BRB FREAKING OUT

[whitewolfzita.livejournal.com]

If anybody needs Zita, she's busy running screaming across the Obs Deck. Screw the weapons and possessions lockers, she has some SPAZZING to do.

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[whitewolfzita.livejournal.com]

Zita trips, flails, falls, and gets up. She stares at Anders.

"Dude, you're READING?! Aren't you even slightly freaked out by all this?!"

[andy-longwood.livejournal.com]

"Well . . ." Anders looks up, a little sheepish. "Well, yeah, but - I just got all these yesterday, 'cause the book store down the road was closing and having a massive sale, and, look at this, four hardcovers for 20 bucks!" she holds out a copy of something young adult and fantasy. "Good deal, or BEST deal?"

[whitewolfzita.livejournal.com]

"Um, awesome." Zita fidgets a little bit. "But, um, MEATSHIP?" she gestures vigorously at all the Stacyness.

[andy-longwood.livejournal.com]

"Yeah - freaking out can wait until after I find out what happens to Crystal McShinyfeathers and her rogue band of misfit heroes. Her noble uni-pegasus steed just got shot with a Dart of Despair and I think this author just miiiiiiiight be hardcore enough to kill off the Cute Animal Friend. Meatship'll be here in, uh, an hour or two, right? Right."

A pause, as Anders considers her manners.

"So, um, which one are you? I'm Anders. Hi."

[whitewolfzita.livejournal.com]

"Oh, hi. I'm Zita. The spazzy one. The Halo fangirl?" Zita offers her hand to shake out of reflex.

[andy-longwood.livejournal.com]

Anders reaches up from the floor to shake her hand. "Spazzy covers a lot of us. Even me sometimes! When I'm not sitting in a corner reading. So, I'm thinking, constant beach party in the Sensorium? You know, when everyone else inevitably gets here."

[whitewolfzita.livejournal.com]

She scratches the back of her neck. "Yeeeaahhh, that sounds great and all, but this is Stacy. Good things do not happen on Stacy. We talk about Stacy and good things do not happen on her."

[andy-longwood.livejournal.com]

Anders rolls her eyes.

"Maaan, I don't know about y'all, but I don't go in for the super depressing plots. As far as I'm concerned, until I lose a limb or two and get my hands replaced with robot hands because of some alien super bacteria, this is better than sleeping on my couch until 3 PM 'cause nobody will give me a job back home, or getting pepper-sprayed by underaged hooligans when I'm gettin' my rave on. I will MAKE good stuff happen on Stacy. I'm the mod's BFF."

Yeah, somebody's overconfident in their position.

That, or she's genre-savvy.

[whitewolfzita.livejournal.com]

Zita thinks about that.

And thinks about that.

"You know, you're kinda right. This beats the crap out of doing my physics homework. I kinda don't want to die. That's a real danger here, remember?"

[andy-longwood.livejournal.com]

"Well yes, that is a possibility."

Anders taps her bottom lip thoughtfully.

"This is why I am waiting for a particularly friendly and badass character to show up, and by a combination of charm and blackmail glue myself to them for physical protection for ever and ever." She beams. "When in doubt, become a parasite!"

[whitewolfzita.livejournal.com]

"I'd feel weird doing that to any of the ones I know. Though I definitely want to stay on the good sides of the werewolves."

"Um, but yeah. I think I'm totally going to pick up some kind of cool weapon now that I'm here?" Zita grins. Slowly. Bad ideas are forming.

"I wonder if Stacy picked up any sniper rifles?"

[andy-longwood.livejournal.com]

"I'll stick to pepper spray. I KNOW that shit works." Anders frowns and scratches her arm at the memory. Darn kids. "You should pick up hook swords, though! 660 times out of a 1000, they delivered a killing blow. In that Insert Warrior Here versus Insert Warrior Here show thing. Maori warrior versus Shaolin Monk." She beams. "That was a cool episode."

[psychicsaphie.livejournal.com]

"Nepotism will only get you so far, my dear."

[andy-longwood.livejournal.com]

"Says you, and here you . . . are."

Oh, hey, then that makes nepotism getting someone only so far . . . really go to show just how far nepotism will get you.

"Angel, Angel, Angel -"