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Room 401, Saturday Morning
Sep. 8th, 2012 08:14 amVictor woke up when his phone rang, and he didn't open his eyes as he groped for it and pressed it to his ear.
"Too early." This was a greeting, if you squinted at it sideways. Anything more clever would have been entirely beyond him.
"Ask what time it is here," Nico said, sounding on the verge of a freak-out. "Vic, you have to come home. People are turning into zombies. Like, not just the Scientology kind, literal grrr, argh."
"Huh?" he was a little more awake now. "How's that happening?"
"We think it has something to do with the radio- " Nico started, than interrupted herself. "How come you sound like a girl?"
"It's early," Victor said again, and finally looked down at his shirtless chest. "Um, Nic?" he tried. "Maybe because I ... am a girl?" And now he was going to have a freak-out to match hers. Quietly. People had warned him about the transformations, sure, but it wasn't supposed to happen to him. "Like, I can see my boobs."
"... you have it worse than we do," Nico decided, after a long pause. "Look, call me when you fix it. We'll fight the damn zombies. You ... find a bra."
"Thanks, mom."
"Thanks, Victor/Victoria."
And that was the end of the phone call. The end of Victor's panic would come sometime later.
[OOC: Closed door, open post. LA end of the scenario taken from Runaways vol. 10, Rock Zombies.]
"Too early." This was a greeting, if you squinted at it sideways. Anything more clever would have been entirely beyond him.
"Ask what time it is here," Nico said, sounding on the verge of a freak-out. "Vic, you have to come home. People are turning into zombies. Like, not just the Scientology kind, literal grrr, argh."
"Huh?" he was a little more awake now. "How's that happening?"
"We think it has something to do with the radio- " Nico started, than interrupted herself. "How come you sound like a girl?"
"It's early," Victor said again, and finally looked down at his shirtless chest. "Um, Nic?" he tried. "Maybe because I ... am a girl?" And now he was going to have a freak-out to match hers. Quietly. People had warned him about the transformations, sure, but it wasn't supposed to happen to him. "Like, I can see my boobs."
"... you have it worse than we do," Nico decided, after a long pause. "Look, call me when you fix it. We'll fight the damn zombies. You ... find a bra."
"Thanks, mom."
"Thanks, Victor/Victoria."
And that was the end of the phone call. The end of Victor's panic would come sometime later.
[OOC: Closed door, open post. LA end of the scenario taken from Runaways vol. 10, Rock Zombies.]
