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[spooky_shrink]

Malcolm is celebrating reason #2323 why it's not such a bad thing to be post-living: no taxes to file this week.

That's why he's sipping that Glenmorangie, though actually, he doesn't really need a reason. The rest of his attention is directed at the tablet he has on the bar in front of him.

He's protecting his front lawn from zombies. Because classics never get old.

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[balancingminds]

Charles has switched to Scotch from his tea and lifts his glass to Malcolm as his music swirls around him,

"Scotch or bourbon?"

There's a slight tightness around his eyes due to the bits of music in the air.

[spooky_shrink]

"Scotch, always scotch."

Malcolm squints a bit at the music. "Is that.... typical?"



Not that he's suggesting a personal soundtrack is a bad thing, as such.

[balancingminds]

"No, its new and I don't know why. Its more dramatic than I'd like,"

He winces and takes a long sip of his drink.

[spooky_shrink]

Malcolm listens some more and nods. "It does seem kind of pumped up."

"Maybe Bar wants you down at the gym?"


"...Do we even have a gym? We must have a gym somewhere."

[balancingminds]

"There is a gym and I have visited it once or twice. I tend to spend more of my time in the library when I'm not in my world,"

He would find that an odd choice for him as he has other muscles to work.

[spooky_shrink]

"Kind of dramatic for library work."

"Heroic bookshelving maybe? Come to think of it, there are a couple books in the library upstairs that are supposed to be pretty bloodthirsty. You might need a soundtrack for those."

[balancingminds]

"Research not shelving. I'm a geneticist and should have introduced myself. My name's Charles Xavier,"

The music does a particularly dramatic crescendo at this point and Charles winces.

[cantdiequiteyet]

Teresa is in bar contemplating whether she wants to buy clothes. She's been contemplating this a lot, but hasn't actually got round to it. She's not sure why.

But her attention is caught by the device. By the man with it, too. But mostly the device.

Something like Karkat's projection, but on a flat object.

She watches, not caring whether it could count as staring.

[spooky_shrink]

Malcolm doesn't mind the staring just now, because he's had to fall back on a lawn mower to clear out a zombie carrying a screen door, and now he's trying frantically to put in some more plants.

Night time is a real pain when you have zombies.

[cantdiequiteyet]

Is it?

It must be, really. If you can't see in the dark. Teresa can always sense exactly what she wants to fight, day or night, so she doesn't need to fear the dark.

It's not quite like Karkat's human sex movie. That didn't respond to poking, for a start.

Also there don't appear to be people having sex?

[spooky_shrink]

Malcolm is pretty firm on the question of not having sex with zombies. Even if he probably would grudgingly acknowledge that that's a little hypocritical of him.

He seems more than a little annoyed when one of his mushrooms suddenly hunkers down and hides from one of the zombies instead of continuing to shoot at it.

"crapcrapcrapcrapcrap...."

[cantdiequiteyet]

That tmp tmp sound behind you is just a warrior coming closer behind you to look over your shoulder, Malcolm. Pay it no mind.

[spooky_shrink]

That sort of depends on how much Teresa may or may not know about plants. Especially the kind that fight zombies.

Right now he's getting really worried by the two zombies with orange cones on their heads. They're getting awfully close to his--"No, no! Don't eat that!"

Malcolm makes a strangled noise as the two zombies chow down on the rest of what looked like a cute smiling flower and start on another one right next to it.

[unglitched]

"What does the chili pepper one do?" enquires a young girl's voice from the rafters.

[spooky_shrink]

She's about to find out. Now that's used up the lawn mower in that one lane, he's going to need a pepper fas---.

BOOM!!

Malcolm takes a second to breathe a sigh.

"What? The dancing zombies again? Are you kidding me?!"

[unglitched]

"Wow. I wonder if Cyril's got moves like that..."

[spooky_shrink]

Malcolm is poking at the screen like mad now. There is an alarming rise in the sounds of zombies munching.

"...Cyril?"


Agh, now a football zombie. Just what he needed.

[unglitched]

"One of Ralph's Bad-Anon buddies. This sure doesn't look like his game, though." The little girl drops down from the rafters so she can more effectively peer over Malcolm's shoulder.

[spooky_shrink]

"What kind of games does he play?"

Because at this rate, Malcolm may not be playing this one for long.

"HA! Cherry bomb just in time!"

[fiery_ring]

Carlotta hesitates, wondering whether he's working.

Except then it looks like he just blew something up on the screen, so she wanders over.

[spooky_shrink]

Things aren't looking too good for Malcolm's front lawn. There definitely seem to be more zombies than cute little plants. He's grumbling a lot as he frantically starts planting little mushrooms everywhere.

"How about a little sunlight again, dammit?"

[fiery_ring]

"Dr Crowe?"

Hm. Maybe shouldn't have interrupted his game.

[spooky_shrink]

Ooops. Malcolm looks up, a little more wild-eyed than usual it's not his fault stupid videogame.

He quickly blinks that away, and then pauses again for a moment before his eyes widen slightly again, this time in cautious recognition.

"...Carlotta, isn't it? How are you?"

[fiery_ring]

"Not bad thanks, you?" Carlotta says. She hesitates then asks. "Did Kate or Demeter talk to you at all?

[spooky_shrink]

"Only that you wanted to talk to me about something."