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video; give or take a half hour after rhys' post
Heya, cavebros!
[A little wave! Hadrielites new and old, you're treated to a tattooed, more-enthusiastic-than-she-should-be redhead. She looks somewhat casual today, apart from the shotgun resting innocently across her lap, and is seated on her apartment's couch as if they weren't all facing imminent zombie-related terrors.]
Ignore Hyperion just now. Obviously, someone's been hitting whatever gross bathtub stash he and his weirdo roommate keep stocked: he's not aware that we're in the middle of a friggin' zombie apocalypse.
[hoo. anyway. Lilith huffs, rolling her eyes, and cocks her shotgun.]
I have a couple things I wanna propose to you guys, since nobody's gonna beat my Ms. Pac-Man score. Ever. [Yes, that IS a challenge.] I'm in my spire and getting bored of window-sniping zombies, so is anybody down for a rousing game of... I'unno, tabletop? I remember the rules well enough that we can use the boards and dice I salvaged from the stupid board games that the gods dropped all over the place. Either that or we can have a zombie-shooting party on the roof! It'll be fine. We can light some of 'em up-- that'll be sweet, right?
[Suddenly, there's an ominous groaning and shuffling from the other side of the room: Lilith, swearing under her breath, fires her gun at something off-camera that crumples with a resounding thump. She makes a little sound of disgust before setting her gun back down.]
Ugh. I wanted to keep that one, too... Maybe wait to come over 'till I throw this guy out the window.
[The camera briefly pans to a now-truly-dead undead she'd....kept tied up????? in the???? corner???? lilith wtf.... before she cuts the feed.]
[A little wave! Hadrielites new and old, you're treated to a tattooed, more-enthusiastic-than-she-should-be redhead. She looks somewhat casual today, apart from the shotgun resting innocently across her lap, and is seated on her apartment's couch as if they weren't all facing imminent zombie-related terrors.]
Ignore Hyperion just now. Obviously, someone's been hitting whatever gross bathtub stash he and his weirdo roommate keep stocked: he's not aware that we're in the middle of a friggin' zombie apocalypse.
[hoo. anyway. Lilith huffs, rolling her eyes, and cocks her shotgun.]
I have a couple things I wanna propose to you guys, since nobody's gonna beat my Ms. Pac-Man score. Ever. [Yes, that IS a challenge.] I'm in my spire and getting bored of window-sniping zombies, so is anybody down for a rousing game of... I'unno, tabletop? I remember the rules well enough that we can use the boards and dice I salvaged from the stupid board games that the gods dropped all over the place. Either that or we can have a zombie-shooting party on the roof! It'll be fine. We can light some of 'em up-- that'll be sweet, right?
[Suddenly, there's an ominous groaning and shuffling from the other side of the room: Lilith, swearing under her breath, fires her gun at something off-camera that crumples with a resounding thump. She makes a little sound of disgust before setting her gun back down.]
Ugh. I wanted to keep that one, too... Maybe wait to come over 'till I throw this guy out the window.
[The camera briefly pans to a now-truly-dead undead she'd....kept tied up????? in the???? corner???? lilith wtf.... before she cuts the feed.]
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Whyd'ja keep one of 'em tied up like that? Ain't ya worried he might get out an' tryin' hurt ya?
[Because those things were bitey and that was no good. And they stunk something awful.]
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[Pandora, as always, is a very weird place.]
Besides, decorating with corpses is intimidating. Keeps unsavory types out.
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[And he'd thought his sister wanting to keep a possum was weird]
I guess so, but they stink somethin' awful. An' it ain't much good fer intimidatin' folks when they's inside yer house, stead a outside.
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It's not that-- ... well, it's kinda bad. But I've seen worse.
[a beat.] I've got windows, right?
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[Lilith, your Priorities are Weird]
[Grins]
Y' gonna hang it out th' window like a flag? That might work t' keep things away. At th' least th' smell'd do it.