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Dec 12, 2007 09:21

Who: Sam (laptopfu) and Faith (faithfullyslain) and anyone else wandering and awake at the police station.
What: Theorizing/hoping that the "zomg zombie apocalypse" is an local event. And coffee!
When: Day 2, 8 a.m.
Where: Local Police Station
Warnings: Slight language.

( Coffee at police stations could only be described as sludge. )

Comments 18

faithfullyslain December 12 2007, 17:35:15 UTC

By the time Faith had slunk into the main office after making a few rounds of inspection--okay, so they were on a scheduled guard duty and all that, but Faith was used to being all on her lonesome and having other people 'round, having them 'round to help was something real new--she'd at least managed to clean herself up a bit.

After her roll in th'hay--and god did she really have to think of that metaphor when dealing with the undead?--at the prom, she hadn't looked ready for anything 'cept a bed six feet under, and she hadn't smelled none too pretty either. But mercies of mercies, this hokey little county jail'd come equipped with a shower. A real, working, shower that didn't run brown with rust for the first couple minutes and actually had hot water. Hell if they didn't treat their prisoners better'n they treat their local visitors shacking up at the motel.

It hadn't been easy sluicing off blood an' brain matter off her skin and out of her hair, but god had it felt good. And now she felt pretty damn near close to human again, ( ... )

laptopfu December 13 2007, 14:05:52 UTC

Sam turned, marker cap still in his mouth. His cheeks colored slightly as he quickly removed it so he could talk. "Faith, hey ( ... )

faithfullyslain December 14 2007, 02:36:50 UTC

Heh, cutie. And that weren't just 'cause of the way those slacks rode that ass--a fact she'd refrained from pointing out out loud. Who said she couldn't do restraint ( ... )

laptopfu December 14 2007, 14:16:23 UTC

Sam raised one eyebrow at Faith's mention of Kali demons. They never did get the chance to discuss her zombie slaughtering prowess and the impressive undead asskickery she'd accomplished at the prom. For a Hunter, she seemed kind of young but, at the same time, undeniably skilled.

And Dean had never mentioned any of it. Still, two heads were better than one, and three people could only lead to more brainstorming. It wouldn't hurt if Faith's resume extended beyond zombies and deposed Hindu Gods.

"Kali demons aren't exactly a walk in the park," Sam pointed out. He stared at the map again and sighed, shoulders slumping. "But they would be a lot more simple."

Sam took a sip of coffee and looked at Faith again. Time to compare notes, or at very least copy over her shoulder. "Have you noticed anything else strange? Before the attack, I mean. Anything weird around town?" Disappearances? Unnerving sensations? Electronic equipment failure?

faithfullyslain December 16 2007, 20:42:45 UTC

(OOC: And wow comment deletage. Fail.)

There was a very pregnant pause when Sam went hunting for words, and Faith shifted uneasily. 'Cause sticking around after the Slaying was finished? Not her gig. She was strictly get some, get gone, and that philosophy was standard doings for everything else in her life too. But right now? Job weren't finished and 'sides she had not much hope gettin' out past all them walking dead anyhow. But call it paranoia or whatever, it just didn't feel right talkin' what goes bump in th'night with anyone that wasn't a Watcher.

"Zombies'd probably be too if we had a witch on hand," she commented, frowning in concentration at the dark marks on the map as if they'd all come together in some wonky connect-the-dots to form an answer. "You know. Either Escuera rubinto ruen e unae their asses into th'ground, or at least strike up a scan of some sort. Crowd of th'undead like this? If it's magick, any d'you know the amount of that touchy-feely flash an' fire's needed to raise 'em? We'd find 'em easy ( ... )