burnt_orangesky: (What does *this* button do?)
burnt_orangesky ([personal profile] burnt_orangesky) wrote2010-12-20 11:25 am

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

[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.]
live_ringer: (I was a teenage hand model.)

[personal profile] live_ringer 2010-12-20 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
But asking Genius would likely yield the more amusing reaction.

[identity profile] man-genius.livejournal.com 2010-12-21 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah who's the one that's running your lab reports, Mr. Action Jackson? Do you want your painkillers or not?
live_ringer: (To people so slow.)

[personal profile] live_ringer 2010-12-21 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
You're a ruthless man to threaten withholding something like that. What happened to the hero who saved children?
Edited 2010-12-21 02:02 (UTC)

[identity profile] man-genius.livejournal.com 2010-12-21 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
['Ruthless man' is underlined because wow. When will someone EVER say that again?]

The hero is off duty.
live_ringer: (Fast as fast; never turning back.)

[personal profile] live_ringer 2010-12-21 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Probably never again... unless they get some memory of Genius's brain scrambling activities.]

At this rate we'll have to ask you to post your hours.

[identity profile] man-genius.livejournal.com 2010-12-21 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Depends on when the next disaster is scheduled.
live_ringer: (Whatever and ever. Amen.)

[personal profile] live_ringer 2010-12-21 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Which hopefully isn't for a long damned time, but who knows with this place.

[identity profile] man-genius.livejournal.com 2010-12-21 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
The next time I'm packing a spare hoodie.
live_ringer: (That I have found it.)

[personal profile] live_ringer 2010-12-21 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, in all honesty, what did happen to your clothes. Did your previous hoodie just get ripped off?

[identity profile] man-genius.livejournal.com 2010-12-21 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[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?
live_ringer: (What are you smoking?)

[personal profile] live_ringer 2010-12-21 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
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.
Edited 2010-12-21 03:40 (UTC)

[identity profile] man-genius.livejournal.com 2010-12-21 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
A winnar is me.

Wait. A TONGUE? Are you sure I won?!
live_ringer: (Do what you want to)

[personal profile] live_ringer 2010-12-21 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] man-genius.livejournal.com 2010-12-21 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Ugh. So nasty.

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