001. baby, can't you see?

[gutsofaguppy]

I guess I'll have to [re]evaluate which of the Zombieland rules apply here, on the Barge, but certain rules are just universal. And after much deliberation (and re-deliberation), I bring you Rule #33: Never leave a man behind. Or lady. As long as they haven't been zombified. Though at one point I was very much about the Every-man-for-himself

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SO MUCH BUDDY GLEE

[hates_coconut]

And then he tones it down.

[hates_coconut]

The Hell are you doing here?

rofl :DDD

[gutsofaguppy]

Same thing you are, Tal.

[switches to voice, tapping on the wall - which Tal could both hear in his room and over the journals]

We're neighbors.

[hates_coconut]

And who's lookin after Little Rock?

OH HE KNOWS WHO YOU ARE, COLUMBUS

[stopthat_destro]

Escalators?

Columbus has yet to have his heart broke THX

[gutsofaguppy]

They're... ominous.

Pffth, like Columbus won't end up with the girl. HE'S THE GOOD GUY

[stopthat_destro]

You're joking

I guess they... can be that.

b-but Rex has the badboy charm in his corner :/

[gutsofaguppy]

I prefer to take the stairs. It's an important part of limbering up. (That's rule #18 for surviving Zombieland, and probably the Barge too).

[major_west]

So. You've experienced the infection, too.

[gutsofaguppy]

Uh.. yeah. I have. You have?

[major_west]

I have. We didn't have quite so many rules, however.

[gutsofaguppy]

Rules kept me alive.

[a_bit_put_upon]

Quite insightful. Welcome; despite the volley of naysayers you're likely to attract simply by not blessing us with a string of obscenities, I'm certain you'll do quite well. I'm the Doctor.

As for home... I suppose I'd have to say my ship. That is to say, not this ship, but mine. She's a loyal old girl; the best a nomad could ask for.

This may sound a bit odd, but... have you got any experience in first aid?

[gutsofaguppy]

Thanks. I think. The doctor of what? [quietly goes OMGITCULDNTBE]

Your ship? Is it like this one?

Sort of. Is something wrong?

[a_bit_put_upon]

A bit of everything, I suppose. Only just now, a bit of medicine. There's been a... well, I'm not certain. But it's disintegrated many of the denizens, and we're a bit short-handed in the infirmary. Pardon my forward request, of course, but if you've come here to help, you've picked a perfectly opportune time to do so.

My ship is a bit like this one, but in a very distant sense. It's a bit difficult to explain, though I'd love to do so later over tea, if you're interested. Just now, we're all a bit busy.

[gutsofaguppy]

I.. Sure, okay. Yes. I'll help. [you're the freaking DOCTOR, how could I say no :/]

I'm - interested! Later, yeah.

[thegooddrjones]

Welcome to the Barge. I'm Martha Jones, a friend of Tal and Wichita and I'm a Doctor in the infirmary here. Don't worry, it's not always this insane.

[Private]

[gutsofaguppy]

You know them? Did they mention me?

[Private]

[thegooddrjones]

Yeah, I know them. I've even met Little Rock.

[Private]

[gutsofaguppy]

--How?