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[Jun. 13th, 2009|12:00 am] |
Aw, hell, this again? [address of tea shop in London] safe enough, still got the wards up and I'm a damn good shot when needs be. Anybody in the area need a place to hole up, c'mon by. |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|12:03 am] |
Right, anybody down New Orleans way need a place to keep under cover might as well come by the Snake Pit [address] even if you aren't in New Orleans portkey's only about a half block from the place, if you can get to your nearest one safely, head here, we'll take care of you. |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|12:04 am] |
Oh shit. Zombies.
Fuck yeah. I'm going to have so much fucking fun. |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|12:05 am] |
Not this again. Please god, no.
My hospital gets destroyed. Every. Fucking. Time. And now I have two.
If that happens this time? I am going fucking postal. And the hospital is officially on lockdown. |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|12:08 am] |
There is a gentleman at my door, banging incessantly.
He says he wants brains? Which I find particularly peculiar. I offered tea, but he yelled at me.
Perhaps I should offer cake? |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|12:54 am] |
See, this, where half the people wandering around look listless and dead?
This is the sort of night I can enjoy. |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|01:16 am] |
There's an on-the-roof-with-guns-and-Mr.-Kinney's-blackberry contingency. We've got my block covered. We're going to get everyone to the Sign of the Weasel 3 blocks down. Judah has golems keeping the area clear. Anyone else -- get there if you can.
Where are the wolfpack kids? Can somebody with more guns or magic get to the rehab place and make sure Miniver's all right? |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|01:35 am] |
That's more fucking like it. Something I can obliterate.
Assuming the resort is still standing, I can head that way to help protect the girls if you need it, sexy. |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|01:42 am] |
'Weren't my fault, neither.
Just puttin' that out there.
Anyone 'round London's needin' a bit of flash t'keep the corpses off, just give a shout. Uncle John's got it covered. |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|01:45 am] |
If anyone needs to be taken to a safe place and can't get to a portkey, let me know. I'm flying around and blowing up zombies. |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|01:46 am] |
And they said those years of playing first person shooters would never come in handy.
I wonder if this constitutes a reason to waive the whole 'obligatory five-day waiting period'? I knew I should have kept that Luger.
Ex-bosslady, lend a cripple a piece? I know you have connections, and these fuckers can outrun me. |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|01:51 am] |
[ooc: The subway stations of all major North American cities (with subway systems, obviously) New York (no need to be obnoxious) are now being subjected to Michael Jackson's Thriller, on repeat, over the loudspeaker system- somehow, not mangled beyond recognition like most announcements usually are. This is mainly because Hardison wanted to see if the zombies would actually dance, and because he's a mostly-obnoxious hacker jerk. If they do, please tell him? Thank you.] |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|02:02 am] |
Zombies aren't criminals, right?
I'll be on the roof, practicing my shooting. |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|07:17 am] |
Shit, shit, shit. Knew I should have gotten more rounds for the shotguns last time this happened. Fuck.
Dad, I'm up on the roof. Nothing's getting in this house. |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|07:24 am] |
...Zombies?
Awesome. Less awesome because they're trying to eat my brains, though. |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|10:20 am] |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|03:22 pm] |
Whoa. I...well. he came right out into the road in front of me. And I couldn't stop, and I hit him. And...I wrecked the bike, of course, but I'm fine. Bike needs some work, but I only skinned my knee, ripped the hell out of my jeans. But holy hell. What the hell was that? It wasn't...a person. Even though it looked like a person. It...wasn't a man. I know that much. It just...wasn't. |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|04:44 pm] |
If anyone needs a doctor to come to them, let me know. I'll.. brave it. I'm dying anyway
Cian? Ellery? Rick? Are you guys okay? |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|08:24 pm] |
FUCK! I thought we'd already been through this shit!
I can't find a babysitter...
Looks like junior and me are going through some mother/child bonding killing Zombies.
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|08:35 pm] |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|11:09 pm] |
Silly shuffle-zombies, try to teleport without your heads.
It doesn't work that way! |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|11:13 pm] |
Huh. This is so not what I need right now. Not like I can run away from them or well pretty much anything right now. |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|11:44 pm] |
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