[INTRO POST]

[praticalmagic]

[there's a young man standing in the middle of camp awkwardly asking questions to the zombies]

Excuse me--No wait, don't leave just yet!

Sir, excuse me--Sir, sir?

[they all seem to be abandoning him though]

This is getting me nowhere. Literally.

((standard disclaimers apply! and Morgana will be around too. EDIT - WE OUT I will try and pick up later

Comments

[shootmycannon]

Haha! You're a social outcast!

[praticalmagic]

I'm not a--

[praticalmagic]

[...]

[futureseeing]

How rude to say.

[pratrilineage]

[. . . I'm just going to watch you fail for a while, okay?]

[futureseeing]

And where one is, the other can't be far.

[pratrilineage]

Morgana?!

[futureseeing]

Arthur.

You sound surprised.

[necessaryevil]

Talking to the undead is generally useless.

[futureseeing]

He hasn't been here long.

[necessaryevil]

Clearly. Though it seems like communicating with zombies being pointless should be common sense.

[futureseeing]

Well... Like master, like servant.

[403rtfm]

What're you talking to them for? They never say anything coherent.

[futureseeing]

He's prone to strangeness sometimes.

[403rtfm]

Friend of yours?

[futureseeing]

Yes.

[thepiltdownman]

You might want to try someone with an actual vocabulary.

[praticalmagic]

Yes, I figured that part out.

[thepiltdownman]

Congratulations. You get whatever it is answered that you want answered?

[praticalmagic]

Not yet, I'm afraid.