She's Alive [Open]

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 Anyone wandering into the media library this morning would find a somewhat unfamiliar looking young woman (about eighteen, possibly nineteen) sitting in front of the equipment, head tilted back and eyes closed as she listened to some good, old-fashioned rock and roll. She looks fit, in excellent physical condition and seems cheerful enough. She has one leg folded over the opposite knee, toe tapping as she keeps time with the music. Yeah, she's discovered just how awesome music from twentieth century Earth is and she's enjoying it. 

Give her a minute and she'll probably notice whoever wanders in after her. 

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[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Sure. I don't charge yet - not much to charge - but if you ever have stuff lying around I can make use of a lot of things. Non-perishable food's always appreciated. I'm making myself a little bunker, just in case."

He jolts a bit at the clap; he's not all that used to being touched and more than that, even is Karis has touched him in a friendly way before, her being so amiable is still bizarre.

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

"The bunker thing sounds like a good plan actually. Was working on a similar project earlier... You know, just in case."

She shrugs with a grin, totally oblivious to Howard's discomfort. Before, she might have been deliberately ignoring it, but the smile on her face is open, honest and full of good-will.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"I keep worrying Stacy's going to stop feeding us," he blurts out. "And then, you know, mayhem. Though I guess I should be just as worried that Spacey Stacy'll shut off the air first."

He fidgets. Karis' grin is not only one that looks wrong with everything he's known about her, but it's not the sort of smile that gets bestowed on him often, and everything about this feels off. He's not sure how much else he can deduce without retreating to regather his information. "I think I gotta go."

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

"...you really think she'd do that?" Karis frowns. The thought hadn't really occurred to her. But, it's worth thinking about, obviously. She leans back into her chair, brow furrowed.

"Sure thing, Howard. Lemme know if you need anything, alright? Always glad to help."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"All I'm saying is I'm not sure she wouldn't. And I don't know if you've noticed-" in that head of yours that can't remember that you were dead, "-but I'm not the most optimistic guy, usually."

He gets up, taking care with the bitten foot. "Will do. You take care of yourself, okay?" Try not to end up dead again.

In a way, it's almost tragic how much sweeter and happier Karis is undead. Howard could be sad for her, or happy that at least now she's alive, but thankfully for him Howard tends not to concern himself with feeling happy or sad for other people.