Who:
terminatefate,
scruffynerdhrdr, and anyone else who wants in, plus zombie!faceless people. Suddenly reminded of school dances in high school.
Where: The gym, which will become locked after stuff starts to go down.
When: Throughout endplot.
Warnings: (if necessary) Just Sarah Connor's [censored] mouth, probably.
(
in like flynn? )
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"Uh, it's just me, it's Chuck," he said, walking out from under a flickering bank of lights. Like that would mean anything. She looked like his mom, she sounded like his mom, and she talked like Frost - but it wasn't her. Sometimes people had the same face here. It happened. Didn't mean it wasn't disorienting. "I didn't think anyone else was going to be here."
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"I needed to practice," Sarah murmured, less sharply. "Thought it'd help work off some of the tension." Being on edge wasn't difficult, not with a decade of hair trigger reaction under her belt. She tilted her head slightly. "You dealing with this fucked up shit okay?"
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"Practicing...probably a good idea," he noted. He hadn't fenced since that one incident with the flight to Paris. And that had been with the Intersect's help. Wouldn't be a bad thing to try and get his fighting skills up to par even if he didn't have that magical little computer in his head anymore - or if it just wasn't working. "Looks like you're really good with those. Better than me, definitely."
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Naturally, Sarah saw that as a challenge.
"Practice, however, makes you notice all your shit moves," Sarah said with a nod. She stopped for a moment to check the room--it felt like they were being watched.
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