Sep 19, 2011 00:25
[Phone (locked to Blaine Anderson, Monday morning)]
So hey, Blaine, about that date for coffee.
[Action (open to Gregg and townsfolk, Monday morning:]
[Kurt has begun preemptively nailing boards to everything. And is probably a little trigger happy, despite handling the weapons in the house like they might burn him. Tybalt understands the mindless nature of the drone hordes well enough, but not why hitting zombies with a flail might be a bad idea. Zombies aren't a pop-cultural phenomenon in Verona, apparently, and it's impossible to tell if he's having a religious crisis at the concept of the dead rising and hungering for the living, or he's just pissed he doesn't get to practice shooting things. So there is a restless Tybalt stalking around the house as well, because Kurt doesn't have the heart to club him with a two-by-four.
If you knock on the door, Kurt'll open one of the smaller windows and shout out at you. This is all taking place between vigorous bouts of panic attack.
This is what happens when major local events are not precipitated by musical numbers. ]
zombies,
wtf mayfield