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[Jun. 16th, 2009|05:03 am] |
Inferi all over....I'm scared. |
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[Jun. 15th, 2009|11:45 am] |
Now this is easier to handle. |
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[Jun. 15th, 2009|11:44 am] |
That was a bit messy. |
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[Jun. 15th, 2009|11:43 am] |
Uhh... this isn't good... |
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[Jun. 15th, 2009|08:52 am] |
Honestly, if there's one thing that this affliction's good for, is that other undead things really don't pay much mind to us. It's far easier to run them through, that way.
Though this does beg the question of where they're all coming from. I've looked for a source point, but they just seem to be coming out of nowhere. Perhaps the lot of them are being vortexed in from an alternate reality where there's an overabundance of zombies?
Whatever the cause, if you've got any need for protection against the undead, I've got a bunch of talismans made up, and I'm willing to sell them to anyone, reasonably priced at 50 pounds a piece. |
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[Jun. 15th, 2009|10:07 am] |
I'm afraid the church has been compromised, and the stench is quite atrocious.
Sister James, are you all right? |
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[Jun. 15th, 2009|02:31 pm] |
Zombies! Now, this feels more like home.
...Well, it feels like beating up Ga Ga drones. It's pretty fun, actually. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|10:38 pm] |
Okay, setting the recycle oil collection bin on fire to keep the hordes of shambling undead at bay wasn't the best idea ever, but it worked, and we managed to get the restaurant closed up before any of them could get in.
Good a place as any to wait out a siege, really. |
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[Jun. 15th, 2009|12:41 am] |
You know, they always leave out the 'holy shit, eighteen hours of the same fucking moaning and groaning' horror in zombie flicks. I'm starting to see why.
If you have the means- AKA, a fully stocked pharmacy- Molotov cocktails out of extra bottles of rubbing alcohol? Amusing, for a while. If you can stand the smell. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|11:37 pm] |
What do zombies care about a dance studio?
They've trashed the place.
Mackenzie? Marsden? You kids all right? |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|11:35 pm] |
Frankie. I am shamed that I did not think to try and contact you sooner. I do hope you are all right? Please let me know.
If you should need assistance, I would come to you in a moment's notice. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|08:30 pm] |
Mo? Dustfinger? You're both alright I hope.
I'm with a friend in Dallas, at the book depository of all places, she figured this would be the best place to teach me to shoot. I'm actually doing quite well at it, better than I would have thought.
And what does it say that when we heard there were zombies my first reaction was: "Oh? What kind?" |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|10:44 pm] |
My establishment is secure. If anyone needs a place, come to {address}. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|06:57 pm] |
For those of you concerned about Ed's well-being, don't be. Nothing dead or living has gotten near the Bebop, and as long as I'm standing, they never will.
For those of you who need shelter, the Bebop is the large ship in London surrounded by burnt corpses. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|09:58 pm] |
If there's anyone still looking for a safe place, my taverna's still holding up: [address]. It's on a Greek island, and the zombies aren't coming anywhere nearby.
I don't think they can swim. Either that, or that old Greek lady who shouts a lot has scared them all off... can zombies even be scared? I wonder. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|09:34 am] |
Oh are YOU just a peach, Scratchy-boy. Can't break the bet, but sure as hell poke around the corners. So what, can't have my soul, so dumping me in another world is legit?
Love the fine print there. And by tornado, no less. Dramatic.
The welcoming committee, on the other hand, needs some work. Terrifying me by stench doesn't work after the cannery jobs and one good hit by with a baseball bat gets my point across with them. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|03:54 pm] |
The shambling legions of the undead, again? This is ridiculous.
And my sister isn't here to save me this time... still, I doubt they can take on a wheelchair. This thing has its uses. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|01:41 am] |
I've recently been made aware that the levels of ick outside have gotten out of hand. The shuffling hoards are much less adept at breaking into the lab than certain previous epidemics, so I've had time to bake some very special cookies.
If certain rotting creatures are bothering you, I would not mind sending one or two killbots to forcibly shove delicious mind control cookies down their throats. If there's enough left of the brain, the creature should peaceably make its way to my location on its own, where it can be safely quarantined for future experimental procedures. However, the formula was originally intended for living humans and some tests have yielded, eh, violent results... Anyway. It should be fine.
Cookies, anyone? |
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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. 14th, 2009|01:03 am] |
NRRRR BRAIIIINZZZZ GRRR ARGHHHAHAHA CHAOS!!!!!!
brainmeats! dey don't want miiiiiine~
nyaha, squish snap growl splat! zombies are marching onnnnn! |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|01:59 am] |
For the record?
Zombies are not simply misunderstood, and talking to them does not help matters whatsoever.
Also? Ichor burns them like acid. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|12:55 am] |
These zombie outbreaks are getting... What's that word? Clich... Cl... Overplayed. Whatever. Give me something that puts up a fight for fuck's sake.
This is disgustingly easy. |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|11:44 pm] |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|12:31 am] |
What, really? Zombies? Aw come on. I was just hearing that the crime rate was starting to drop again...
Oh well! I'm going to try not to get eaten on the way to the studio tomorrow. I've been working on some good stuff, I plan to continue working, and no freaky undead legions are going to get in my way. :D |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|12:12 am] |
OH GROSS. Ohmygod I'm so not getting bit this time. |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|08:35 pm] |
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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|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|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|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|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|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|12:00 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|07:24 am] |
...Zombies?
Awesome. Less awesome because they're trying to eat my brains, though. |
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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. 12th, 2009|11:43 pm] |
Yo, Winchesters, you guys need an extra pair of hands? Mordhaus is covered, Teague and Bren've got everything handled at their place, so I've got nothing to do and I don't want to be left out of the fun. |
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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|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|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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