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sixthiterationtexts2018-11-29 05:38 pm
living_proof) wrote in sixthiterationtexts2018-11-29 05:38 pm
Video > Text | un: Miss Jackson if you're nasty
[The picture clicks on, almost entirely filled with the pale face of one Olivia Moore, brow bunched up as she taps at something on the screen.
Murmurred:] Okay, I think that's recording.
[Sitting back, she gives her head a little, resolute shake, and brushes some platinum hair from her face. She pulls in a breath, sighs it out again.]
Hi, everyone. This is Liv. I think most of you know me, but we've kind of had a run on newbies recently, so you might just know me as "that short girl with the white hair." I'm a doctor, originally from Seattle on Earth, around 2017. I've been here about six months-ish. And... none of that is really the point of this video.
So, here's the thing. I'm a zombie. [A thin, nervous laugh and slight shrug.] Obviously not the mindless, face-falling-off kind, although that does happen if I don't get enough brains to eat. [A slow nod, lips pressed together.] Yeah, some of you who work in the kitchen are probably starting to put some things together right about now. I'm sure my obsession with saving venison brains has seemed a little weird.
[Another breath.] The good news is, I can survive just fine on animal brains, which is what I've been doing. The zombie virus can't be transmitted by touch or saliva or me sneezing on you or anything like that. It's strictly blood-borne, doesn't survive outside the human body. Sex and a blood-drawing scratch are the big ways to catch it. [She lifts her hand, fingers splayed to show her nails.] I keep 'em short.
The chance of me being a threat in any way to any of you is very, very slim, but the chance is there. So I get it if you would rather I not be your doctor. Beverly is awesome and I'm sure she'll be happy to help you instead. And I'm just kind of hoping that most of you understand why I kept this a secret, and don't hold it against me too much. It's kind of an instinctive thing for me. People usually don't react well. So.
[A bite of her bottom lip, tilt of her head.] If you have questions, you can send a text to this video once I post it, public or private. I'll do my best to answer them.
Oh, and Bull, I kinda need to talk to you.
Thanks. [A finger lifts toward the screen and the picture cuts off]
Murmurred:] Okay, I think that's recording.
[Sitting back, she gives her head a little, resolute shake, and brushes some platinum hair from her face. She pulls in a breath, sighs it out again.]
Hi, everyone. This is Liv. I think most of you know me, but we've kind of had a run on newbies recently, so you might just know me as "that short girl with the white hair." I'm a doctor, originally from Seattle on Earth, around 2017. I've been here about six months-ish. And... none of that is really the point of this video.
So, here's the thing. I'm a zombie. [A thin, nervous laugh and slight shrug.] Obviously not the mindless, face-falling-off kind, although that does happen if I don't get enough brains to eat. [A slow nod, lips pressed together.] Yeah, some of you who work in the kitchen are probably starting to put some things together right about now. I'm sure my obsession with saving venison brains has seemed a little weird.
[Another breath.] The good news is, I can survive just fine on animal brains, which is what I've been doing. The zombie virus can't be transmitted by touch or saliva or me sneezing on you or anything like that. It's strictly blood-borne, doesn't survive outside the human body. Sex and a blood-drawing scratch are the big ways to catch it. [She lifts her hand, fingers splayed to show her nails.] I keep 'em short.
The chance of me being a threat in any way to any of you is very, very slim, but the chance is there. So I get it if you would rather I not be your doctor. Beverly is awesome and I'm sure she'll be happy to help you instead. And I'm just kind of hoping that most of you understand why I kept this a secret, and don't hold it against me too much. It's kind of an instinctive thing for me. People usually don't react well. So.
[A bite of her bottom lip, tilt of her head.] If you have questions, you can send a text to this video once I post it, public or private. I'll do my best to answer them.
Oh, and Bull, I kinda need to talk to you.
Thanks. [A finger lifts toward the screen and the picture cuts off]
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and hell no, I don't mind, I love to cook
I was cooking for the boys every night and now I'm just cooking for boy, singular, so it gives me something to do
you should find out what she likes to eat, though, if you can
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I know what she likes. I'm not sure how much of it translates with what we have. She likes steak, rare to medium rare, I'm fairly sure any kind of red meat substitute would be fine. If we have those options. Salad, she loves tropical fruit but that's not an option here, rice, pasta. Honestly I think she'll be surprised at anything that isn't the inn so you really don't have to feel obligated to go too far.
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when's the date?
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We hadn't set an exact day, Monday-Tuesday-Wednesday? Whichever one is easiest for you.
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so no preference on my end apart from time enough to gather ingredients and actually cook them
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