Post by Melody Arachne on Jun 29, 2007 11:15:28 GMT -5
Certain now that Taito is on the mend, Melody chuckles and ducks behind the bar. "At last! Someone wants a drink! I had almost forgotten this was a bar, you know?"
She plucks a bottle from behind the protective screen, then recloses it. "Looks like all the light rum got used up in the daquiris, but we got dark." She pours the newcomer a healthy shot. "Got food, too in the back. Nothing fancy, just whatever ValJon feels like whippin' up ..."
Setting the drink in front of him, she smiles and extends a hand. "I'm Melody, the guy over there who thinks the Beatles were Paul McCartney's beginner band is DJ. The fella with the toys is Vito ... the body on the floor is taito, and the zed in the cage is Leon. Don't feed him. He's been bad."
She stands on tiptoe, looks around the bar. "There was another fella here, too ... where'd he go, guys?"
From upstairs come distinctly human voices, and a few moments later a group of coverall-suited workers come down the stairs, pausing to measure the hole in the risers. Melody shakes out a smoke and lights it, obviously pleased.
"You guys can start on the repairs upstairs ... and on the steps. We haven't decided what to do down here yet. You do have an electrician, right? Can you put in a secure booth for DJ?"
"... heh. I wonder if we should put a treadmill in the zombie cage, hook it to the generator. Make 'em work for their brains, right?
... hey ... there's an idea ... zombie workers ..." She finds a napkin, scribbles a note to herself.
"Hey, DJ, where'd those Necrotech papers go? I wanna read those."
She plucks a bottle from behind the protective screen, then recloses it. "Looks like all the light rum got used up in the daquiris, but we got dark." She pours the newcomer a healthy shot. "Got food, too in the back. Nothing fancy, just whatever ValJon feels like whippin' up ..."
Setting the drink in front of him, she smiles and extends a hand. "I'm Melody, the guy over there who thinks the Beatles were Paul McCartney's beginner band is DJ. The fella with the toys is Vito ... the body on the floor is taito, and the zed in the cage is Leon. Don't feed him. He's been bad."
She stands on tiptoe, looks around the bar. "There was another fella here, too ... where'd he go, guys?"
From upstairs come distinctly human voices, and a few moments later a group of coverall-suited workers come down the stairs, pausing to measure the hole in the risers. Melody shakes out a smoke and lights it, obviously pleased.
"You guys can start on the repairs upstairs ... and on the steps. We haven't decided what to do down here yet. You do have an electrician, right? Can you put in a secure booth for DJ?"
"... heh. I wonder if we should put a treadmill in the zombie cage, hook it to the generator. Make 'em work for their brains, right?
... hey ... there's an idea ... zombie workers ..." She finds a napkin, scribbles a note to herself.
"Hey, DJ, where'd those Necrotech papers go? I wanna read those."
