[ 03 ] ► video | action for the Sanctuary;;

[threewordspls]

[ All is quiet in the Sanctuary chapel. Nothing to really see besides the body of a dead, yet oddly still not decaying despite being dead for weeks, HAP. He was cleaned up well and looks like he could've just been sleeping the whole time ... on a hard surface but still

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[isnotforsale]

Audio for a very short while

Hank?! Hank! [And then there is the sound of Kate nearly falling out of her chair as it doesn't push back fast enough for her and she rushes through the Sanctuary.]

[threewordspls]

[ It's awhile later and maybe she's even already hightailed it to the chapel and found it empty. He doesn't know. He honestly doesn't even know what mode her feed is on as he won't look at the screen. It's been dimmed but it doesn't help much. ] Hey Kate. [ Yay her voice. ] Where are you? Don't go far. I'm in my room ...

[isnotforsale]

[Yep. Empty chapel. ZOMBIE HANK. D:] Chapel.

Your room? Okay. Stay there. [And zoom! Off she goes. Through the halls and tearing up the stairs.]

[threewordspls]

... sorry. [ Oops. He was being transported D: It's hard to move and talk on the phone when everything is like THE SUN OH GOD BURNING. ]

That is a definite affirmative on the staying put. [ Ergh. He shifts under his blanket of protectiveness. Nope. Not leaving his room for awhile. His pounding head and burning eyeballs appreciate the break too much. ]

[isnotforsale]

's okay, Hank. I don't care if you accidentally punch me in the face, you're alive. All that matters. [Kate climbs the stairs and heads down the hall to his room. She doesn't bother knocking. Because screw doors. His blanket is up over his head and she stops at the foot of the bed. She lifts her foot, nudging at the mattress.] You alive under there?

[threewordspls]

... I can punch you in the face and live to tell the tale? [ Yes yes, weak joke. He just waits, and without sound coming from anything in his room it's pretty obvious to him when she shows up. The nudge makes him actually smile a bit under his blanket of safety. He sticks an arm out, waving his hand toward her. ] Braaaains ... [ Weak joke number two but shush. ] If you close the door and make sure the window's covered up I can probably come up for air.

[isnotforsale]

Accidentally. [She repeats for emphasis.

Kate snorts when his arm sticks out from under the blanket. She glances to the window. Nope. Covered. She crosses over to close the door behind her.] It's safe? I guess.

[threewordspls]

Right. Accidentally. [ Accidentally on purpose right? Right?? At least his zombie impression went over well. At the all clear he finally uncovers his head, hair sticking up every which way. ] Hey.

[ He can see her now ;; He's squinting a bit, trying to deal with the adjustment from darkness to dimness. ]

[isnotforsale]

[Kate's eyes slowly adjust to the lack of light and she crosses over to look down at him.] So, brain-eater, you can't handle light now that you're back from the Underworld?

[threewordspls]

Mandalus rules and regulations apparently on reanimation. Acquire the taste for brains, pay the price.

[isnotforsale]

Couldn't you have just paid a small fine or something? I bet brains taste horrible.

[threewordspls]

I never found the office to go do that at. Their signs and maps sucked.

[isnotforsale]

Isn't that always the way with businesses? The signs and arrows leading you around in circles. They need color coded lines on the floor like in a hospital.

[threewordspls]

With crappy businesses. [ No he's totally not picturing a web of lines on the floor directing people traffic. ] Follow the yellow line?

[isnotforsale]

That goes without saying. Most businesses are crappy. [Kate snorts.] Yellow, green, blue, red. Gotta sort of keep it basic because saying 'Follow the chartreuse line', not everyone is gonna know what color it is. Hell, I don't. Or, you could go with different thicknesses of the lines. Follow the bold line to this area, then once you get to the sign in that area, you could reuse the main colors to direct in that general area. [Kate makes a face.] Please stop me. I'm starting to think too much, like you do.

[threewordspls]

I think only a very specific group of people stand a chance of knowing what chartreuse is ... or how to even spell it if there's signs on the walls that act as a key for say, the color blind to make sense of things still. [ ...................... and this is Henry, having himself a laugh. Oh how it feels good to really laugh considering how his day's been going. ] Why would I do something like that? [ Please do keep going, this is amazing. ]