001 // got a tank on my ass (voice)

[coveralls]

All right. This is just a little weird, even for, ya know, the whole zombie 'pocalypse an' all. I've seen a bunch of shit, honest to God, but nuthin' like this. I mean, this is like a walkie talkie, 'cept with pictures an' writin'.  [there's a moments pause as he scrutinizes the little camera, his bruised face a little too close to the journal for

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[Voice]

[not_meatbuns]

[Okay, all the zombie ranting and military stuff aside, Litchi was pinged by "infection" and the bruises on his face. Wherever he came from, something must have happened to him. Here, Ellis, have a concerned tone.]

Are you alright...?

[Voice]

[coveralls]

[he'll scrutinize the picture shown to him in the journal, and then nod his head]

Yes, ma'am. I am A-OK, or will be when the pain in my back goes away. [why aren't there any pills in this house?] Nothin' for you to worry 'bout.

[Voice]

[not_meatbuns]

[Peelz here!] Well, we can certainly help with the pain in your back. Are you near the village? If you come by the clinic, I can get you something to help with that.

[Voice]

[coveralls]

Village? [he picks up the journal, sound rustling for a moment, as he heads towards the window] I guess I'm in the village. Man, this is just weird.

Where's this clinic supposed to be?

[Voice]

[not_meatbuns]

If you head west from the main plaza where the fountain is, we're on your right just before the bridge.

[Voice]

[coveralls]

[uh what?] Main plaza, fountain, right before the bridge. I--Uh, well, I think I got it. [aw right ellis, you can do this] I'll probably be there soon, I guess.

[Voice]

[not_meatbuns]

[Oh, you New Feathers. ♥] ...If you need a guide, I certainly wouldn't mind lending a hand.

[Voice]

[coveralls]

You sure? I mean, I don't wanna cause any trouble for you, ma'am.

[Voice]

[not_meatbuns]

Oh, it's no trouble at all. I know it isn't exactly easy waking up here and not knowing where anything is.

[Voice]

[coveralls]

All right. I wouldn't mind a lil' help. [especially from a purty lady]

[Voice]

[not_meatbuns]

I'll be along as soon as I can. What sort of area are you in now?

[Voice]

[coveralls]

I'm in some sort of, uh, buildin'. An apartment, but uh... [hold on, Litchi. it's obvious he's shufflin' about, holding the journal. the door opens and closes, and there's more shufflin' about as he tries to figure out exactly where he is. finally, he says a building number.]

That mean anythin' to you?

[Voice]

[not_meatbuns]

Yes, that's all I need. Give me just a moment, I'll be by with something for your back.

[Grabbin' peelz. True to her word, she'll just head out towards the building he mentioned.]

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[coveralls]

[He's waiting in the doorway despite the cold, keeping his eyes peeled. He kind of felt bad.]

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[not_meatbuns]

[It takes Litchi a little while to get there, but when she does, she's got the painkillers as promised. Cold as it may be, she seems fine in her thick coat.

...Which she's kind of wishing she had brought another of so that this poor boy wouldn't be standing around in the elements. Fairly sure she's got the right one because of the journal images, she heads right over to him.]

Aren't you cold like this?

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[coveralls]

[Oh wow. She was a lot prettier in person. He grins sheepishly, and shrugs his shoulders; he was lucky his clothes were in the apartment he appeared in because there was no way he'd stand there shirtless.]

Just a little, but it ain't nothin' I can't handle. [there's a brief pause, and he suddenly grins wider] Man, seein' all this snow makes me want to have a snowball fight.