DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Post by DKender on Jan 9, 2013 14:12:17 GMT -8
"I wish Dr. Victor came along. With that photographic memory, he'd remember exactly what everything looked like. And later describe the equipment in detail, you know, so the engineer people in 403 would know what's up here ..."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 9, 2013 14:32:11 GMT -8
Ashley tried very hard not to frown at the suggestion. TWO developmentally disabled jerks who liked the sound of their own voices? He shuddered inside. Well, on the other hand, it would have been good to know what they needed for improvements, and what these things were. They truly had no idea what they were looking at. But...he had to admit, their building could use some spice, and more security. And he couldn't help but think they could use more livestock too.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jan 9, 2013 14:49:05 GMT -8
She looked at the guys. There seemed to be a consensus. "Yeah. Let's split." There was a double door off to the side, but the sign indicated that it led to the freight elevator and she was pretty sure that they'd see that from the hallway. She went back out. Despite the ghost attack, the light in the hallway made it feel much safer than the cage room had. They moved a little ways down the hall, past the freight elevator, which was recessed in an alcove, with another door that indicated that it opened to the tool room. Across the hall from the elevator was room 106, the 'Legal Resource Center'. (I'm going to move this along a bit... feel free to "find" stuff in any of these places.)106 - Legal Resource Center: A reception desk, a few long tables, four cubicles and several rows of shelves, mostly legal publications. A side door lead into... 102 - Education Resource Center: A few glass-fronted mini-conference rooms with whiteboards, tables, and chairs. Near the back, four cubicles and a reception desk. A sign nearby said 'Apprenticeship Coordinators'. The main chamber of the room was large and had a mess of tables, chairs, and a large, fancy whiteboard that opened up to reveal, even more whiteboard. There was a projection screen that was rolled up inside the ceiling and a projector hanging from the ceiling a few meters away. The outer windows of the building let in a great deal of light, but there were heavy shades pulled down on about half of them. Two banks of six computers each were situated near the door that opened back to the main hall. Across the hall was... 100 - The Missing Sign Room: Cubicles upon cubicles upon cubicles. It's hard to even guess what they did in here. It's also hard to see very far, unless one happens to be taller than a standard cubicle wall. Back into the hallway, there is a second stairwell, a bank of two elevators, and... 104 - PSYCH! It's just the men's and women's restrooms, wedged here between the freight and passenger elevators.
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Gender: Unknown Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Jan 9, 2013 15:26:55 GMT -8
One cubicle near the Missing Sign Room entrance caught Alex's eye. It was more colorful and eccentric than others, though (in his no-doubt expert opinion) the setup did not cross the fine line dividing casual professionalism and tackiness. The amount of hidden spaces in that room worried Alex - dozens of monsters might be crouched under desks or behind cubicle walls, unseen - but curiosity won out. He touched Mr. Ashley's arm and gestured at the cubicle. "I'll be fast ..." On the desktop, among assorted knick knacks and papers, he found an electronic picture frame. The screen was black; it lost power long ago. Alex was glad he had physical photos in his wallet. The apocalypse damned most digital media. So much for Facebook! Well, at least he didn't have to worry about some weirdo breaking in to his laptop back at the dorm and finding all his super secret files and half-finished essay about The Once and Future King. From the special cubicle, he grabbed a bunch of cool magnetic balls (they stuck together and made sculptures!), one rubik's cube, colorful post-it notes (for origami!), a rubber band gun, and a weird-looking blue whistle that was hidden in a drawer (it's an ocarina based after the Zelda series, but he's not some nerd who plays vidya games and knows these things). After some consideration, he also tucked a little white board and dry erase markers into his bag. With this, Alex was ready to move on.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jan 9, 2013 16:13:30 GMT -8
Micah suddenly remembered that he needed to take a leak rather badly, in fact there was no way that this was going to hold. "Ahh guys I'm going to use the loo, I'm fucking busting right here. Should be fine right?" Micah made his way to the lavatory, it was a bit of a shithole. It stank like high heaven and someone had gotten a bit creative with a permanent marker. He had obviously fancied himself as Banksy and drawn a large penis across the wall and written underneath "Piss off cunts". Micah pondered the larger meaning as he relieved his bladder of it's contents. Micah suspected the guy had wanted people to realise the meaningless existence of their lives and the existential loneliness of pissing in a urinal, either that or he wanted people to fuck off. That was when Micah heard a groan coming from one of the stalls, it sounded almost as if someone was wanking one off. Which would have been both ignorable and plausible if it weren't for the zombie apocalypse. Micah made his way slowly towards the noise with his bat raised above his head. When he found the stall from which the offending sound emanated, he stood in front wondering what the fuck he should do. "H-hello there? What is your favourite kind of soup?" The door slowly open, revealing a rather disgruntled... Janitor Zombie- "Errrrgh?" Micah ran backwards almost crashing into the urinals behind him. "GUYS!! GUYS!! THERE'S A FUCKING ZOMBIE IN HERE!!!" ((OOC: If this isn't okay that's fine but I find the idea amusing. I will edit it out if you'd rather it didn't go down this way or we can rebel against Chris and oh gosh have two zombies in there ))
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 9, 2013 16:24:55 GMT -8
(OOC: I'm fine with having two in here, or this one.) "I'm coming!" Ashley barged in, crowbar in hand. If the situation hadn't been so dire, Micah probably would have had some kind of wisecrack at the statement. He had it held up, but refrained from Al Caponing the first thing he saw, which was perhaps, lucky for Micah. "Where?" He stood well-rooted on the ground, holding his crowbar like a bat. And then he saw the formerly crapping zombie. "...THERE." He leapt at it with the crowbar in hand, and a fervor which almost seemed eager in nature. He was always ready for a good fight. The man, who was not, generally speaking, terribly large, swung hard at the...so far unoffensive creature's head as if he was playing baseball and trying for a home run. (OOC: Hope there's no ghost in here as well.)
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Gender: Unknown Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Jan 9, 2013 17:25:09 GMT -8
As Ashley crushed the janitor zombie's skull, Alex checked the bathroom for more threats and found none. And though the place smelled downright rotten, the stench didn't come from a ghost. "All clear! Good one, Mr. Ashley." He glanced at the zombie's corpse, now beaten and sprawled across the floor. "Uh, well, my turn. Miss Patti, don't look! Okay, guys, somebody hold your light out ..." He stepped over the dead body, leaned his spear against one wall, and took care of urinal-related business whilst humming an aimless tune.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 9, 2013 17:44:05 GMT -8
Ashley decided he didn't want to pee in here, especially since the toilets don't work anymore, and slid out of the room. The smell was overwhelming indoors...He had never noticed it's choking intensity. He was suddenly glad they hadn't met more indoors in the middle of summer. He edged out and returned to around where Patti was, anxious and cautious, eyes averted.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jan 9, 2013 20:39:53 GMT -8
By time Patti arrived, they were declaring the "all clear", thank God, because the smell coming out of that room was worse than zombie flesh. "Sweet Jesus!" She backed away from the door. It wasn't an alcohol smell, but maybe there were piss ghosts too. Good luck with that, boys. She pulled her scarf up and around her face and planted her back against the far wall. When the crowd started filtering out, she glared at them all above the scarf. She pulled it down to speak. "Boys are disgusting. I'm not sure how I forgot that between the third grade and now." She pulled the scarf back up and went to check the new stairwell door.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 9, 2013 20:47:04 GMT -8
Ashley followed her, a little a distance to make sure that the other two got out without a ghost, or something else horrible. To be frankly honest, the smell of piss was pretty strong there, no number of janitors could easily clean that up. It wasn't that hard to get it in the toiletbowl. He never understood how they missed so easily. They must all be distracted or drunk. Or not house-broken. In defense of mankind, he muttered "I made the boys clean up twice a week." And followed her out, leaving the brained zombie. Take that, brains-eater.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 9, 2013 21:40:53 GMT -8
"Most of us have good aim, sober." He offers to Patti, probably not helping the situation at all. AT ALL.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jan 9, 2013 21:56:41 GMT -8
Micah followed the others out, fuck he hoped they didn't think he'd created the smell. Maybe it was different here but most toilets smelt bad in his memory and to be fair to the three of them it did contain a zombie janitor with questionable hygiene. What kind of janitor did his business on the job? "Well, they called me the fucking sniper." He shot Patti a finger gun to underline his point. Nope, he wasn't helping either it would seem. ((OCC: Jara or DK, do either of you want to do the honours and FF us into the near future of Starbucks exploration? To go where no coffee junkie has gone before?))
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Gender: Unknown Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Jan 9, 2013 21:56:48 GMT -8
U NINJA ME! I edit "Micah, so, you never went to the prom? Do Australians have proms? Uh. They're pretty much formal dances held during high school." (OOC: I volunteer, since I pretty much live in cafes.)
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 9, 2013 22:04:02 GMT -8
(OOC: I'm cool with that.)
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jan 9, 2013 22:05:53 GMT -8
((Haha sorry, I tried to edit it myself then you ninja edited me. So doo eet DK, dazzle us with your cafe poetry, Kerouac style. )) "Eh we had dances I guess but not American style proms, no homecoming king or queen. Fuck, we don't even have cheerleaders or real jocks back home, just a bunch of self-aggrandizing bitches and pricks without the uniform. No I didn't go though, fuck that for a laugh. Me and my mates just had our own parties."
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