Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Friday Afternoon

[spring_lost]

Cable was a little... preoccupied

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[mouthy_merc]

Humming another Michael Jackson song, Deadpool knocked on the door. This was the best bit of fighty times he'd had in AGES.

[spring_lost]

"It's open."

If Wade had been a zombie, he'd be shiskabob by now - and he wouldn't understand the words anyway.

[mouthy_merc]

And he wouldn't be able to knock. "Guess what I did last night!"

[spring_lost]

"Beat up zombies?"

It was an educated guess. Nate squinted at some of the data as it gathered on one screen.

"Bah," Jan contributed.

[mouthy_merc]

"Well... That too." Wade wandered on past them toward the kitchen. Mmm. Foood. "But guess again."

[spring_lost]

Nate gave enough of a pause to glance at Wade over his shoulder. "I'm not sure I want to."

[mouthy_merc]

"Oh, c'moooon. Guess!"

[spring_lost]

Nate called up the radio transcript from last night. Partly to reinvestigate the circumstances under which most of the bitten had gone down. Partly... "...Michael Jackson?"

[mouthy_merc]

"...you cheated."

[spring_lost]

"I made an educated guess."

[mouthy_merc]

"And cheated," Wade replied. "No pokey the mind."

[spring_lost]

"Actually," he said, "It was broadcasted over the radio." Let it never be said Nate was a complete cultural barbarian.

[mouthy_merc]

"Then why didn't you guess that before?" Wade replied.

[spring_lost]

"I was paying attention to the list of victims."

Jan began to pad after Wade, into the kitchen.

[mouthy_merc]

Wade patted her on the head once she was near, digging around for some food in the fridge. "Oh, please. Everything will be sorted out in the end. This isn't Marvel Zombies, Nate."

[spring_lost]

"Once again, I won't ask," he said, finally looking over to see where Jan had wandered off to. "I think there's still some pizza..."