![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
14 BRAINS ; REINTRO, VIDEO
[ She'd been here before. And she remembered having time to grieve, but having left and come back, the most recent memories weren't pleasant ones and without a the cold brains of a professional mercenary-slash-hitman to keep that down, Liv took a while to even get out of her pod.
She lay silently, staring at the rugged stone ceiling of the Bay, letting only the sound of the water's ripples and echoes fill her ears. Even without the panic of not knowing where she was, what had once been scars were freshly opened wounds and a reminder that what she had made her life's purpose was once again out of reach in a land where anyone real who died was brought back. A silent twenty minutes later, she took a forced breath. First step: food. Which meant the first step of the first step was finding out if anyone was working in the morgue right now and to get her job back.
Hospital Morgue Shenanigans for Edward Nygma.
With food out of the way and a fresh brain kicking in, it was time to greet the public. Olivia Moore back in action. The video starts with her looking like she's just been stretching, wearing a tank top. ]
Rob Thomas died in my world. Sorry to the Matchbox Twenty fans, may he rest in peace. [ Or in the stomachs of a bunch of military contractor zombies. But you know. ]
Last thing I remember here was the winter party. What'd I miss? Make it snappy, I've got a 5k to run before lunch. A day without a jog is a day lived like a log.
[ Health nut. At least running is a good distraction. Good to know what kind of brain she'd nabbed out of the morgue. Guess you can eat pine nut and kale smoothies all you want, they're not going to stop an out-of-control mini-van. ]
She lay silently, staring at the rugged stone ceiling of the Bay, letting only the sound of the water's ripples and echoes fill her ears. Even without the panic of not knowing where she was, what had once been scars were freshly opened wounds and a reminder that what she had made her life's purpose was once again out of reach in a land where anyone real who died was brought back. A silent twenty minutes later, she took a forced breath. First step: food. Which meant the first step of the first step was finding out if anyone was working in the morgue right now and to get her job back.
Hospital Morgue Shenanigans for Edward Nygma.
With food out of the way and a fresh brain kicking in, it was time to greet the public. Olivia Moore back in action. The video starts with her looking like she's just been stretching, wearing a tank top. ]
Rob Thomas died in my world. Sorry to the Matchbox Twenty fans, may he rest in peace. [ Or in the stomachs of a bunch of military contractor zombies. But you know. ]
Last thing I remember here was the winter party. What'd I miss? Make it snappy, I've got a 5k to run before lunch. A day without a jog is a day lived like a log.
[ Health nut. At least running is a good distraction. Good to know what kind of brain she'd nabbed out of the morgue. Guess you can eat pine nut and kale smoothies all you want, they're not going to stop an out-of-control mini-van. ]
no subject
no subject
Cruelty to zombie kind much though.
no subject
I'm also going to ask that you ignore that I founded a housing development called Moore's Vineyard.
no subject
That would've been on the top of my ask list once I found out. It now is.