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[can_be_more]

I'd never fought zombies before this weekend. It could have been worse, I think. I left the library to go with Ash, but thought I would be better off sticking to the front lines, where I fought with notsouledyet, emo_padawan, _dark_chylde, _gottahavefaith, deirdreofamber and bugofjustice (who is really insistent on me having a battlecry. This will not happen). They are all amazing fighters and I was honored to go into battle alongside them. notsouledyet really did a superb job in leading us.

I sacrificed a weapon and some ammunition in order to turn them into grenades, and I was surprised that I could even think of using a chakan oil cartridge for lighter fluid. I don't usually think that way. You shoot things until they stop moving and that's just the way things happen, but it was good to get creative.

I did stop at the Victory Party momentarily before finding John in his room with most of my roommates and several others. I ended up falling asleep there, covered in zombie goo, next to John, who was also covered in zombie goo. Not the most romantic of nights, but it was far from terrible.

Now it's a matter of cleaning up and laundry and finding another pair of leather pants because those are... not saveable- Chiana, you and I never did go into town- and finding out which blonde has my gun. The one that apparently answers to the name "Juanita".

For the record, NO ONE IS EVER TAKING MY FRELLING WEAPONS FROM ME AGAIN. EVER. No weapons locker, no firing range. I will not shoot unless the situation calls for it, and I will even hide it if it makes people uncomfortable, but the first week it was a giant squid, the second it was werewolves, and this week it was werewolves. Got it?

Comments

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

I say embrace both. I can live through fashion shows done for my benefit.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

I suppose you'll want into the dressing room as well.

Any thoughts on what I ought to wear to Homecoming, then?

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Me

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Hm. I suspect my date wouldn't appreciate that.

Yet. He's indicated he's not the possessive sort.

Perhaps a different night.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

You say that as though threesomes have to be f/f/m

[can_be_more]

(OOC: I sw that comment and my brain automatically added Spike in there.)

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

(OOC: *dies* OMG. Please. You are inciting me so much today. Bad Aeryn-mun. No cookies for you.)

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

(OOC: Like that's never happened? It's a great way to get him to shut up, let me tell ya)

[can_be_more]

(OOC: *totally misinterprets "great way to get him to shut up" comment* *brain goes to a worse place*)

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

*Eyebrow arch* you 100% certain you read it the wrong way? He can't talk if his mouth is full

[can_be_more]

Okay, maybe I didn't misinterpret it...

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Dirty mind after my own heart ;)

[can_be_more]

*brain swims around in gutter*

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

I like you. No teenaged angst here. Thank the gods.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus: None of the soul, none of the emo-brooding crap

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Ah. Rather like Camulus then. Without the whole 'could get turned into a Gou'ald' thing.


Scratch. There's that whole vampire thing with you.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

True, but on the plus side I don't need to breathe. You'd be amazed how handy that is in the bedroom.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

*plays cool* I can see how that would be handy.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Dating a vampire means never having to ask "Hey, you think my boyfriend's into giving oral?"

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Let's stick with casual fuck, shall we? Boyfriend seems so...formal. I'd hate to have to plan dates.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

True. Plus less actual work per fuck. Win/win if you ask me

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

I plan to make you work very hard. Often. And likely not by myself.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Promises, promises.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Perhaps. *purrs* Or perhaps it was an invitation.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

I do so hate to turn one of those down. Your place or mine, kitten?