Out of deference to the wounded, the able-bodied members of the household were keeping their voices down. The loudest sound was the clink of silverware
against china as they enjoyed brunch and quiet conversation.
From her place at one end of the table, Neko raised her chin from the saucer and cocked an ear at the hallway. "Uh-oh," she said by way of warning.
Conversation ceased.
Down the hall, a doorknob rattled briefly, then turned. The door it was attached to slowly, oh, ever so slowly creaked open. It was Sammy's room, and so
there was nothing visible in the darkness beyond -- blackout shades kept it dark and cozy at all times.
A shambling shape appeared and stumbled slowly through the doorway. It bore in every respect save one the perfect appearance of a zombie -- but in a household
with catgirls, a talking cat, and a fey, there was no fooling the other senses; Alice and Neko sniffed reflexively, testing the wind, then had to restrain
their grins, while Ifrit simply bit her lip to keep from laughing outright.
Nene, for her part, didn't have the augmented senses of the others at the table, but had prior experience with situations such as this and remained
unfazed.
Sammy the Zombie shuffled down the hall, complete with pitiful moaning wail of the damned -- a quiet wail, this, barely audible but there all the same. Her
eyes, when they opened, were bloodshot, the pupils bare pinpricks against the red-and-white canvas. Her hands, instead of outstretched and grasping for
brains, were clamped firmly to the sides of her head, her posture suggesting that they were necessary to keep her head steady while the world spun erratically.
The group remained silent and watchful while Sammy moaned her way into the kitchen, found the aspirin and orange juice left for her on the counter, nodded her
thanks -- and visibly regretted it -- and shuffled her painful way back to her bedroom. The door closed with a quiet click.
"You weren't joking," Nene commented at last. "That's the worst sugar crash I've ever seen, and I've seen a few nasty
ones."
"It wasn't so bad, at first -- you know how hyper she usually is, it was only a little worse is all." Alice poked at her eggs with her fork.
"So what happened?" Ifrit wanted to know.
Neko grimaced. "She ran into Fae Wree Tail."
Alice nodded sadly. "Yeah... after that things sort of... escalated."
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs
against china as they enjoyed brunch and quiet conversation.
From her place at one end of the table, Neko raised her chin from the saucer and cocked an ear at the hallway. "Uh-oh," she said by way of warning.
Conversation ceased.
Down the hall, a doorknob rattled briefly, then turned. The door it was attached to slowly, oh, ever so slowly creaked open. It was Sammy's room, and so
there was nothing visible in the darkness beyond -- blackout shades kept it dark and cozy at all times.
A shambling shape appeared and stumbled slowly through the doorway. It bore in every respect save one the perfect appearance of a zombie -- but in a household
with catgirls, a talking cat, and a fey, there was no fooling the other senses; Alice and Neko sniffed reflexively, testing the wind, then had to restrain
their grins, while Ifrit simply bit her lip to keep from laughing outright.
Nene, for her part, didn't have the augmented senses of the others at the table, but had prior experience with situations such as this and remained
unfazed.
Sammy the Zombie shuffled down the hall, complete with pitiful moaning wail of the damned -- a quiet wail, this, barely audible but there all the same. Her
eyes, when they opened, were bloodshot, the pupils bare pinpricks against the red-and-white canvas. Her hands, instead of outstretched and grasping for
brains, were clamped firmly to the sides of her head, her posture suggesting that they were necessary to keep her head steady while the world spun erratically.
The group remained silent and watchful while Sammy moaned her way into the kitchen, found the aspirin and orange juice left for her on the counter, nodded her
thanks -- and visibly regretted it -- and shuffled her painful way back to her bedroom. The door closed with a quiet click.
"You weren't joking," Nene commented at last. "That's the worst sugar crash I've ever seen, and I've seen a few nasty
ones."
"It wasn't so bad, at first -- you know how hyper she usually is, it was only a little worse is all." Alice poked at her eggs with her fork.
"So what happened?" Ifrit wanted to know.
Neko grimaced. "She ran into Fae Wree Tail."
Alice nodded sadly. "Yeah... after that things sort of... escalated."
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs