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[painintheneck]

[If you're outside tonight, enjoying the... Camp atmosphere... you may notice a bit of a distraction going on near one of the abandoned barns. The distraction turns out to be a line of zombies carrying multiple suitcases, bird cages, boxes of old magazines and a chaise lounge inside said barn while a young woman in a white suit supervises

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[ladycoderring]

Wow.

[painintheneck]

Well, hello there. You're very pretty.

[ladycoderring]

[blink]

Oh, um... thank you?

[painintheneck]

You're very welcome. What's your name?

[impiersonate]

Not a whole lot.

((placeholderrrr.))

[painintheneck]

It's sad, really.

[actionpainting]

Brain eating?

[painintheneck]

[little laugh]

Good answer.

[actionpainting]

I try. But hey, for dead guys? They're doing pretty well.

[painintheneck]

True, they could be permanently dead. Anything else is an improvement.

[ridestherider]

[This would be much less strange if Natsumi could actually see right now, but since she's blind for the moment ...]

I don't really know who you mean, but the answer for most things around here is "not a lot".

[painintheneck]

[raising an eyebrow]

The zombies.

[ridestherider]

[Now that she's pinpointed exactly where that voice is coming from, she turn her head a little in that direction so that she doesn't seem rude. This business takes getting used to.] Ah.

Then, yes; mostly they're good for nothing except maybe being a pain in the ass.

[painintheneck]

[taking a step closer and laughing]

That's a good answer.

[forcedtoplay]

Wow, that's really impressive.

[painintheneck]

Thank you. It's really not as hard as it seems, though.

[forcedtoplay]

I've never seen anyone else do it.

Are you new?

[painintheneck]

Yes, I am. Actually I arrived about a week ago, but I haven't had a chance to move in until tonight.