Boston: donuts, coffee, the ravenous undead?
Who: Team Kirgo: Angelica. Howie, Elle, Captain Kirk, Seamus Zelazney Harper & Shego
What: ZOMBIES
Where: Bostonian suburb somewhere
When: Thursday etc.
Warnings: ZOMBIES??
Etc.: I started doing this before Kim(1) posted hers so it's not copying. :| UH YEAH. I figure we can use this log for most things we're doing and start different threads for different stuff, whensoever we happen to feel like it. Marking the title of a new thread with the time and location would be good. Also, I highly recommend using Track Comments if thrashing the refresh button isn't your thing.
Shego stirred, discovered she was on an unfamiliar couch, then did the run-through: communicator to hand, personality and memory intact as far as she knew, powers....no. Great. She went to the window and glanced outside: she was on maybe the third floor of an apartment block. It was freakishly quiet.
Someone really had to teach the Admiral how to drive. Preferably by way of lessons they were prepared to enforce with blunt trauma to the face.
There was a noise from elsewhere in the apartment. She cast around for weapons, came up empty unless she felt like hefting an entire coffee table, and slid cautiously towards the door.
"Hell-o...?"
What: ZOMBIES
Where: Bostonian suburb somewhere
When: Thursday etc.
Warnings: ZOMBIES??
Etc.: I started doing this before Kim(1) posted hers so it's not copying. :| UH YEAH. I figure we can use this log for most things we're doing and start different threads for different stuff, whensoever we happen to feel like it. Marking the title of a new thread with the time and location would be good. Also, I highly recommend using Track Comments if thrashing the refresh button isn't your thing.
Shego stirred, discovered she was on an unfamiliar couch, then did the run-through: communicator to hand, personality and memory intact as far as she knew, powers....no. Great. She went to the window and glanced outside: she was on maybe the third floor of an apartment block. It was freakishly quiet.
Someone really had to teach the Admiral how to drive. Preferably by way of lessons they were prepared to enforce with blunt trauma to the face.
There was a noise from elsewhere in the apartment. She cast around for weapons, came up empty unless she felt like hefting an entire coffee table, and slid cautiously towards the door.
"Hell-o...?"