voidtreckernet | Kazoo Day 24

VIDEO|CW: ZOMBIE RELATED STUFF

[Murphy's in the store room by the ICP there, hand leaning on the wall beside it and he's tilted so he can point at the refridgerator. And he has very, very red skin and is wearing a red team uniform shirt but with a leather jacket over it.]

Hello! Hi. My name is Murphy, pleasure to meet you. Having a great time here, really. Loving the whole 'pre-apocalyptic civilization experience', that's always a favorite but.... Ummmmm.

[He purses his lips for a bit, makes a little popping noise, before continuing.]

Sooooo... there was a tupperware container in the fridge holding an item wrapped in brown paper. Silly me, I didn't think to label it. [Tiny wince. Oopsie doodle.] That item was a human brain. Pretty recognizably a brain. That is my brain, and I'm gonna need that back. [Big smile? Big smile. Come on, do him a solid.]

OOC: It was stolen by Jack, but its fine for anyone else to have balked at it or poked it or whatever. Permissions are here as needed.

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[Being a stubborn ass is what Murphy excels at. It's funny that what he used to be so horrified and traumatized by is now what he considers 'his people' though. He'd argue being a zombie advocate, especially for smart z's, is the way to be because there's no one who is braver than someone who's faced death and told it to fuck off.]

[Though it means they have to live with those little creepy side-effects like how he's sniffing doors as they pass them.]

[He gets to Jack's and sniffs a few more times, before straightening up.]

In there, I think.

[In fact, the more he stands there, the more he's sure because he feels his whole hunger reacting to it, even letting a little hissing growl slip under his breath. He tries knocking at first.]

[The door opens after a few seconds and Jack's already talking before he even sees who's knocking.]

Hey Entrapta, I was thinking about that sensory schematic and-

[He nearly walks right into Murphy, head angled downward as if expecting someone much, much shorter.]

- who the hell are you?

Organ police.

[ Bakura chuckles, being exactly the sort of obnoxious person who laughs at their own jokes.

She steps out to the side, perfectly willing to let Murphy do his thing since it seems he's got...a nose for these matters. ]

This is an inspection! Step aside and permit us to sweep the cabin for contraband!

[It's absolutely the most useless of abilities, only serving him when the craving begins. Other than that, his sense of smell gives him no other benefits. Catch him hungry and one person with a brain, though, and he might find them.]

[Or he can just eat the brain of someone who knows better.]

There was a brain in the fridge. I need it back.

[And that's punctuated by his stomach growling unhelpfully. Like some tagalong lacky going 'Yeah, take that!', perfectly timed.]

[Jack stares first at the...young lady...(?) and then at the red-skinned man he'd nearly bounced off of.]

A brain, huh? Only brains in this room right now are digital. [He responds, tapping the side of his own head. He stays blocking the door, leaning against the frame.]

Go look somewhere else, princess.

I can actually smell it in there.

[He loosely points into the room.]

Unless you've opened up your roommates lately, that is. But I'd think the train would be doing their version of torches and pitchforks if that were the case, however superheroes do that sorta thing.

[Jack makes a face - it kind of looks like the one a cat makes when it smells something strongly.]

Okay...that's super creepy.

[His brows lower.] Do I look stupid? I love spilling some blood as much as the next guy, but that's just nuts. Plus, anyone even touches either of the girls in my room and I'll be the one shoving a pitchfork up their asses.

[Glances back over his shoulder at the room.] What d'you want with it anyway? I found it first.

Really? Because I sure do remember putting it in the tupperware after the train labelled it for me.

[He leans on the doorframe, tipping his head to the side.]

Give it to me and I'll show you what it's really for.

[Jack ignores that, appearing to think over his offer.]

Y'know what... If you can find it, you've got a deal.

[He backs up into the room, gesturing with a hand for Murphy to come in. The brain is still in the aforementioned tupperware, stashed in a dresser drawer under Jack's gold bust.]

Alright, then.

[Murphy moves past Jack, and while he's doing what little he can to preserve his dignity he does have to take what would be a 'zombie-like' stance. Leaning forward, sniffing the air, head jerking faintly in the direction of the brain when he catches the scent.]

[He goes through two drawers before he gets to the tupperware, opens it up, pulls out the brain, and turns and looks directly at Jack.]

[And takes a bite out of it. Like it's a fucking apple.]

Thanks for giving my lunch back. [He says with a full mouth, moving back towards the door.] 'Scuuuuze me.

[It's really creepy to watch someone sniff around for a brain like a dog looking for a hidden biscuit. But it's also kind of funny, because Jack is pretty sure the guy isn't going to find it. He can't fault him for the over-the-top search performance though.

Except he does find it and - ]

"H-hold on, did you just-?" [Jack protests as Murphy breezes past him, brain in hand.....and mouth. Jack has seen some messed up shit, done some messed up shit, but it's one thing to watch that kind of stuff happen on Pandora and another to see it here on the Friendship Express.]

"Okay, zombie or cannibal? Uh, I guess you could could be both actually."

Blend. I died, but I came all the way back. Not just... shambly moan back. ...Would the train give someone a brain if they were just a cannibal? Would it just be in the stores? Crazy.

[And then he leans in and whispers.]

Is there a jail?

[His gaze shifts.]

She said there's a jail.

"Seriously? How does that even work? What's the point of a zombie that can think critically and run fast?" [Jack shakes his head.]

"Hell, I don't know. You can order just about anything from the train. Excuse me for not having gotten around to asking for human body parts yet."

[The AI's brows knit and he leans away just so he can give Murphy a quizzical look.]

"She did?" [He glances over at the woman still standing by the door.]

"Yeah... She's pulling your leg."

Kazoo Day 24

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Going to go on and she can observe the man-stupid

there's plenty to behold

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