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[notahandbag]

I'd like to extend a very warm welcome to all of our new arrivals. Allow me to introduce myself finally; I've been a bit busy recently. Doctor William Birkin at your service. I'll admit the peculiar predicament we're currently in is in part my fault. Apologies

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[brainetarian]

Roohhh hruuhhhhuuhh.

[notahandbag]

Well.

That's horrifying.

Roogh hraargh to you too. Please don't eat me. Sir.

[brainetarian]

Hiirhh rhohhh.

[notahandbag]

Um... Hello back?

Or. He rode...?

[brainetarian]

[OOC: The sounds of an exasperated zombie punching a wall might be audible over the radio, or if you prefer this to be in person after he gets out of quarantine the zombie basically facepalms at him.]

It's probably for the best that they're not in person; Birkin would have started shooting Steve :|

[notahandbag]

[You'd think after all the time Birkin's spent around the walking dead he'd be able to communicate kind of. But no. He never bothered to learn Zombiese]

Uh... Hiirhh rhohhh...? Oh! Did you mean you won't?

Yes, this is indeed one of the many problems facing today's vitally challenged community :|

[brainetarian]

Hreahh!

I would imaging. That and the whole... Decaying thing.

[notahandbag]

Still not sure.

Was that a yes? And say something other than hurrgh if it does.

[brainetarian]

[OOC: Well I did my research and after reanimation, zombies don't seem to rot more than before they arose. Steve was mauled by a zombie then rose the net morning, so most of the decomp is around his gaping wound. Also annoyed zombie is narrowing his eyes at his radio set, if he can manage such fine motor control yet.]

[The sound of one meaty zombie fist knocking on a slab of wood resounds over the radio.]

[notahandbag]

[The moar you know.]

Okay! Okay! Doesn't mean yes then. Unless that was your noise...?

Some goddamn hippy better start writing a fucking English-Dead dictionary, I swear.

[brainetarian]

[OOC: /is a hippy?]

[The sound of a small bell being rung and someone walking up to the door grumbling. [INSERT RANDOM NPC GUARD NAME HERE] says "It says once for yes and twice for no." before heading back off to grumble elsewhere.]

[notahandbag]

[Do it Tyr, do it!]

Perfect! Okay, so. Yes, that was your noise; no, you won't eat me; and I'm assuming you got transported here too? I don't think any of my creations are quite this... Social.

[brainetarian]

[OOC: Already have :P]

[One knock.]

[Pause.]

[Two knocks.]

[notahandbag]

So you didn't get transported here?

[brainetarian]

[Two knocks]

Irrhhh wrarrkk.

[notahandbag]

... Ear work? Er. "That's right," maybe?

If nothing else, you are definitely teaching me something, uh... Zombie... Guy...