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Miss Pauling ([personal profile] prpl_assistant) wrote2011-09-25 03:05 pm

Memo 004: Thank Yous and Loose Ends (Backtrack to day after zombie outbreak ends)

A. Phone (Filtered away from The Doctor, The Major and Schrodinger)

Thank you to everyone who came by the hospital and defended it. It wasn't easy, but we did it, and I'm really grateful for everyone's cooperation.

B. Phone (filtered to both the RED Spy and the BLU Spy)

Would it be possible for me to see the two of you today? Sometime before lunch?

C. Phone (filtered to the BLU Sniper, hackable)

Mr Mundy, I was wondering whether you'd like me to take you around town today? If it's not too much trouble, I can meet up with you after lunch.

D. Action (around 1337 Benny Road)

(Miss Pauling seems to be busy with something, being up early in the morning. It looks like she's baking...something. However, based on the annoyed look on her face, it doesn't seem to be working...there's a strong smell of cookies in the kitchen, with just a tinge of a burning smell. Anyone who happens to be awake at 8am in the morning and around 1337 Benny Road may just get a free sample cookie with some crumbly black bits.)

E. Action
(If anyone's around the neighborhoods, they'll see Miss Pauling holding a slip of paper as she navigates through all the houses in the hope of finding one. She's got a bag of something that's emitting a nice smell, if a bit burnt. Approach her?)

F. Action (726 Anderson Lane)

(With some help from the Spies, she found out where Miss Susan stays at. With a bag of cookies (only slightly burnt on the edges) she finds herself at the doorstep. She looks a bit anxious, but eventually she gets enough courage to knock on the door.)

[identity profile] strike-you-out.livejournal.com 2011-09-28 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[It's definitely gotten a little darker. Her initial instinct may not be so far from the truth; he's most certainly a strange child.]

Not the way I play.

[He looks up at her now, eyes wandering all over her face before settling to meet her gaze. His grin has faded almost entirely, but small traces of something akin to amusement still remain.]

Did you watch Miss Susan reap the man's soul?
Edited 2011-09-28 03:16 (UTC)

[identity profile] strike-you-out.livejournal.com 2011-09-30 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Slugger nods, looking the least bit unnerved.]

It's her job. [His eyes slowly vanish beneath his cap's visor as his head dips lower.] We both have one.