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New Gotham, Saturday
"Braaaaaains," Dinah chanted at Gabby. "Huuuuuuungrrrrryyy..."

"You need more blood on your face, hold still," her roomie answered.

The accoutrements of zombification were everywhere around their apartment. As well as the canned goods needed for their entry fee.

Now all they needed was an army.

[ooc: for those going zombie-walking! threads up in a second.]

"Congenital heart defect," Mark said.

"We already told him poisoning would leave more marks," Priestly said. "And he refused to help me try to embed an SUV steering wheel in my chest."

"Good; I'd totaly cry. I don't like seeing you with things stuck in your chest, remember?"

Momo tapped her chin, thinking. "Hmm. And if you did it right, you could totally poison someone without leaving marks. But even with a heart problem... it's still likely that you'll have autopsy scars. Medical examiners aren't the best at putting things back the way that they started. Can we put, like, some stitches near your hairline?"

"No," Mark said.

"He's very freshly dead," Tia said.

"What if we put the steering wheel in my head?" Priestly asked. "Would that work?"

"Do you even have a steering wheel?" Momoko asked, trying not to laugh as he folded his hands and leaned into Tia's space. "He's totally embarassed to wear make-up, isn't he?"

"Mark, say it isn't so!" Dinah protested.

"Mark?" Tia looked over at him. "He just has to be different. If we were dragging him to a young republicans rally, he'd go in full KISS makeup."

"That would be pretty much the only reason I'd ever go to a young republicans meeting," Priestly said. "And, uh, we left the steering wheel at home."

"It's made of toilet paper tubes," Mark said. "It barely looks like a steering wheel."

"Hush, Antisocial Man."

"You know people are going to assume you're our snack, right? Or that you're there by accident. Totally something normal like that."

"She says that like it's a bad thing," Mark said thoughtfully.

"Don't encourage him, Momo." Priestly tugged her in for a hug again. "You and I still need to go back to school shopping, you know."

"So you want us to do performance art of you being eaten OH MY GOD THAT IS THE BEST THING WE'LL INFECT YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF ROBINSON PARK!"

"Wait, but --"

Tia's hand clapped down almost creepily onto his shoulder. "That sounds like a plan."

Priestly laughed maniacally.

"PERFECT!" Momoko let his head fall against Priestly, staying in the hug, and joined in the laughter.

"And yes, shopping, you! Though not this weekend, sorry. I have to be back at home tomorrow to prepare for a big test. But we can make plans before I leave?. I also have a new recipe from Mrs Reyes that I want to ruin you forever for try and make for you!"

Well. At least it wasn't Karla saying that. "Oh yeah?" Priestly managed not to squeak. "Recipe for what?"

Hey! Momoko was MUCH better now! And she was always better than Karla. Unless she was helping Karla. Or baking. Baking always went wrong for Momoko. It was divine punishment a conspiracy.

Momoko named a fairly traditional mexican dish. "And I also learned how to make esquites! That's a corn dish! It's really yummy!"

Thank god it wasn't cookies. Priestly well remembered her last set of cookies.

"That's a good one. I got to do some tex-mex when I was in Austin a few years ago. How is the Reyes clan doing?"

"I forgot you were in Austin! And they're doing good!" He hesitated a moment, then made a small face and admitted, "Well, something's bothering Jaime, but I don't know what it is. He seems distracted and worried lately."