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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jun 15, 2007 7:13:54 GMT -5
((Ya know Mel...you're mod of this board...I mean...you do have the power to delete posts here...You could always delete the most outrageous ones...))
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Post by Melody Arachne on Jun 15, 2007 8:17:59 GMT -5
((I think that's a global mod power, cuz I can't for the life of me figure out how to either modify or delete other folk's posts. ))
With a rattle of shopping bags, Melody enters through the upstairs windows, muttering and griping. "Stupid malls ... stupid zombies ..." Stashing her new purchases in the room upstairs, she puts the padlock on the door and smooths down her new skirt, frowning and spitting on her finger, wiping a spot of blood off the new material.
Heading downstairs, she pauses at the top of the steps, surveying the bar with a slight scowl. Slipping her mobile phone from a pocket, she taps the case against her front teeth, pondering, before pushing a few buttons and putting the phone to her ear.
"Yeah, it's me." She walks down the stairs, listening to the blaring voice on the other end of the line.
"Yeah, I know, but you owe me, don't you?" She holds the phone away from her ear at the explosion of sound at the other end, moving behind the bar and rummaging in the cooler.
"I'm not askin' for a kidney, man. I just want some repairs done to my place." Pulling a pie tin from the cooler, she opens the feeding slot at the bottom of the cage and slips the gelled mess inside.
"Nothing major. Stairs, doors, windows ... some structural repair. No big, man. Right? It's little enough to ask, considering what you owe me, right?" The sound of yelling ceases abruptly as she cuts the connection.
She hops ontop the end of the bar, shaking a smoke from her pack and lighting it with an MFD commemorative collectible lighter.
"Whatsay, fellas? Time for some refurbishment, don'tcha think? Any requests?"
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Post by Magatsu Taito on Jun 15, 2007 14:31:14 GMT -5
the severed head of zombie-Magatsu says "Mrh? Banana mama?"
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Jun 15, 2007 14:48:00 GMT -5
Leon takes hold of the steering wheel and revs his cage several times (VrrRRRM!vvRRM!) before plowing down Axe and parking on him. He tries unlocking the cage and stepping out, but every time he turns the key, the lights of the bar go on or off.
Leon eats that key and tries another. This one also fails, with the result that at each turn of the key, the labels on all the liquor and beer redistribute themselves randomly among the bottles. R&R becomes Barcardi, Bacardi becomes Budweiser, Tovarisch NMC becomes RRF, it's madness! Finally, Leon just turns the cage around several times over Axe's body and drives back over to where he was originally.
He gnaws on his pet dead rat.
(((Well someone has to have fun in here for goodness sake. Y'all act like it's the end of the world, the freakin' zombie apocalypse or something.)))
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Post by Magatsu Taito on Jun 15, 2007 15:00:01 GMT -5
Magatsus body starts kicking around it's own head, while the head mrhs the tunes to the old Batman show. "Mrh-mrh-mrh-mrh-mrh-mrh-mrh-mrhmrh!"
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Jun 15, 2007 15:09:38 GMT -5
Leons very decayed hand loses bits and pieces of grey ex-meat as he reaches through the bars of the cage and picks up a syringe that lay on the bartop. He tests it with his teeth, chomping down on it a few times and looking puzzled and disappointed when the syringe is unchewable and several of his teeth fall out. He watches Magatsu's head and listens to the rhythm, jerkily bobbing his head with it as memories try and fail to manifest.
A nagging feeling, if zombies feel, comes over ZLeon as he holds the syringe and looks at Magatsu's severed head and corpse. Leon scratches his head with the needle.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jun 17, 2007 8:37:36 GMT -5
"Um yea...Mel...some request would be to revive Magatsu...and to put my turntable somewhere where the zeds can't touch it..."
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Post by Melody Arachne on Jun 17, 2007 14:44:24 GMT -5
"Gotcha, DJ ... we could pull out one of those pool tables and set you up a booth, maybe. Gods know no one's played a game of pool since I've been here ..."
As she walks by the cage, she deftly plucks the needle from Leon's grasp. "Oh no, buddy, no revives for you until you show that you've very, very sorry for your inappropriate behavior. Besides, I need that."
"It'll take a day or so for my people to get here, so if you can draw up a plan of what you'll need, maybe how much juice that equipment pulls, I'll give it to 'em before they start redoing the interior. In the meantime ...
tackle that body for me, willya? I think we need to set the head right against the neck for this to do any good ...
"I wonder what happens if you revive the head, or the body, but not the other..." She gives Leon a pondering look. "Nah. We'll ask the next NecroTech fella who wanders in here."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jun 18, 2007 9:59:57 GMT -5
The DJ kicks a case. It slides against the floor and stops by Melody's feet. The case is marked, NecroTech Files.
"Why don't you take a look in that case? Might actually answer your question."
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Post by Magatsu Taito on Jun 18, 2007 16:57:37 GMT -5
Magatsus body flails a bit with it's arms in the general direction of everywhere, the head is placed neatley on a table, trying to stare the closest bottle into coming closer...
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Post by Melody Arachne on Jun 19, 2007 0:34:37 GMT -5
"Ah, heck with it, we got needles aplenty. Let's try it and see wha happens." She gingerly plucks the head from atop the table, turning it upside-down to study the puzzle of veins, bones, and various tube-like pipe things.
"Don't take that case, though, I wanna see what it says. How do you come up with those papers, anyway? Last I heard, NecroTech didn't have piped-in live elevator music ..."
"All right, hold him still, and we'll squirt a little juice on the stub. Er ... sorry, Magatsu ... " Needle in one hand, dangling head in the other, she pulls out a chair and climbs atop it, waiting for the headless corpse to flail closer.
"Attempt number one: operation sleepy hollow commencing. You ever see that flick? What was with the cardinals, anyway?"
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Post by Magatsu Taito on Jun 23, 2007 13:04:05 GMT -5
Magatsus head moves its jaws a bit, as if trying not to get a stiff jaw in case Melody gets sloppy and there is a chance to chomp her. The body comes closer, the faliling has stopped and the body is shaking a bit, it suddenly slows a bit, and then falls to the floor with a big bash. What was once a chair lays broken around the decapitated body of Magatsu, it looks a bit like the infamous Ford Prefect has jumped it...
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Post by Vito The Don on Jun 25, 2007 6:41:51 GMT -5
The loud roar of an engine reverbrates throught the bar. Suddenly Vito crashes through the wall, driving a 1987 Pontiac Trans Am. He stumbles out of the car holding a .357. "Hey, that was one hell of an end of suburb party you guys missed." He then notices the body flailling on the ground. He quickly unloads 6 rounds into the Zombified Corpse. "Anyone care to explain why there's a headless body in here?"
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Post by Melody Arachne on Jun 25, 2007 7:33:45 GMT -5
"Geez, Vito, watch where you shoot that thing, all right? This is a delicate operation... "
Melody plunks the head down squarely on the neck stub, wriggling it a bit to get the fit right. "You think I need to poke a few stitches in there to hold it?"
She squints, and pokes the needle in the crack between the fleshy bits, holding it steady as she depresses the plunger.
"Maybe we should use two, ya think? One for the other side?"
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Post by Sarpek on Jun 25, 2007 15:43:44 GMT -5
Sarpek, a zombie wearing black sweats, and a battered Red Fez, shambles into the cellar, and looks up at the trapdoor. "MRH! he yells at the top of his lungs, and continues when he gets no response.
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