might be able to have a sleepover? If you aren't too busy that is.

thanks for the headphones,
i'll use them always.

[A sealed envelope is taped to Dot's door several hours after this]

( A gift from one neighbor to another )

lookin 4 bidder 27 if ur arownd

if i hold my fums togevur they mak on big fum.

try it its sients.

Does anyone have a microwave I can use? Mine looked fine after the zombies reavers attacked, but it just set my food on fire so [...] I think it's time to get a new one.

Is anyone else just now discovering extra zombie damage?

[text to d. pendragon]

Dottie, I want a status right now, I need to know whether I should be wearing black.

[text to e. keeling]

If a little apocalypse has killed you I am going to be pissed.

moved to aubade if you need me. you got somewhere to go? heard buildings all a mess.

So I wouldn't have thought it was physically possible for any apartment building to be shittier than the one I left. Because that one was condemned thanks to the asbestos, the rats nesting in the floors, and the cockroaches that thought my bedroom was their scummy little hive. And yet when I finally have no choice but to move and think that maybe, just maybe, I'm scaling up a little into an also-shitty-but-not-as-shitty place, IT GETS TORN ASS FROM END BY FUCKING ZOMBIES.

Seriously, what the hell? I get that there's probably not a building in the city that DIDN'T get turned into shredded festering shithole because of this whole whateverthefuck just went on, but why did the ONE PLACE I decide to move into get the obvious worst of it short of being COMPLETELY FUCKING LEVELED. I'd consider myself lucky that they didn't ruin everything I'd moved in last week if I thought luck had anything to do with it.

At least I've got a bed back, even if I did have to pry it practically off the fucking ceiling. That back room was starting to get really uncomfortably claustrophobic.

[backdated to before zombie business, after this]

[Phone call to W. Light "Chat"]

ring, ring

[After, Phone call to G. Dailey "Red"]

ring, ring

Jess Tailor is your roommate, right?

I'm giving her two bottles of prescription pills, one of which is expired. Can you make sure she doesn't overdose or something equally as bad?

Oh. This is Dot, btw. That scary girl from the lobby.

I don't know what to do.

Does anybody have anything that turns our powers off? Like off-off. Or-

I can't take this anymore

Or I guess, like Valium or something? Every time they're around

Something weird is happening outside. Please stay safe

If I had work, I'd be taking the whole week off. Shit I would absolutely kill for a vacation down somewhere warm. Someplace with a little less going on if you know what I mean.