{Eighteen (46)} &diams There's a yellow brick road/That we follow back home

[burnt_orangesky]

[Her writing is rushed, a little bigger than she would normally write, in her haste to get the words down on the page.]

What the bloody hell happened while I was away?

[A slight pause, and her next writing is almost calm.]

Precisely how long have I been away?

-Fred

[ooc: I'm assuming 00 was asleep when Fred got home.]

Comments

Lol. Maybe when she gets online!

[spandexisyouth]

But sometimes!

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

Depends on when the next disaster is scheduled.

[bloody-pens.livejournal.com]

Still a hell of a story, either way.

[live_ringer]

Which hopefully isn't for a long damned time, but who knows with this place.

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

PANTS! I had my pants! Geez people. This is how rumors start.

Look. Long story short, I got cover in Zombie vomit. It had something in it, pheromones or maybe digested bits we shouldn't think about and it attracted all the other baddies so it was my brains or my shirt. I think I was justified.

[spandexisyouth]

I am glad that you still had pants. And Bell starts a lot of rumors, I think.

Oh. Yes. A shirt is something that can be lost.

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

The next time I'm packing a spare hoodie.

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

Of course he does. I think it's the only thing keeping him sane..ish. Besides you.

That was my best jacket darn it. The sphere owes me a new one.

[live_ringer]

Okay, in all honesty, what did happen to your clothes. Did your previous hoodie just get ripped off?

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

Did you tell her about your Giant Pen of Doom yet?

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

[He draws an arrow down to this comment]

I had to throw off everything but my pants to keep from becoming zombie food. That's how my feet got messed up and why I'm using a crutch.

You?

[spandexisyouth]

Sometimes I think you are right, and that makes me worry.

We can go looking for a new jacket in the bazaar if you would like!

[live_ringer]

Damn. I think you may win for most disgusting experience over the course of the invasion.

I got roped into a game of tug-of-war with an overly long zombie tongue, among other things.

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

Hey. I was just kidding.

Nice try. You're not allowed to get up.

[Neither is he, but who's counting]

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

A winnar is me.

Wait. A TONGUE? Are you sure I won?!

[live_ringer]

A tongue. At least, I think that's what it was. No clue how it reeled that thing in when it wasn't using it.

I'll grant you, it's pretty close. But I it's hard to top vomit from the gut of the undead.

[spandexisyouth]

Oh. I am sorry. Maybe staying inside all of the time is making me not optimistic any more! That is not good!

I am too!

[Bell, likely.]

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

Ugh. So nasty.

Well there was also the whole 'wet and near naked in December' thing too. Yeah I win.

[burnt_orangesky]

I am most pleased to hear it.

[burnt_orangesky]

That is very good to hear.

If one of my friends had vanished for such a long time, I would feel much the same. Thank you.

[burnt_orangesky]

Hello, 00. Are you doing well?

[ghost_of_00]

Yes.

I am glad you're back.

im assuming Genius saw Drop Dead Fred since we're about the same age

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

I hear you're coming over for dinner? Good. Saves me the trouble of walking over to KICK YOUR ASS FOR SCARING US ONCE AGAIN. It's old, Not-Dead-Yet Fred.

...I don't know what that is ;A;

[burnt_orangesky]

Yes, Castle said he would cook.

This one truly was not my fault! I cannot control what the lift chooses to do.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

So Genius is your 'type,' too, hm, Gai-kun?