(no subject)

[bread_goes_bip]

[Action: 307 Miller (backdated to the beginning of the event)]

[Death is already dressed in her traditional undead outbreak gear: 80s workout clothes. She's looking for Death and Mason, though for separate reasons]

We have zombies again.

[Action: Around Mayfield]

[Death is trying her usual reaping approach. Except it's not working]

These ones are different...

[Phone (Forward dated to Monday evening)]

[There's a rare note of what might actually be irritation in Death's voice]

If there's anyone else who could possibly regain something that unleashes a plague of undead on the town, could they please let me and Death know now?

[Action: Olney's Tavern (Forward dated to Monday evening)]

[Death is no stranger to Olney's, of course. It's a good place to meet people. She does not, however, usually drink with quite such... purpose.]

Comments

[all_ofthethings]

What can I get for ya, then?

Beer, liquor, something mixed?

[bread_goes_bip]

Hmm, something mixed. Strong.

[Somehow, her usual cocktails don't quite fit the mood]

[all_ofthethings]

[He nods and mixes up one of his favorite patron's drinks.]

Long Island Iced Tea. There's more where that came from if ya want.

[bread_goes_bip]

That sounds perfect.

[She knows this drink. THis famously deceptive drink. Oh, she's in the mood for this drink.]

[all_ofthethings]

So, the zombie thing eatin' ya?

[bread_goes_bip]

Just because I'm not on duty here doesn't mean I appreciate people meddling in my domain.

[all_ofthethings]

Yeah, I bet it sucks having to help clean up this mess.

[bread_goes_bip]

This batch turned out to be particularly irritating.

[all_ofthethings]

It would seem zombies always are.

[bread_goes_bip]

At least the last two outbreaks had the decency to be reapable.

[all_ofthethings]

Ya mean there's times when the dead can't be reaped?