entranceway | o8 | what more am I owed than certain death

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o8 | what more am I owed than certain death | open action/accidental video;

[Annie appears onscreen, looking anything but her chipper self. Seems that's more and more common, these days, especially after things like disgusting zombies. She'd kept her own and managed to make it to the farmhouse on the second day, and stayed there for the remainder of the event, helping people who managed to get there as well. It wasn't until the event was over that she realized that they were well into fall, and that Christmas must be coming up soon, and if Christmas is coming, that means Hanukkah's here, or...that it already passed.

And, okay, yeah, she doesn't have like, the best relationship with her parents anymore, but it's still a special holiday for her! And she could've had a sweet little ceremony each night and lit the candles and made matzoh ball soup in the kitchen and shared it!! But no, instead she was killing zombies and hiding in a farmhouse. Seriously.

So, she can be found in the diner, her crafting supplies spread out in front of her in a booth in the back. Currently, she's pouring glitter over a set of folded up pieces of paper-- Christmas cards. She missed one holiday, she's not going to miss another.]

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[True facts.]

Looks like it. You, uh... You wanna grab something?

Yeah! Sure.

[She gives him a smile. It's not like it's serious, right? He's just being polite, because it'd be pretty ridiculous to see someone you know in a diner and then go off and eat by yourself. Annie knows that. She'd do the same.

She packs up the rest of her stuff and slides out of the booth.]

What are you gonna get?

[There's a word for people who do that: douchebag. And Jesse's not a douchebag.

...Usually. Unless you're a gas station attendant. Or Mr. White. ...Or Badger, but he usually brings that on himself.

WHATEVER. Point is, he'd rather have company than not, especially hers. To her question, he shrugs, making a face and turning to the menu-thing on the wall.]

I got no idea. You know when you're like, mad hungry and you sort of want everything? Yeah...

[Too many options, diner, you're killing him, here.] ...Looks like they got some, like... Not diner stuff, too. Japanese?

[He's pretty sure yaki udon is a noodle thing...]

[Annie nods along with what he's saying, browsing the menu herself.]

Oh, yeah! Tohru's the main chef, and she's from Japan. Her food's really great, definitely.

[She'll probably just end up with something lame like a grilled cheese and fries. Whatever.]

Huh. [For some reason, he's actually surprised. Because people from, like, other planets and worlds and dimensions are one thing, but Japan? That's like. A real place.

Don't judge him, okay, he hasn't been here that long.] Not a lot of that back home... [He scrunches his face up as he peers at the options.] What's good?

[Because his experience with that type of food extends to cup noodles and the teriyaki people in their little paper hats at the mall. And he's gonna go ahead and assume that that's about as real as McDonalds.]

Not from a super culturally diverse place?

[It's not like she can talk. Greendale's not exactly a melting pot...]

But that's good-- [She points to something on the menu.] Kinda spicy, but also sweet. It has chicken, I think. Or pork?

It was, just not... This kind. [He shrugs a little bit.] Sugar skulls, yeah, noodles and rice not so much. ABQ ain't exactly know for its sushi. [And he nods accordingly as she points at the menu. Spicy...

Hell yeah, spicy sounds good.]

...Mystery meat, huh? [He narrows his eyes.] Why not? If I can handle the stuff my aunt used to make I think I got this.

[...Hopefully he's got this, because otherwise...]

Oohhhh. [She nods, understanding. Yeah, she gets that. But...ABQ???]

You're from New Mexico?

[How did she not know that? Did she know it and forget? Oh man. She's an awful friend.

She gestures to someone working and orders two of the same, the mystery meat sushi. It'll be as good as she remembers, she's sure.]

[MYSTERY MEAT BUDDIES!! Yeah, he's pretty stoked. It's food, yo. Food's what's up.]

Yup. Born and raised and whatnot. [YOU ARE NOT AWFUL, ANNIE; Jesse doesn't think they've talked about this either. He waves a hand.] Molded. We weren't, like, really close to the border, but around Halloween you'd think you got dropped into like... A pueblo, or whatever.

[That's probably the wrong word, but eh. He smiles a little; craziness and miserable life aside, he'd liked where he was.]

A pueblo.

[Don't worry, she knows what it is. She took two semesters of Spanish. She's kind of awesome at it, actually, and she knows what a pueblo is. Which is why she's confused by whatever it is he's trying to say. But! She just ignores it, because that works best, right?? Right.]

So um. Those zombies...

[You'd think that living where he did would have instilled in him a greater desire to pick up useful language... And you'd be half right; he knows enough to make deals, negotiate business ventures, if you will... That and the swears, of course.

But everybody knows those.

He's good with changing the subject, though, because come on. You can't not talk about zombies. Leaning against the counter, he drags a hand down the side of his face with a groan.]

I don't even know, man. [He lets his hand settle at his neck, a tell that he's still not quite finished being shaken by it. He axed a (dead) dude in the face, that's not something he'll be forgetting any time soon.] I'm not gonna be touching House of the Dead for, like... Years. Steering way clear of arcades for the foreseeable future.

[Annie laughs, but it's not unkind. She's not like, laughing at him. She's just laughing, because the whole thing makes her pretty uncomfortable and hysterical to think about. Zombies. Still not as bad as invisible dogs, but close.]

That sounds like a pretty good plan. Though, maybe it's smarter to figure out like, how to kill them and stuff? Like prepare?

Yeah, no, totally. I, uh... Found the library. Picked up some stuff, like survival stuff, books and whatnot. [He looks like he's feeling a little (unsure) about that, though.] There's like a thousand ways to kill yourself out in the woods, yo, plants and-- and like berries, or whatever... [Berries are plants, Jesse...] Zombies, though, you just gotta get 'em in the head, right...?

[It's that easy.

...Except, you know, not easy at all. He knows.

...MOVING ON, because that shit is stressful and since he doesn't have an outlet for that anymore:]

So hey, why'd you pick here to do the cards?

[Annie just nods along, and honestly, she's kind of been waiting for this, for their easy banter to slip into awkwardness. It always happens, Annie knows, and now that it has, well, maybe she can handle everything a little easier. Or maybe not.

She shrugs.]

Better than like, sitting alone in my room or in the library or something. And it's convenient, for when I get hungry.

[Nothing like the memory of zombies and braining zombies and getting zombie bits all over that jacket you really liked to make things weird. OH WELL, FULL SPEED AHEAD!!]

Yeah, but then you're risking getting-- [and he turns to look at the menu board again, squinting at the longest name he can find] --ment-su-yu all over the product... [He doesn't even know what that is but it's making him hungry. Go figure.] There's gotta be a room for that kinda thing around here somewhere, like the music room.

[Which he still needs to grace with his presence and considerable musical prowess...

Maybe later.]

[She laughs at his pronunciation, but not unkindly. It was just cute, or whatever. Don't look at her like that, okay! But he makes a good point.]

I mean, there are a lot of empty rooms and stuff, but it gets pretty-- [You know, lonely.] Isolated.

[She shrugs. She's a human, okay? She needs like, interaction and stuff.]

[HE TRIED.

...But if it was cute he totally succeeded in something, at least. He can live with that.]

Good point. [Yeah, there's a reason he wanders a lot in his spare time. Aimlessly... Unless you count the aim of running into other people. That's a thing.] ...There's seriously not like a dedicated room, though? Nobody here wants to, like... I don't know, like fling paint at the wall to vent?

[...He's never been into that kind of thing, but now that he's said it it could be fun. Who doesn't like to make a mess, seriously? ...Mature young adults, probably.]

[Definitely cute, don't worry.

And Annie shrugs at that.]

Definitely not that I know of. Why?

[He shrugs, too, and crosses his arms.]

Seems like the kinda thing we should have. I mean we got rooms for everything else, right?

[He's thinking, now. God help the Mansion, that's never good...]

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o8 | what more am I owed than certain death | open action/accidental video;

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[action] that face hahaha I love it

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JFC THAT SCREENCAP PLS

lmmfao it's the best screencap. EAT IT WALTER :|

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