Memo 004: Thank Yous and Loose Ends (Backtrack to day after zombie outbreak ends)

[prpl_assistant]

A. Phone (Filtered away from The Doctor, The Major and Schrodinger)

Thank you to everyone who came by the hospital and defended it. It wasn't easy, but we did it, and I'm really grateful for everyone's cooperation.

B. Phone (filtered to both the RED Spy and the BLU Spy)Would it be possible for me to see the two of you today? Sometime before lunch

Comments

E

[letunityblossom]

[Since they've only spoken over the phone, Lithuania doesn't recognize her on sight. Still, she does look like she's not a drone, at least.]

Good morning, miss.

[prpl_assistant]

(She looks up from the address she had written up. That voice did sound somewhat familiar, but she can't place it at the moment...)

Oh, good morning sir. I don't suppose you know where this address is? I was given directions, but I'm still a bit loss. I need to get to 726 Anderson Lane.

[letunityblossom]

[He's sure he's heard that voice not too long ago... Of course, with all the zombies, he's been a bit distracted.]

Let's see, Anderson Lane would be two blocks that way. This place can be hard to navigate, with everything looking so similar.

[He points to clarify.]

[prpl_assistant]

Oh, I see now. Thanks very much sir. I'm still trying to get used to this place; all the houses look so similar that it's difficult to tell them apart.

F

[tapshoetomove]

[And there's a little boy answering the door. He carefully peaks out through the crack in the door.]

Hello?

[prpl_assistant]

(She guesses that this must be the not!child in Susan's family. He didn't seem to be a drone, at least. She gives him a smile.)

Good morning. Does a Miss Susan stay here? I'd just like to thank her for helping me out a few days ago.

[tapshoetomove]

Oh, yes. Please come in.

[Luke smiles and opens the door, allowing for miss Pauling to step inside.]

[prpl_assistant]

Thank you. You must be the child in the house then?

(She steps in as she speaks to him. He seems like a nice young man.)

F

[deaths_heritor]

[Whenever Miss Pauling has concluded her conversation with Luke and other members of the household, she will find Susan at the breakfast table grading papers. This seems to consist of copious usage of red pen.]

[prpl_assistant]

(Miss Pauling walks into the house. When she sees Miss Susan at the breakfast table, she coughs slightly, just to get her attention.)

Excuse me, Miss Susan? I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I was told that you'd be here. I don't want to keep you from your work, but I'd just like to pass these to you, as thanks for your help the other day.

(She hands her the bag of cookies.)

I'm really sorry that they're a bit burnt, but baking and cooking have never been a strong point of mine.

[deaths_heritor]

Miss Pauling.

[She'll look up from her work in some surprise, taking the bag of cookies. The thought passes her mind that it was a bit silly to gift something you weren't good at making, but she suspects her clever remarks wouldn't be appreciated.]

You really don't have to do that. We have a pink pony who already bakes far more than the rest of us could ever hope to consume.

[Susan pauses for a half second for Pinkie Pie to spontaneously appear out of nowhere with a tray of cupcakes, as per the rules that governed this sort of comedy. She'll continue when nothing happens.]

But thank you, nonetheless.

[prpl_assistant]

No problem. I wanted to give you something, but I wasn't exactly too sure what would be a good gift. I thought that cookies would be a safe bet, but I guess not.

A pink pony? I actually met a flying talking unicorn the other day. Perhaps they're from the same world.

Anyway, I don't really want to intrude, seeing as you're busy and all. Thanks again for all your help.

B.

[un_beau_coquin]

Bozh of us? Mademoiselle, please tell me zhat you are not referring to my pazhetic excuse of a counterpart...

But I do 'ope you know zhat I am always more zhan willing to see you and your gorgeous face.

Phone: Private to RED Spy

[prpl_assistant]

Unfortunately, I am. I have something very serious I need to discuss with the both of you, in private and as soon as possible.

(She blushes again at the RED Spy's comment. Really, she is a PROFESSIONAL, why does she feel so girly when he does this?)

Ummm, well, thank you. I'll...keep that in mind.

[un_beau_coquin]

[Have an exaggerated sigh.] Alright, alright. If it is for you, 'ow can I say no?

Mais, if you could, I would not mind knowing what it is you would like to discuss.

[prpl_assistant]

Thank you Mr Spy. I really appreciate it.

I'd just like to talk about the hospital.

F

[strike_you_out]

[As Susan's visitor is leaving toward the front door, she may hear a faint "psst" from the nearby staircase. There's a boy sitting on the steps, different from the one who had greeted her at the door, though similar in age. This one appears shadowy in comparison as he watches her between the posts of the banister.]

[prpl_assistant]

(She stops and turns back to see the boy on the steps. Was he there before...?)

Oh, hi there. Is there something I can do for you?

[strike_you_out]

What happened the other day?

[Someone's been eavesdropping...]

[prpl_assistant]

(There was something about this boy that made her uneasy. She just couldn't place it though...)

Are you Miss Susan's other son in Mayfield?

(She's not going to simply give him information unless she knows it's a safe thing to do.)