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16 BRAINS ; ota action, text to major
action; genessia general hospital/morgue
[ It might be a strange place to head right now, or it would seem that way to most. Rushing into the morgue wearing high heels and a dress in the middle of a disaster probably didn't make sense to most people, but it did to Liv. If she was going to survive, if she was going to help Major survive, they needed something a little better trained in self-defense of some kind to get through this. With Major off retrieving the dagger from her and David's home, she was in charge of getting a hopefully highly skilled snack. Liv's note to self: learn how to freeze-dry human brains.
So while all the chaos is going on outside, Liv is in the morgue, scrambling through charts to try to learn as much about the bodies down there right now as possible. Tennis instructor, not helpful. Makerspace assistant? Probably going to help her kickpunch anything. Come on, why weren't there more dead people around? (That was probably a good thing Liv, don't be rude.) She keeps looking, rapidly making a commotion but she's not too worried right now. It's not like there isn't a big enough commotion outside. ]
text to major;
I've got a GCPD officer, a bounty hunter whose talents I don't have a file on, or a stuntman. No idea about personalities, their doctors aren't around to ask on account of today's irregularly scheduled apocalypse.
Your choice, but that door isn't going to hold long enough for me to open up both so we're sharing.
[ It might be a strange place to head right now, or it would seem that way to most. Rushing into the morgue wearing high heels and a dress in the middle of a disaster probably didn't make sense to most people, but it did to Liv. If she was going to survive, if she was going to help Major survive, they needed something a little better trained in self-defense of some kind to get through this. With Major off retrieving the dagger from her and David's home, she was in charge of getting a hopefully highly skilled snack. Liv's note to self: learn how to freeze-dry human brains.
So while all the chaos is going on outside, Liv is in the morgue, scrambling through charts to try to learn as much about the bodies down there right now as possible. Tennis instructor, not helpful. Makerspace assistant? Probably going to help her kickpunch anything. Come on, why weren't there more dead people around? (That was probably a good thing Liv, don't be rude.) She keeps looking, rapidly making a commotion but she's not too worried right now. It's not like there isn't a big enough commotion outside. ]
text to major;
I've got a GCPD officer, a bounty hunter whose talents I don't have a file on, or a stuntman. No idea about personalities, their doctors aren't around to ask on account of today's irregularly scheduled apocalypse.
Your choice, but that door isn't going to hold long enough for me to open up both so we're sharing.
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I'm thinking we roll the dice with the bounty hunter. Maybe we'll get lucky and get superpowers.
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Kind of have always wanted to try being a superhero. I don't think anyone's going to notice anyone taking a few brains while they're being attacked by these vampires. I broke into your place with the keys you gave me and that worked just fine.
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Those are my actual keys and you have my actual permission, you're not breaking in. David said he left a dagger there for me, it's probably in my room. End of the hall on the right.
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I'll just look for the room with the softer colors and actual decorating. Unless David is into pastels and sheer fabrics. No judgment there.
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Do you even lift??
I can feel the judgment of my organza curtains from here.