♥ don't tie me up

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[Sirkka looks like she just took a bath! In the bathhouse, no less. There may be creepy-crawlies around, but that doesn't mean she can skip out on hygiene. She draws a comb through her long hair methodically as she perches barefoot on the bar, wearing a purple silk yukata.]

It's rather quiet for a zombie apocalypse. Now I'm starting to worry.

[ooc: IMPORTANT NOTE IN THREADS. Your character will only be able to tell the truth when talking to Sirkka! Have fun guys.]

Comments

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Your yukata is almost as striking as you, Princess.

Do you have experience with zombie apocalypses?

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's just a bathrobe, but thank you. [He's cute. Way too young for her, but cute. She offers him a can of soda.]

I used to sneak into horror movies with my friends when I was younger. Does that count?

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[Damon looks rather embarrassed by her just-showered appearance, and shakes his head] I'm not sure I'd call it particularly quiet around here.

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[It's not like he can see anything. It's just... legs. Hi.]

Zombie movies usually have everyone holing up in a building. There's screaming, looting, that sort of thing.

It feels more like the eye of the storm. We don't see how bad it is 'cause we're in the middle of it, but when it moves...

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[Legs are plenty cause for embarrassment. Stuffy Time Lord, remember? :D] I suppose you have a point, though I know nothing about "zombie movies." Are you certain it's wise to be so off-guard? Your outfit doesn't look particularly functional, though it is lovely. Of course, I'm hardly one to talk.

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[This is true. Damon barely shows his ankles. She ought to flip his skirt up sometime just to see what he does.]

Why, thank you. My clothes are only drying. As soon as they're done, I'll go back to wearing them. [Also she doesn't need normal clothes to defend herself. She adds with a flirty little smile:] If that's okay with you.

[boxtheotaku.livejournal.com]

[Looks like Box always meets Sirkka when he is about to clean something. Right now he is dying for a shower, or just to wash his hands, his gloves are on him since a few hours now those need cleaning too, or burning. He is slightly bit frustrated.]

There are still zombies, zombies! Or whatever things these are-- And we can't go home, what is this madness, this is just not right, this should be a movie, or some game and not-- I'm not even sure this is all real!

[Box huffs as he is evades Sirkka in a big circle to get to the tubs. Zombies or not, women are still scarier, even if he knows them, especially now that he is not wearing gloves, and has no cleaning products.]

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[Her smile fades as Box has a freakout. Indeed, he seems to be a mess. She slips off the bar counter, concerned.] Wait, Box. You shouldn't go alone to the bathhouse.

[boxtheotaku.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly stops, and stares at Sirkka in disbelief.] There are zombies there too--!? Don't tell me, don't tell me there are, why would they need to clean too?! Wha- wait you would come with me even if that is the case...?

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

Between here and the bathhouse, yeah. Well, some. Maybe. They're probably gone now, but I would be a horrible person if I just let you go by yourself.

[She lets him keep his personal space.]

Of course I'd come with you. We're all in this together, aren't we?

[boxtheotaku.livejournal.com]

It's completely alright I'm used to people leaving me hanging, I did the same, so I won't judge. [Box PALES, alright he didn't want to say that. Or did he? Let's just pretend he didn't say anything, yes that will work.]

I guess, yes, together. If this is all real, I refuse to believe this all, but still want to know what happened--

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[She blinks at him. He seems rather talkative. But then again, it's Box, and he does have a tendency to ramble.]

Well, considering the people you see and the things they do, I understand... [She walks a little ahead, both to give him space and also to see in case something bad comes.] I wish I knew what caused this. I could-- or rather, we, the Plane as a whole, could certainly find a way to fix it if we knew where it all began.

[boxtheotaku.livejournal.com]

There are good people amongst them, though... [Mutters, and pockets his hands, almost causing his figure to fall out of his pocket.]

I already would be happy to know what just happened! Of course trying to do what I can to fix it, but... all I can think of it's some mechanical problem. Though how could this huge place with this many people cooperate? There is no forum or anything to collect them, or what they know.

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

Mm...

You have a good point. I wonder if there's a way to set up a... a message board? Not like one on the computer, but like those ones in the office that you tack notes onto. But where would we find something like that?

[boxtheotaku.livejournal.com]

We could find a big wall or something for it, but where we could get pins or tapes, or paper, or pens for that matter-- And there is still the question as to where to set it up, because this place is a-as big as i-i-infinity or even bigger there is no center of it, there is no center--! [OCD kicks in, center is important for Box.] The information kiosk would be a good start, but there could be zombies there.

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

The library, probably. [She offers him a smile.] That's probably our best bet for giving and getting information. Everything will be all right. [She seems to emanate a calming sort of aura even though they're walking, and she isn't touching him. But everything in her voice and her posture speaks of safety.] Okay?

[boxtheotaku.livejournal.com]

The library? Yes, we really could find these things there, well, paper definitely. We could always cut out letters to make messages-- [Box blinks and looks at Sirkka, the corner of his mouth is twitching as he is unable to return the smile, yet. Though as they walking he somehow feels calmer. He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. For a moment he could believe everything will be alright.] Okay... But we dust the place off a bit first. Oh, that's the bathhouse, right?

[collector]

[well done on hygiene!] Very nice yukata. I think I should take advantage of being deprived of my usual wardrobe to dress up.

[Braxiatel has, of course, been taking advantage of the ballroom's restocking to make sure he gets suits he likes. He has been stuck with the same cufflinks for days now, though, and that is terrible.]

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[he would probably have a hearts attack]

Of course it's alright with me, I don't think you would be any less lovely. And I'm suddenly wishing I had a very strong drink, despite the fact that my tolerance to alcohol has decreased significantly.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[he's distracted from wooing by Tales of Commoners Adventures!]

It does, it does! What a wonderful tradition of the commoners! Increasing the horror of an already terrifying movie experience by sneaking into the theater and constantly having to contend with the fear of being caught as well, all while saving precious money, too. A true display of commoner's wisdom at work!

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

[with a wry smile as she wheels herself into the bar, Escrima sticks and throwing stars at the ready on her lap] Silence is always more unnerving.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[the Doctor is still in his Skonnan attire, though it's had a good washing, so the helmet is nice and shiny though its feather is drooping a bit; the robes and gloves look stiff and heavy, the boots hard and firm, but then they're meant to

it's no wonder he wants a drink, really]

I prefer this to the tortured screeching, honestly.

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[HAHA WUT. She blinks a few times.] ... I never thought about it like that. We just didn't want to pay our entire month's allowance for a bad movie.

Are you some kind of prince? Referring to people as 'commoners' is sort of...

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[WORTH IT]

You're free to make one anyway. [She slips off the counter and sits on a stool instead, and resumes combing through her hair.] What happened to your tolerance? Medication, perhaps?

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[Oh, good, it seems to be working.] That's right. [She opens the door and peeks inside, then closes the door and backs up a bit so that he can actually pass by.]

All clear! Go ahead, darling.