December 25th, 1952, Late Evening

[eventhesmallest]

[A zombie attack on Christmas, how delightful. Frodo had already been in a bit of a funk about the fact that this is the second Yule (for him, as it was early spring in his world when he left) that he's spent away from home. And now this

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[turian_honor]

[On his way out, rifle slung onto his back, wearing more layers than a normal person should.]

Just stay indoors, and you'll be fine. I think.

[eventhesmallest]

[He'll blink in surprise and then - yes, that's a genuinely concerned face.]

You're...going out?

[turian_honor]

I have to. I'm an officer... apparently.

[He shrugs, still headed for the door.]

[eventhesmallest]

Ah, is it...safe? [Yes, stupid question, Frodo's prone to them when anxious.]

[valinorslost]

[Such... creatures. Artanis is not sure yet what to make of them, and cannot think of them as anything other than abominations of Morgoth or some similar dark figure. Though the thought that there could be more than one of such is enough to fill her with a chill quite different from that which fills Veles.]

You seem troubled, Frodo. Not that I can apportion blame for such, given the circumstances, but...

[She crosses to sit beside him, placing one hand on his shoulder. That hand now bears the ring of her brothe Finrod Felagund; she knows not how it came to be here but would recognise it from any distant dream.]

If such are not unknown in this realm, then I am sure that the people here will know how to deal with them.

[She, too, wishes that there was a sword at her side. It has been long since she has not carried one, and she feels somehow bare without it.]

[eventhesmallest]

[He gives a bit of a start at her hand, then offers a small, somewhat wan smile - he is somewhat out of practice when it comes to smiling.]

I find I am troubled more often than not, as of late. Though I suppose it is less out of fear, for as you said those here must know how to react to such...intruders.

[He'll sigh softly, resisting the childlike urge to swing his legs impatiently, frustration at his lack of fighting ability welling up inside him.] This irritation is born of a feeling of...uselessness, I suppose.

[valinorslost]

Such a feeling I can certainly appreciate. It is unfortunate that they do not seem to have weapons to spare.

[Artanis is far from the Lady Galadriel that Frodo does and will one day know. She removes her hand from Frodo's shoulder again, the contact restored.]

Then again, I suspect that either you or I would have much to learn before we could truly consider facing such as they speak of.

[She thinks nothing of Frodo's talk of fighting. The act of war and bloodshed may be new to her people and her world, but there are few or none who do not know of it, and in pursuing Morgoth all knew that they had committed themselves to more dark and violent days.]

((OoC: I have this urge to threadjack the thread below just to really cause some mindfucking...))

[eventhesmallest]

Indeed. Were there arms for all, I would be more than happy to offer such aid as I could. Even without it, I do wish I could do more than simply sit and wait.

[He'll offer a bit of an apologetic smile.] I am afraid, my lady, that you have made the acquaintance of a particularly impatient hobbit.

[[ooc: DOOO EEET :D]]

Glomps on the Hobbit!

[wing_leader]

-=Have a tall, dark and seriously grumpy pacing by the doors like a caged tiger. Not that he wanted to go outside, but now that he's been told he can't, he now wants too.=-

What the hell is this shit?

-=Even though he doesn't have that creeper feeling going on, he still looks intimidating.=-

Stay inside while the zombies do... what. What could they do outside in the snow? Can they even dig through snow? Are these things super intelligent, hyper speed, jump across buildings to eat your face off zombies? Fuck knows, I know I don't-because I can't go out and see! -=a thump of his fist against the wall by the door makes the guards turn and give him a baleful look=-

-=Kohl promptly scowls and flips them off. They turn away with a laugh, which just infuriates him more.=-

Assholes.

-=What hobbit? We haven't noticed him yet in our little temper tantrum=-

:DDDDD

[eventhesmallest]

[Well. He seems. Upset. Thought Captain Obvious, the hobbit.]

....are you all right?

<3 it gets better

[wing_leader]

-=not turning around yet.=-

No, of course I'm not alright. If I were alright, do you think I'd be bitching at the wall and ultimately at those 'tards out there? Have you seen any zombies around here? No. I think it's all one giant conspiracy just to keep us on our toes. And I'm not even going to start about the food. I don't know what the hell they're feeding us, but it's not food. I can't get home--I don't even know how the hell I got here. There are signs, however that either myself or one of my brothers or...shit me up a pole, The Original was here, and as luck would have it, I'm bunking in the same place as he was. Where the hell did they go? Did they get sent back or were they stuck away in some corner in the city here, forced to do terrible things? No one knows. No one really cares to know, either.

-=Turns around, scowling, and then grunts.=-

And to top it off, I'm talking to Elijah Wood.

XD

[eventhesmallest]

[Give him a moment or two...]

...I think you've confused me with someone else.

[larva_ismybitch]

To be intangible might be best, when dealing with zombies.

[eventhesmallest]

Mmmm? Ah, yes. Er. A pity that such things are...impossible.

[larva_ismybitch]

You don't sound quite certain that they are.

[eventhesmallest]

Ah. But...but they certainly are, correct?