Room 407; Saturday Evening [ 04/04 ].

[not_a_mused]

So, he'd done some research and played messenger-boy, and then went and researched some more, so Cal figured he'd covered enough bases that, if he wanted to go back to his room, no one would give him crap about it

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[swipedthatfoot]

Claire had smoked a lot of pot and gone back to her room, napped, had a shower, and was feeling ... not okay. But not not okay.

Okay enough to go check on Cal, anyhow, which was what she was doing. She roamed into the room uninvited and stood near the bed. "I hate this a lot."

It worked for hi, kind of.

[not_a_mused]

Kind of. Cal tilted his head a little, shifting his eyes away from the ceiling and toward Claire. "All the zombie stuff?" he asked, as if she could be talking about anything else.

[swipedthatfoot]

"Yeah," she said, flopping down beside him. "I'm so not the fighty type. Are you okay?"

[not_a_mused]

Cal nodded, shifting, letting his arm fall out and open to invite her to into a nice lazy cuddle. "Mmhm," he said.

Perhaps too okay, really.

"Helped out in the library a little."

[swipedthatfoot]

"I hung out on the roof," Claire said, curling to settle against him a little more. "What did you find in the library?"

A flash of guilt passed through her; should she have done that?

[not_a_mused]

Once if felt like Claire was settled, Cal wrapped his other arm around her, shifting himself closer. "Just some stuff," he said, "about voodoo. Zombie curses. Witch doctors. Gremlins. Stuff like that."

[swipedthatfoot]

Claire wrinkled her nose. "Oh, fun," accused Ms. I photograph dead bodies for art Fisher. "Think it'll help things get back to ... y;know, you can't really say normal here."

[not_a_mused]

Cal grinned a little at that. "Relative normalcy?" he tried. "Probably. Which'll be good."

Although he said it in a tone that suggested his relative apathy toward his fate as either zombie survivor or zombie food.

[swipedthatfoot]

"Relative normalcy," Claire agreed, reaching a hand up to trail through his hair. "Thank God."

Though something about his tone was ... off. "Are you okay with the zombie thing?"

[not_a_mused]

"They're walking, biting undead monsters," Cal pointed out. "Who would be okay with them?"

Although he oddly kind of was. Maybe 'okay' wasn't the right word, he just questioned whether or not he could really care.

There was a hand in his hair, though, and Cal closed his eyes and could be okay with just about anything right now.

[swipedthatfoot]

"I don't know. You just sounded weird," Claire said, also closing her eyes. Mmmm, warm boy next to her. "Like you wouldn't really care if they bit you."

[not_a_mused]

Well, he didn't.

"I probably wouldn't care after they bit me. Can't imagine the thought process is very involved."

[swipedthatfoot]

"See, I was trying to tell Penelope that," Claire said, digressing from her musings on his tone. "She was all convinced she'd kill herself before they attacked if she could. I don't get that."

[not_a_mused]

"Because it wouldn't really much matter afterwards?" Cal guessed.

"I wonder if it'd be painful. I mean, beyond the initial biting."

[swipedthatfoot]

"Right, and because if you kill yourself, you're dead, where if you're a zombie at least you're moving around and everything," Claire explained. "And I don't know. Probably not. They look kind of stupid and slow from the roof."

[not_a_mused]

"Seriously," Cal muttered. "I mean, I guess I can see how it would suck to be bitten, but...is it weird to think that I've been through worse? They're not even that hard to avoid, although I bet they'll probably, eventually, invade the school and the dorms, but still..."