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[nodummy]

*in the middle of camp there is a young lady playing a rousing melody on a piano, smack dab in the middle of a group of dancing zombies. There is a sign stuck to the side of the piano*

Comments

[darkbecomesme]

*totally dancing with the zombies*

[nodummy]

Yes. Dance. Then Nodame will get food~.

[darkbecomesme]

Hm? What do you mean?

[nodummy]

Tee hee!

[drink_this]

The zombies have enough left of their minds to know what a prom is~?

[nodummy]

The dancers made this face at Nodame; it's sign language for 'play at our prom for us and later we'll give you food.' Nodame learned that from the internet.

[drink_this]

...I don't think it's a good idea to eat anything the zombies give you~

[nodummy]

Eh? Why not? Nodame loves foreign food!

[immelmahhhnn]

These zombies can't dance very well!

[nodummy]

Just because they don't have feet, and some don't have legs, doesn't mean they can't dance!

[immelmahhhnn]

They should stick to a style that they can dance to better like that, then~

[nodummy]

Really? Like what?

[ill_fllay_you]

Why are you just sitting there when you're surrounded like that?

[nodummy]

Playing standing up makes Nodame's legs tired!

[ill_fllay_you]

What? You shouldn't be playing at all, you should be trying to get to a safer place.

[nodummy]

Really?

[doctor_badass]

Did you volunteer to be dinner for the zombie prom or were you suckered into it, young lady?

[nodummy]

Nodame always volunteers! She doesn't care for suckers though; they stick to her teeth.

[doctor_badass]

Nodame-chan is either suicidal or clueless, maybe. Your audience intends to end your life and you plan to let them?

[nodummy]

I don't understand what you're trying to say, Grandmother-san.