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insertmeathere2009-05-25 01:12 am
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BRB FREAKING OUT
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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"Okay, your five minutes of idiocy are up. Shut up and let somebody else have at it."
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"YOU!"
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"Yeah, me. Should I know you?"
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"You're Tex! You're like... seven different kinds of cool. I KNOW WHO YOU ARE!"
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"Um... so I'm here." Zita exhales. Deeply. "Jesus @#$%ing Christ."
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Another pause.
"That cover it?"
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"Can I sic Bella on Sawyer? Nevermind how I know her. Just can I?"
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Watch her calm down!
"So, um, where's everybody at? I probably need to hit the possessions lockers..." She looks off in that direction. Zita sorta knows where things are buuuut not really.
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Zita, your logic is infallible. Really it is. Except for the parts where it fails.
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Zita, you see, is not above metagaming.
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She pauses. "Nobody's actively trying to kill us all right now, right?"
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"Tex, you could learn from Stacy. She's sometimes helpful."
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"Fine. You know who I am; who the hell are you?"