Room 238, Tuesday afternoon

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All right, stopping in at Tex's shop hadn't gone well. And since she's learned not to steal Janet's medkit, she heads to 238. She knows where the medical supplies are, and since she's pretty sure she's going to start hurting somewhere as soon as the adrenaline wears off, she might as well have them at hand. She heads into the bathroom to get the supplies.

And then there's the matter of washing off the duck blood. Only in Fandom.


[Not godmodding anyone in or out of the room. She's just a little focused right now and bypassed anyone who might be there.]

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She stares at him, which is probably her default expression at him by now. "I was a little more worried about the person in armor bloodletting and turning brains into fish food," Aeryn says. "I wasn't concerned with how the ducks walked."

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"I'm just saying it's not often you see a pissed off duck," Angel replied. "Well I see them. Apparently for you the odds of that are getting better all the time."

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"And all I had to do was walk into a shop. If they ever join forces with the toaster, I don't stand a chance," she says dryly.

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"Bite your tongue," Angel said, not half-serious. "So on a scale of zombies to me losing my soul and finding out there's a convent in town, where are we rating Tex doing the wacky and the sinister ducks?"

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Aeryn's not sure how that scale works exactly. "Let me put it this way," she says. "I got out of there. The new Tex is focused on destruction and the ducks not only attacked, they're watching me. I'm taking it seriously."

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"Then so am I," Angel said. "How can I help?"

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Aeryn shrugs. "I'm not sure, exactly. I wouldn't be able to fight Tex, or New Tex, even if it came to that. Not with that armor. And I have no problem with killing a duck or twenty. Other than that... I don't know."

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Angel took a seat as he pondered this. "What's the armor like? Could it stand up to super-strength?"

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"I don't know," she says, almost apologetically. "I've seen some of the weapons used, and they're pretty efficient. If the armor stands up to that, it has to be some pretty strong stuff. She didn't tell me much about it."

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"Wonder how it'd affect Prof. Tick?" Angel mused aloud. "I hear he's darn near invulnerable."

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She considers this. "He did use himself as a shield against the zombies," she remembers. "And bullets, if I remember correctly."

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"He and I are talking now," Angel said. "If you want I could run this past him."

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"I'd, um, appreciate that," Aeryn says. "You don't need to get caught up in all of this, you know."

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"Souled," Angel said, pointing to himself. "It's what I do."

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She smiles. "Right. Well, I'm glad you have something to do."

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Angel got up and whistled for Sean to come over. "It's dark enough that I can take him for a walk. And let my player scurry afk for a little while like she needs to. I'll keep my eyes peeled for Tex and the ducks. If I see Prof. Tick, I'll fill him in."

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She nods. "Thank you. Watch for ducks."

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"This town does not get less weird," Angel replied. He secured Sean's leash and grabbed his coat. "C'mon boy. I'll be back later."