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

[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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[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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