Apr 03, 2009 04:59
Call it an insane sense of duty, but Jen was pretty well aware that people would probably be trying to go out in the streets, zombies notwithstanding, and therefore felt obligated to be out there. At least zombies were slow and couldn't fly, right? So nobody'd be dropping her several stories to the pavement this time.
Her laptop was out on the counter, zombie-related research compiling automatically from several sources, and Jen was near the door with her blasters, standing guard and wondering if she'd get a chance to morph at any point so she could use the Vortex Cannon. She missed getting a chance to use that thing.
If this zombie thing made her miss Racerranger this weekend, she'd -- no, look, she wouldn't be furious. She did actually have priorities. But if that happened Jen might sadface a little anyway.
Today's Special*
Free pasta if you're going through town. You might need the carbs.
* - Applicable to customers with a pulse only, sorry.
[OOC: The OCD first produced its pistol for she'd stolen away its rapier, but it couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner it was taken. Can you tell I write these things at stupid o'clock in the morning? Open, and a safe zone for anyone (alive) who needs a break while heading through town!]
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