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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 3, 2007 8:58:46 GMT -5
"OK...that's not happy enough for you...." The DJ puts on Timberland's Give It To Me with the beat of Justin Timberlake's What Goes Around Comes Around. "If that's not happy for you...I'm just gonna go through all of the music on Z100's current playlist..." He sees a few people looking at him like they're confused. "Oh...I see. Guess I forgot to mention I worked for a radio station called Z100 back in NY...Yes. I keep in touch with what's new on Z100 through the mobile web thing on my cell phone." Timberland's Give It To Me with the beat of Justin Timberlake's What Goes Around Comes Around ends. The DJ quickly puts on Glamorous by Fergie. ((OOC: Z100 is a real radio station! You can take a peek at their current playlist right here.)) |
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Post by Vito The Don on Apr 3, 2007 17:48:36 GMT -5
"Outside world contact? Damn you." He looks at melody. "Was it you who wanted the blowtorch, and my flame thrower is 1000% more safe than the bridge the DJ collasped."
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Post by Melody Arachne on Apr 4, 2007 23:53:43 GMT -5
"That'd be more reassuring, hon, if it wasn't you who built the bridge. Yes, I did mention fire, but I was thinking more along the lines of a welding torch. A flamethrower might be a bit ... extreme."
Melody moves to sit on the stool beside Lachryma, pulling a box of smokes from beneath the bar. She taps one out, offers the pack the the Russian.
"So we're relatively secure, there aren't any hordes banging on the doors ... I'm thinkin' ... daquiri party."
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Post by Lachryma on Apr 5, 2007 0:05:16 GMT -5
Lachryma waves off the cigarettes.
"No thanks, I like lungs. So, what is daiquiri party? Is some sort of Caribbean drink, no?"
Her eyes seem to almost glaze over.
"Mmm...Cuba...."
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Post by Melody Arachne on Apr 5, 2007 7:29:08 GMT -5
Mel laughs, blowing a smoke ring. "Like the constant cases of dead aren't gonna do us all in eventually, I should worry about lung cancer?"
"Who the hell knows what's in those needles anyway? Hey, maybe we should have revive serum daquiris ..."
"No, no, not cuban, well I don't think so anyway .. they're icy and sweet and .. here's the part you'll like ... fruity!"
Melody hops off her stool, goes around the bar to rummage. "Gonna have to make sure the blender works, start stockin' up on ice ... hey I hear Stickling is open, one a' you boys want to run over there and pick up a few things for us?"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 5, 2007 7:51:12 GMT -5
"Stickling's open? Maybe the new CDs have been airdropped in the mall! I'll head there now! Just give me the list of what is needed!"
The DJ pops a CD with one of his best mixes on the CD player and puts it on replay.
"Didn't think I would leave without leavin' the music on, did ya? Now...where's that list?"
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Post by Lachryma on Apr 5, 2007 9:13:16 GMT -5
Lachryma seems pretty fething excited for being stuck in a zombie-filled city.
"Ooo, fruity drink?! Party will be lovely! Well, you boss DJ around, I go to hospital to get costume for event."
She jogs up the stairs.
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Post by Specialist290 on Apr 5, 2007 18:41:52 GMT -5
Specialist sips on his scotch again.
"Daquiris, eh? I have an ancestor who used to live on this island somewhere in the Atlantic called Shartak, about 2 or 3 hundred years ago. He was originally a cook aboard a pirate vessel, but it wrecked, and he lost an eye. They say he could whip up the best darn banana-and-rum daquiris on the whole island.
"Speaking of revive syringes and what might be in 'em... Well, once I got stuck twice by a guy, or a couple of guys--probably an accident. When I woke back up, I was high as a kite for practically the whole day. I still had full control over my arms and legs and stuff, but there was just all this energy, and this desire to just jump around and scream "I'M ALIVE!!"... That stuff is pretty darned strong. The guys in my safehouse got so ticked off at my antics that they nearly shot me and dumped me back out. Of course, with a double shot of the stuff in my system, I might have stood back up alive again... Wouldn't that have been a sight to see? I can just imagine the looks on their faces..." He chuckles at the thought.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 6, 2007 7:45:05 GMT -5
On his way by, Leon says over his shoulder "Yeah, I can imagine the headlines: 100 Malton citizens survive zombie apocalypse - Die of bowel cancer from life-giving government issued serum." He also swipes Melody's shotgun and pats her on the bottom before he's vanished again.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 6, 2007 8:54:59 GMT -5
Spinbad returns from Stickling. Apparently he left when no one was looking.
"Sorry it took me a long time to return. I was busy picking out some CDs in the music section. Here's those ice you requested, Mel, with a few other stuff..."
He dumps a pack on the counter. In the pack, there's a few fresh packs of ice, some food, some other supplies, and CDs. The DJ takes the CDs.
"Heh. Those are for me."
He returns to his spot behind the DJing equipment. He takes the CD with his best mixes off and puts on one of his new CDs.
"How bout we listen to Rihanna's Umbrella, or as she says it...Umbrrr-Ella."
Rihanna's Umbrella begins to play.
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Post by Melody Arachne on Apr 6, 2007 9:54:37 GMT -5
"..."
Melody forces her fingers to quit tapping furiously on the bar. "It would be wrong to put a bounty out on him, right? Someone tell me it would be wrong ..."
"Thanks for the pick-up, DJ. I suppose we'll have to make at least one batch kiwi-flavored, or face the wrath of the Red Threat..
...did she say costume?"
She begins packing the ice into the cooler behind the bar. "I've heard tell there's experimental serums, too. Ones that make you beserk, or ones that make you immune to bites for a while. Maybe you got stuck with one a' those, Specialist."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 6, 2007 12:22:11 GMT -5
The DJ picks up his cell and dials a number.
"Many people want to listen to some of the '05-'06 music here....so..."
The DJ waits for someone to pick up. After a few seconds...
"Hello? Z100? Yea, this is your old DJ and fastest hands in NY, DJ Spinbad...Oh don't worry. I'm still alive...No. Everything is under control here, sorta. Listen. I need some things. Can you airdrop some '05-'06 CDs here, at my current location? The coordinates are..."
The DJ checks his GPS and tells the person on the other line the coordinates.
"Yea...OK. No problem...I owe you one, that is if I get out of here...OK...See ya."
The DJ turns to face everyone.
"Well...they're gonna work some things out. They said the earliest the CDs can be airdropped here is a week. I hope you can all wait by then..."
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Post by Lachryma on Apr 6, 2007 12:39:22 GMT -5
Lachryma walks down the stairs slowly. She has her blond hair done up under a nurse's hat, her remarkably clean white blouse is slightly unbuttoned, and she adjusts her tiny white skirt without embarrassment.
She swings her matching white leather satchel up on the bar.
"You like?" she asks no one in particular.
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Post by Specialist290 on Apr 6, 2007 15:21:13 GMT -5
Specialist looks at the packs of ice Spinbad has brought with him and wonders how they stayed frozen so long. Those cases he has must have some sort of climate-controlled storage system, he thinks.
"Well," he replies to Melody, "with all the rumors floating around this city, I wouldn't be surprised to find a deflated dirigible packed up in a crate somewhere in the next warehouse over, or ten million Rubick's cubes for that matter. Supposedly there's this one somewhere out there full of 'em, all solved and perfectly stacked. They say that a guy holed up in there during the early outbreaks and worked on 'em to keep from going crazy... Of course, no one knows where the warehouse is, or even what happened to the guy."
Specialist then glances at Lachryma in her new outfit and tries to suppress a snicker. He succeeds, but the smirk on his face betrays his amusement anyway.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 6, 2007 22:14:20 GMT -5
Leon pops up again from the other side of a half-wall to be a smart-ass to melody about her bounty, but the Russian catches his eyes and he trips over his tongue several times before deciding not to speak at all.
He composes himself, eyes glued to a thousand places at once, not the least of which include her legs, skirt, blouse, hair...He raises his eyebrows quickly and lets them resettle, then says, "Yes. Where did you find it?"
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