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[indefeasible]

Bonfire.

My place.

Right now.

Got any shit to burn, bring it over. Let's light up this sorry place like the mardigra's come to town.

Time to send these motherfuckers up in smoke.

[ooc; spring-cleaning. Bring your dead!]

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[arpillera]

So that's what smells.

[indefeasible]

Kind of thought it was an improvement, myself.

[arpillera]

Well, watching them burn as opposed to trying to eat me for dinner... Yeah.

An improvement.

[indefeasible]

Nothing like a pile of well-done zombies to make you lose your appetite.

You know, you look a little familiar, sweetheart.

[gatitalinda]

Nice to see you're still in good spirits.

[indefeasible]

Hey, sunshine! Was beginning to wonder where you got to.

How are you holding up?

[gatitalinda]

Sunshine? First time I've been called that.

A few cuts and scrapes, but I'll manage. What about you?

[indefeasible]

I'm good.

Couple of grazes, few burns, nothing I can't live with. Sons of bitches tore up my jacket, though.

Guess I shouldn't enjoy piling them up and watching them burn so much, but hey.

I liked that jacket.

[xxsluttering]

They say New Orleans disappeared ages ago in a storm and came back in the form of a floating city. Any buildings hidden in that cadaver smoke?

[indefeasible]

Did that come from the same people who reckon San Francisco dropped into the San Andreas fault and is now ruled by a secret civilisation of mole-people?

In any case, I haven't looked.

You're welcome to, though. Just don't get too close, sweetheart.