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redshiftlogs2019-09-15 10:22 am
redwinekindofgirl) wrote in redshiftlogs2019-09-15 10:22 am
[OPEN]
Who: Julie & OPEN
What: Zombies, farming and getting really, really drunk
When: Septemberish
Where: noted in-post
Warnings: none yet
Format: Prefer brackets but will match.
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i. way too much like home | SEPT. 01. | "Whole Foods"
ii. that farming life | Agriculture Level
iii. just another tequila sunrise | Bar
What: Zombies, farming and getting really, really drunk
When: Septemberish
Where: noted in-post
Warnings: none yet
Format: Prefer brackets but will match.
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i. way too much like home | SEPT. 01. | "Whole Foods"
[How can someone used to foraging and scavenging for anything they might find useful turn down a massive supermarket right on their doorstep? Julie... could, and probably ought to, but curiosity is a frequent silencer of good reason and Julie finds herself sneaking into the place with the kind of inevitability that even someone who barely knows her has probably come to expect.
And she's been through this enough now to realise that this entire place probably got here in a similar way to how they did. She knows that, and she knows she might just find something here that could be better than what they have in Anchor.
She might find something worse, too... but such are the risks we take.
In an old, worn-in habit she grabs a basket on her way in, hooking it over her arm. The radiation suit she opted to wear makes it harder to see what might be around each corner, and she pauses at each to check what might be there. Over time, she relaxes, and spends more time perusing the shelves than she does checking for danger.
That's when she spots it. Out of the corner of her eye at first, and initially she thinks it's just someone from Anchor who made their way over here to join her, but... no. There's something wrong. Something about the way it's moving.]
Uh--... [Oh, shit.
She drops her basket with a noisy clatter and starts to run before she even finishes the thought, completely unaware that she isn't being followed with even half the speed that she's moving at.
Zombies! Why is it always fucking zombies!]
((open to her being found at any point in the post))
ii. that farming life | Agriculture Level
[In the upper level of the agriculture area, Julie is sitting on the ground with a small blanket spread out in front of her, carefully sorting through a selection of seeds. Now and then, she finds one that's dried out or showing a hint of rot, and puts it aside.
It's a little like being back home. The planting, the farming... but there's a lot less of them here, and a lot more food to go around. It would be nice, if she didn't just want to go home. But then... there's a lot she'd miss if she went home, too.
Julie tilts her head back, looking up towards the roof and the light streaming in from above her.]
Places like this suck. [She mutters to herself.] Never as easy as just taking the first opportunity to get the hell out of dodge.
[She'd second-guess it now, after so long. It's not fair.
The seeds get her attention once again. Something simple, easy to focus on. She tosses another dud aside.] At least I've got you to keep me busy.
iii. just another tequila sunrise | Bar
[Farming only keeps a person busy for so many hours of the day, and there are only so many times you can go to the spa for a hot soak before it feels like you're just wasting time.
Some people would say that being in the bar getting drunk by yourself isn't a good way to pass the time in any respect, but to those people, Julie really only has one thing to say. It isn't something that can be repeated in polite company.
She's four tequila sunrises in by the time anyone finds her, and is making a move to get behind the bar to make something that isn't a tequila sunrise.]
God-- fucking damn it, I know you have something back here that isn't tequila or fucking grenadine. [The bartender bot, being in no position to really do anything about it, just watches her while she lifts a half-dozen bottles up onto the bar.]
If I ever see another tequila sunrise when I get out of here...
[Much later, when she's been successful in her search and is no longer really capable of getting to the bar, she sits at a table nursing what's left of a bottle of flavoured gin and staring glassy-eyed at the other side of the room.]
It's not fair. [She says out loud, to anyone who might be listening. What's not fair? A lot of things, probably.]
no subject
Did you pay them a visit?
[Pedro doesn't think anyone has explored the crash site to date. That's the account of one person, though.]
no subject
[She shakes her head.]
Few people went to scout out the ship, I think.
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[He angles his head downward to look at the newest addition to his glass, briefly lifting his gaze when he replies to her next comment with less flippancy.]
Did they.
[Until she tells him someone actually made it over there and gave it a dust, he doesn't care.]
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[She shrugs one bird-boned shoulder and makes a gesture for another drink.]
Should ask around.