Resurrection Blues

[inthebones]

[phone]
Right.

I want a rundown on how terribly all of you messed this up.  You can start from last Monday and work your way forward from there.  I'll assume beforehand that it elevates in the degree of tragedy until culminating in a lot of pathos and suicidal despair all around; if you must cry, try to sob out 'Miss Susan, I'm so glad you're back' first, so I'm more inclined to listen.  An explanation as to why I'm currently a walking corpse would also be nice, but not strictly necessary given that I suppose I didn't really need any of these functions in the first pla -- dammit!

[action, 726 Anderson Lane]
[The phone clatters to the ground as Susan's arm sags dangerously from her body, on the verge of falling off again.  She jams it firmly back in place, though it still dangles uselessly.]

This is the most idiotic thing I've ever had to do in my li -- Ohm curse this thrice-afflicted festering excuse of a revival!

[She reattaches her left leg, gets back to her feet, and storms off to the kitchen.
Some time later, she will be momentarily mollified as she stares down at what appears to be a Christmas card with something of a smile.]

((Susan has returned to life with the following:
-No pulse, heartbeat, or blood movement.
-Low body temperature
-Inability to breathe
-Inability to eat/drink
-Wounds still present
-Heightened feelings of anger.))

Comments

Phone

[bread_goes_bip]

Susan?

[She did not like the sound of that. She's pretty close to going and fetching Death.]

[inthebones]

Hello, Didi. Don't be too alarmed; if I were a zombie, Grandfather would know.

[bread_goes_bip]

At this point we probably shouldn't even joke about that sort of thing.

[inthebones]

Who was joking? I thought very seriously to myself for a few moments whether or not I had any unnatural thoughts about brains.

[bread_goes_bip]

[She likes that sound of that even less]

I take it the town is still causing trouble then.

[inthebones]

((Sorry for being so late! My computer died, and someone was kind enough to post hiatus for me. Feel free to ignore if you are not interested in continuing!))

Less so than it might, considering I'm speaking to you at all.

[bread_goes_bip]

Yes. It is good to have you back.

((I will backtag forever if I remember to. Also, post with the wrong journal.))

[inthebones]

Oh, well. You can't be rid of me that easily. Grandfather could always use with a spare heir or two.

[splashpuppy]

If anyone can hang on, it would be you.

[inthebones]

It's really much more trouble than it's worth, coming back to this, you know. I'd rather just wander the desert a bit longer.

Giving up on me ever getting hte right journal is probably a plan :p

[bread_goes_bip]

Oh, I know. No rest for the weary.

[inthebones]

Always more idiots to nag and children to scold. ...Though I suppose I shouldn't refer to Edward in the plural.