Who: Karen DeSonne and Julie Stark What: Working When: Late afternoon Where: Nectar Rating: Pending
Karen was sitting on a stool at Nectar, resting her head on her folded arms on the counter. She wasn't blinking. Instead, she was simply staring straight ahead, not even breathing. That was what she did when she had nothing else to do. It was the zombie equivalent of sleeping, a way to refresh her mind since she didn't actually sleep. She had already cleaned the entire kitchen and sitting area twice. The oompa loompas were trying to get her to go home, but she hardly needed a break or anything. She didn't get tired. Just bored.
One of the oompa loompas approached her again and poked her in the leg, pointing his stubby finger toward the door. Karen blinked sleepily, then turned unnaturally slowly down to the orange man. "Braaaaiiiinnnsss..." she moaned, her mouth hanging slack. The orange man bolted back to the kitchen area. After he did, Karen brightened, giggling to herself and shaking her head. That was too easy. She poured herself a steaming cup of coffee, inhaling the scent and drinking a few sips. She could sort of taste it, but not like before. It made her hands warm to hold the cup, however, so that she didn't always freak out the customers when they handed her their money and her skin was cold.