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[It Came From The Dairy Aisle] Sunday, Undead Sunday

Oct 30, 2011 06:42

[ Ilsa does have that dress in her wardrobe at home. ]

[ After she crawls from her grave, she's going to take a few moments to brush herself off and head out looking for her mates and friends. ]

[ She's moving slowly, but why are you running? She just wants to give you a hug! ]

((OOC: Replies will be falling into place after 1600 CST.))

mayfield, tarvek, action, egon, event, attachments

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velesdonnersen October 30 2011, 12:10:42 UTC

[Oh, now, really. Tarvek doesn't know whether to laugh with relief, or fume. I mean, really. Really? This?]

Blue lightening and hail stones. Ilsa, liebchen, they have turned you into a bad B-movie -- and you made sure I got to see enough bad B-movies to know.

Gah... so much dirt, liebchen. If I run, will you follow me home so we can hose you off?

ooeeooahah October 30 2011, 23:10:58 UTC

[ Ilsa headtilts, and smiles lopsidedly at Tarvek. ]

Grrah?

[ She reaches out to hug him, but she is also dreadfully slow. ]

velesdonnersen October 31 2011, 10:53:50 UTC

[So very glad she's back, and likely to end up all right in the end.]

Eeeee! Oh, dread! Zombie Ilsa is after me! [He laughs -- another thing he had too few chances to do back in Europa. He pretends to run away -- but not very fast or effectively. He's willing to let her catch him.]

Help. Help. I am being chased by Zombie Ilsa!

ooeeooahah October 31 2011, 11:22:27 UTC

[ She giggles, but it is s little bit of a liquid sound, and gives chase... shambling along, with a bit of a hip-sway. ]

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drspengler October 31 2011, 05:37:40 UTC

[Egon's caught sight of who he thinks is Ilsa. He's scanning her with his PKE meter and making no indication that he's going to run from her. He merely raises an eyebrow at the off-the-chart reading he gets on the madly whirring device.]

Ilsa I need to have a word with you.

ooeeooahah October 31 2011, 11:21:03 UTC

[ Ilsa is ignoring the meter, opting for giving him a hug, snuggling into his shoulder... and smearing the heavy makeup on his shirt. ]

Mmmmr?

drspengler October 31 2011, 18:13:44 UTC

[He holds his arms away as she drapes herself on him and he gives her an odd look.]

That's an interesting effect. [He tries to gently pry himself out of her grasp so he can make some notes.]

ooeeooahah October 31 2011, 22:18:07 UTC

Mrr?

[ She look up at him quizzically, then nods. ]

Mmmmm.

[ Ilsa's just going to sling him over her shoulder and head for the house. At lest his arms are free now. ]

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