imfollowinghim | twenty seven ✪ voice & spam

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twenty seven ✪ voice & spam

[Filtered to Friends*]

I got a couple clips of ammo, a knife and about a dozen chocolate bars [yes, the horrible D-Ration ones] in my jacket if anyone needs food. I'm not sure if we should trust the stuff here or not. What do we know so far? Anyone found drinkable water?

[Private to Helena]

Where are you?

[Open Spam for the Opera House]

[tbc]

[ooc: One friendly conversation rule applies to the filter, if you think you count, you do. c8]

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There's a kitchen, but the food is wrong. The water maybe, too. I woke here. [And the ghosts are pushy and mean but she's not going to worry him with that right now...] Where are you, serzhant?

Just got out of the ballroom, this place is fubar.

[The ghosts were pushy and mean there, too, in different ways. 8v]

What do you mean, the food's wrong?

Wrong. It's good here, but if you take it from the room, it crumbles. There are prymary eating it outside. Ghosts.

[Wait.]

You ate some of it?

Tasted.

[Look, she's mostly learned her lesson but it smelled so good......]

[Helena!!]

And you're not feelin' sick or anything?

I only ate a little. [Her voice is just a little sulky, or maybe embarrassed.] I saw when it turned to dust and stopped.

Don't keep it to yourself if that changes, alright?

You seen anyone else?

Mm, no, just the ghosts, feeding. There are many.

Yeah, noticed that too. Not exactly friendly.

[A little snort of not-very-amused laughter from her, because no kidding.]

The ones eating at the tables, if you speak to them they scream.

What kind of screaming?

Like you are the ghost, not them. Terrified. Some of them ran.

Well, you are pretty terrifying.

[Kidding but also.]

Did they say anything?

[... She'll take that as a compliment.]

The ones cooking said we wouldn't make it out alive. [A beat, then, helpfully:] They didn't scream.

Guess it's a good thing we're pretty tough to kill.

I'm gonna come find you. You still in the kitchen?

[Oh good, she was hoping you'd say that.]

Outside, at the door.

I'm gonna come find you. Any idea what flood you're on? Guessin' one of the lower ones.

I don't know but lower, yes, I think. I'll wait for you here.

Alright. Keep talkin' so I know you're still there, alright?

[Or so she can tell someone if something happens to him, but it might be best not to mention that...]

[Hey, look, she wants to look out for you as much as you want to look out for her. That thought absolutely crossed her mind, even if instead of saying it, she asks:]

What's "fubar"?

[Somehow she hasn't come across that one before.]

Fucked up beyond all reason. Or fouled up, if you're tryin' to be polite.

[He's looking for stairs that go down, not up, and it takes a minute, mostly because he doesn't really want to have to go through the ballroom again or anything. Then you'd really need to be calling for help for him.]

[Thoughtfully, now:] Fubar.

[She shifts and sits down by the door between the kitchens and the dining room, making sure she's out of the way of the ghosts streaming in and out. She watches the food on their trays dissolve into ashes and dust as they move out amongst the tables.]

Other places have been worse.

Hope you've got some wood to knock on.

It hasn't made us crazy.

[Those have been the worst ones, being out of control and half-insane. That's been worse than the deaths - and their tolls - that have followed.]