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Who: Ted and Remy, Open to others
Where: Near the barn
What: Ted doesn't know quite what to do, so he's trying to be helpful
When: Day 23, noon-ish
Rating: Relatively low.
Status: Dropped



Whoever was doing this was a total magical dickweed. Ted assumed that they were magical at least because only wizards and stuff had power over the dead. Right? Unless someone read from a book that they weren't supposed to. He paused, thinking about that. He didn't read from a forbidden book did he?? The decision was made that no, he did not, and the teenager's whole body was sort of flung into the emphatic nod that he was giving himself. Good job, Ted. Besides, his most excellent partner Dan would have probably given advice not to read the book.

He had made a torch out of some cloth found and a stick, lighting it with matches from the survival kit that they were given. His was safely tucked away at the gym, where the bodacious Elliot took him after saving him from the zombie. Ted stayed in for a while, helping where he could, but it was complete bummer-fest in the gym. Understandable, but there wasn't much he could do about it. So the one-half of the Wyld Stallyns was going out through the town for two reasons. First was to make sure there were no more evil undead dudes running around. And second was to make sure there were no non-evil dead dudes laying about without proper burial. He was making his way to the barn when he looked at his watch. It said 12:15 but he could have sworn it said that about two hours ago. "The sun would be most beneficial in telling time right now." Did he wind his watch? Ted couldn't remember.

But he saw someone who might be able to help him in that endeavour. "Excuse me, most busy dude..but what time is it?"