[VIDEO] post-event

[axemeaquestion]

Hey, so... whoa.

[A bruised and bandaged woman nearly drops her device.]

Shit, sorry. Still getting used to this thing.

[For anyone who met Rochelle before but missed her at the Archives event, she's finally out of her bloodstained clothes. The shirt she's wearing today was crisp white with CRYSTAL BEACH cut out of an iridescent square print in bold letters.

The video straightens out, and Ro attempts to recover gracefully as she sits on the floor and smiles. Her back is against a coffee table littered with history books and moonblessed-aimed welcome pamphlets.]

Name's Rochelle. You can call me Ro. Sorry if I'm still kind of a mess. Better than before, trust me. I worked in TV news before things kinda went to hell back in my... world? World. Shit, that's still weird to say.

I'm kind of coming out of what you'd call a... zombie apocalypse. [AWKWARD GRIN GOES HERE??] And now I'm on a whole other goddamn planet. Still... processing that part. Compared to my life before, though, this is actually... kind of normal. I mean, not REALLY, but seriously. Not looking over your shoulder every damn second of your life makes ANYTHING seem normal. Even getting turned into a mermaid by a hunk of screaming rock.

[That's a weird thing to call Osse, Ro, but okay.]

So I guess my point is... I wanna ask. What does a fresh-out-of-the-apocalypse girl do to adjust to semi-normal life around here? I'm looking into TV network sort of work around here, actually, but otherwise...? I'll give shit a shot.

[Then - she hesitates. The casual attitude disappears, and her smile fades. There's no smooth way of transitioning into this, but...]

And on a more serious note... if anyone here finds three guys going by Coach, Ellis, and Nick... let me know?

I know that's not much to go by, but uh... Coach is a big guy in an FHS school polo. Good guy... NEVER stops talking about food if you give him a chance, though. Ellis is a real yee-haw Georgia type boy. Should have a shirt that says "bullshifter." Don't ask me why. [She laughs weakly at that - then shakes her head.] And Nick... well. You'll know Nick if you meet him. He thought bringing a white suit to a zombie apocalypse was a GOOD idea.

Long story short, they're my friends. We survived a hell of a lot together, and I'm worried about them. I've been looking around everywhere, just in case, but. If you ever meet some guys that vaguely match that description, just... point them my way.

And if it helps... all three of them probably smell like shit.

Comments

[axemeaquestion]

Really?

[... huh.]

Huh. I don't know how much of a connection I'd be while I'm still trying to get my foot in the door. But sure. Maybe I can let you know when I find something?

[anotheroldfashioned]

I have -

I had a few

and then the museum blew up in my fucking face but I've got a few fingers in a few pies so to speak. I'm Don. Don Draper.

[He went from a fish to a big furry monster. It has not been a good trip. Space kind of sucks.]

[axemeaquestion]

Ouch. Figuratively or literally?

Still Rochelle. Nice to meet you, Don.

[anotheroldfashioned]

It's a minor setback. Let's go with that.

So far I'm just glad I'm not a fish anymore. That...was not a pleasant experience.

[axemeaquestion]

I'll be honest. None of these sentences DON'T sound crazy.

But I also just everyone about zombies.

[anotheroldfashioned]

If it makes you feel any better you totally lost me when it comes to zombies. What's a zombie?

[axemeaquestion]

You don't know what a zombie is? I don't even watch horror much, and I've at least heard of a zombie movie or two.

[you know what whatever it doesn't matter]

Zombies in movies are basically... corpses back from the dead. They like to shamble around and eat people. Usually comes from some kind of infection or voodoo, depending on your movie.

They USED to be just a fictional thing where I come from. Until now. Our comes from a viral infection they called the Green Flu for while. Ours aren't dead. It's more like... rabies. Homicidal, mutating rabies.

[anotheroldfashioned]

[Don knows rabies. Back when he was Dick Whitman one of the boys down the road had a dog that got it from a squirrel. The thing had broken into their yard and eaten 3 chickens. Pa had gone out and shot them all one by one.

Adam had cried at that.

Thinking of his brother made him pause quietly before he nods slowly and types again.]

...Horror for us is...vampires. But I know rabies. Hell of a thing for humans to get it.

[axemeaquestion]

Well, if it helps, the vampires still aren't real. Just zombies. Rabies is the best way I can describe what we dealt with. Sort of. Some people mutated into worse things.

[anotheroldfashioned]

What's worse then rabies?

when I was a kid I had a neighbor's dog get it. He jumped into our chicken pen and ate our chickens and went after our dog.

[That was...not a good day.]

[axemeaquestion]

Growing a long neck and spitting acid.

Or a long tongue and choking people with it.

We call them Special Infected. They mutate into crazy shit.

[anotheroldfashioned]

Careful. people mutate here too with the stupid moons.

[axemeaquestion]

Careful as in "watch what you say", or careful as in "watch out for them"?

Text -- Private video

[anotheroldfashioned]

[He pauses]

I'm going to turn on my video feed. Don't scream.

[It happened rather suddenly and it's only thanks to Kirk that he hasn't panicked. He turns to the camera and lets out a wuff noise before he scratches the back of his head with a paw.]

This is supposed to be temporary.

[axemeaquestion]

[Well. Rochelle makes a face. She's a little insulted when Don tells her not to scream. For the record, she doesn't. Instead she just - blinks. At the phone a couple times. Not that you can see it, since she's still on text.]

That statue woman turned me into a mermaid last week. I'm not gonna scream.

So what are you supposed to be?

[For the record, this doesn't answer her question.]

[anotheroldfashioned]

[Will he answer questions. Probably not.]

She did that to me too. This just is supposed to last a week.

[He's all furry and with scales and he stares at his paws before hefting a bigger hand]

Bear? I think? Vaguely remember them mentioning a bear. This is timberland rattlesnake though.

[He taps at a patch of scales across his chest. They're light brown and black.]

This moon has a sense of humor. I was bit by one of those as a kid.