Post by Melody Arachne on May 31, 2007 12:58:28 GMT -5
Melody shakes her head, moving behind the bar and finding a rag to start wiping down the still-splattered counter.
"Hmm ... maybe that explains the staggering quiet of late. Did you fellas notice? A heck of a lot of the deaders are missing. You don't suppose they found a way out ...?"
Soapy water splashes down the bar, washing away the dried blood and other less savory substances. "Wouldn't that be a gas? Here we are penned up, and if they get out we might end up being safer in here. Any of you goobers hear anything from outside?" Ashtrays are dumped, cleaned, set back out. Bowls are filled from a can of peanuts behind the bar.
"We're gonna need fuel for the genny pretty soon ..." She glances towards the kitchen's swinging door, odd flickers of light barely illuminating the gloom within. "And some flares, for that priest's fourth of july thing. You guys gonna be here for it? I figure we'll haul an old grill up on the roof, make it a party."
She opens the locked metal grill behind the bar and slides it open, exposing row upon row of bottles still miraculously unbroken. "Gotta get the ice machine working again, too. And I'm pretty sure the cooler took a stray bullet when the crocs broke in." Dust is swiped from the array of bottles, a few are pulled out to go beneath the bar, the protective grill is locked once again.
"SO. You boys have any idea how to fix anything practical, that doesn't have a motherboard or flashy laser lights? Anyone?"
"Hmm ... maybe that explains the staggering quiet of late. Did you fellas notice? A heck of a lot of the deaders are missing. You don't suppose they found a way out ...?"
Soapy water splashes down the bar, washing away the dried blood and other less savory substances. "Wouldn't that be a gas? Here we are penned up, and if they get out we might end up being safer in here. Any of you goobers hear anything from outside?" Ashtrays are dumped, cleaned, set back out. Bowls are filled from a can of peanuts behind the bar.
"We're gonna need fuel for the genny pretty soon ..." She glances towards the kitchen's swinging door, odd flickers of light barely illuminating the gloom within. "And some flares, for that priest's fourth of july thing. You guys gonna be here for it? I figure we'll haul an old grill up on the roof, make it a party."
She opens the locked metal grill behind the bar and slides it open, exposing row upon row of bottles still miraculously unbroken. "Gotta get the ice machine working again, too. And I'm pretty sure the cooler took a stray bullet when the crocs broke in." Dust is swiped from the array of bottles, a few are pulled out to go beneath the bar, the protective grill is locked once again.
"SO. You boys have any idea how to fix anything practical, that doesn't have a motherboard or flashy laser lights? Anyone?"
