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[dignity_misery]

FIRST ONE TO BINGO GETS LUNCH
--C


[[ooc; I'm not sorry.]]

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[keepinitsaucy]

[He is just concerned after their last conversation, but he doesn't taste like ice cream, so it should be okay? He's still going to freak out.]

Uh. Costa Rican sounds good, yeah. Yeah, yeah sure. Er, when do you want..?

[dignity_misery]

I'm leaving right now.

[She's always this awful, whether you taste like ice cream or not.]

[keepinitsaucy]

...Okay! I mean, sure. I'll, er, meet you there in about twenty minutes?

[dignity_misery]

Yes.

[Chop, chop, buddy. She will be waiting down at the square for your unsuspecting wallet.]

[keepinitsaucy]

[And he will be there, twenty minutes later in the nicest (donated) clothes he could find and the few remaining dollars he has in his wallet. What has he gotten himself into?]

[dignity_misery]

[She approaches with her usual dark little smile.]

You really did show up.

[keepinitsaucy]

[Hot girl willing to go out to lunch with him? Yeah, forget waiting in line for a convention that seems to be going nowhere. Andy is taking his chance with the crazy chick.

He fidgets awkwardly, since this doesn't happen a lot, if ever, to him.]

Well, yeah... It would have been rude of me not to, you know?

[dignity_misery]

[Her smile gets a little bigger. It entertains her manipulating beliefs like that, 'it would have been rude not to.' Hah.]

Sure. Come on, let's get a table. You like spicy, right?

[Probably innuendo.......]

[keepinitsaucy]

Oh yeah, yeah! I like spicy!

[Actually, he doesn't all that much and it kind of shows, but lady's choice and all that.]

...Why, is this super spicy?

[He's also going to be a gentleman and get the door, suave guy that he is.]

[dignity_misery]

It depends on what you order.

[There are heat indexes on the menu, there's no point in lying about that. Carla heads inside, picking a table that's fairly close to the kitchen. She tends to stare at the doors like it will make her food appear faster.

She also knows this restaurant, like she knows most of the restaurants in town, and has her exceedingly large order already in mind. The waitress is probably used to it by now, and will wait patiently for Andrew to take a look.]

[keepinitsaucy]

[Andy picks out something relatively mild after baffling over the menu for a few minutes. His tastebuds are used to bland things, chips and microwaved food.

He is pleased by his pick and quite happily orders with the waitress, looking to Carla like a puppy, almost like, "oh hey. Did I pick good?"]

[dignity_misery]

[Ffft. She smirks at that look, setting her elbow on the table to rest her cheek in her hand.]

You said you hadn't been here long. Where did you come from?

[keepinitsaucy]

From New Jersey, in America. ...On Earth.

[Because at this point, he's not sure if Earth even exists as a planet to most other people, considering.]

Some people think that state sucks, but I like it. [Shrugs.]

Where'd you come from before being whisked away to this lovely place?

[dignity_misery]

From Delaware, in America, on Earth. My version tends to be different from most of the people who show up here, though.

[Her smile is faint, lazy.]

The Reanimate Plague apparently makes me unique.

[keepinitsaucy]

The Reanimate Plague? That's a new one. Definitely not something from my Earth.

Uh, would it be weird to ask if there are any super guys in your version? Mothman? Jersey Devil? Haven't found anyone from my Earth yet, so...

[Hey, you never know what's in store for the future.]

[dignity_misery]

Super-guys? We have a few vigilantes. The Angels of Mercy.

[Her expression is a little tight. The Angels of Mercy were one of the reasons she'd been trapped inside a two-room studio warehouse for years.]

Mostly the CDC takes care of things.

[keepinitsaucy]

Superheroes and villains. We don't have Angels of Mercy, though.

[So different worlds, then. That sucks.]

They would, with a plague. What kind of sickness was it?

[dignity_misery]

The kind that turns you into an undead flesh-eater.

[She says so with a deceptive ease, looking away from him when the waitress puts down a basket of tortilla chips and salsa of varying degrees of heat.]

[keepinitsaucy]

[Okay, what.]

Okay, what. You mean like... zombies?

[dignity_misery]

Yes.

[Crunch crunch crunch.]

[keepinitsaucy]

[staaaaaaaaares]

What the heck. Seriously? How do you manage to survive with zombies running around?

[dignity_misery]

Common inoculations, heavily armed CDC agents, brutalization and murder.

[She reacts like this whenever the topic comes up, pretends there's nothing twisting into knots inside her chest.]

They can be tamed, if you beat them enough.

[She hadn't been beaten. Just starved and humiliated.]

[keepinitsaucy]

Oh.

[So it's not all fun like in his video games.]

So were they higher functioning -- I mean. Like people functioning? Not just mindless flesh eating monsters?

[Speaking of eating, chips!]

[dignity_misery]

[She has brown eyes, they're always dark, but there's something going cold there. If you want to know how much a Reanimate can eat, just follow her around for a day.]

Let them eat and they'll eat. Starve them and scare them into weakness and they can follow instructions, but they don't speak.

[She had been an exception, but even she had struggled to string sentences, to keep her vocabulary. She'd had someone to talk to.]

[keepinitsaucy]

[Andy can tell that there's something up, but not what. Maybe Carla had family that had become Reanimate or someone else that was close, he doesn't know, he isn't going to ask.

What he is going to do is change the subject, chip halfway to his face.]

Oh... So, um. Weather's awfully nice today, isn't it?