.02. zombies

[tangentdarko]

[Backdated to end of port.Well. I don't know what the fuck that was, but I'd be okay with never doing it again, you know? I guess it was kind of fun toward the end there, though, when we got the weapons. It was definitely better than shooting cans off a rock. I'm really glad we survived too. I never really thought we wouldn't, but I heard some of

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[tangentdarko]

[Donnie covers his eyes at the bright light as he begins to understand his surroundings again. He was in port and now he's on the Barge again. Naked and without his axe, by the looks of it. He wastes no time in casting his eyes over Buffy and Irene, smiling a little.]

"Hey. You know, we should really celebrate being alive. I mean, what if we had died and never really gotten to know each other?"

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[always_thewoman]

[Irene had found herself lying sprawled on her stomach. Her weapons were gone, as were, unfortunately, her grime-smeared clothes. At Donnie's comment, she looked over. Though rather exhausted, she still managed a tart retort.]

If we were dead, I doubt we'd care much.

[She tried to pull herself up, and hissed softly. She ached all over. Perhaps it was best to stay on the floor for a moment. After her experiences in port, modesty still mattered, but it was a distant concern.]

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[tangentdarko]

[Donnie watched as Irene tried to stand, only a little embarrassed by his own nudity as he sat beside the couch in some ambiguous common room. He grabbed a pillow from off the couch for his lap, to hide the natural reaction to such a situation, but he was still smiling and watching.]

"Well, I'm getting the feeling that you never really die here, so it doesn't really mean the same thing as it would before you came. Come on.. I mean, we're already naked. Why not have a little fun? That's all I'm asking."

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[always_thewoman]

[Irene wanted to laugh at the teenager, but her sense of decorum kept her in check. She stifled the chuckle, but only just barely. As he moved to cover himself, her eyes glanced briefly down his body. She readjusted her eyes swiftly. Although she'd normally verbally shred to bits anyone who spoke to her that way, they had lived through a zombie attack together, and she had a small measure of respect for him, so she simply raised her eyebrows and smirked]

Give it five years, junior, then maybe we can talk.

[It was as close to charitable as he would ever get from her. She couldn't resist adding,]

Besides, I rather think my saving your skin a half-dozen times was present enough.

paddy WOULD tell you. but he's still dead. no answer from him.

[christ_onabike]

[f_ckitybye]

Paddy's in no fit state to fucking answer, son.

That being said, unless anyone else on the staff's got a better fucking idea, it's sandwiches and salads tonight. Reckon people will appreciate the fucking vegetarian option.

[tangentdarko]

What happened to him? Where is he?

How do you make a sandwich without meat unless it's like peanut butter and jelly or grilled cheese?

[f_ckitybye]

He's laid up in the infirmary. Probably will be for the next few days; thank the fucking port for that.

There's things grow in the ground called vegetables. Maybe you've heard of them.

[tangentdarko]

Whose in charge of the food while he's in the hospital?

Yeah, but you can't make a sandwich out of bread and vegetables.

[remarkablyblunt]

You're alright, then?

[tangentdarko]

As alright as I can be, I think.