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[premeditating]

You know, it's almost cute that you think you can just pick me up and order me to do whatever you want. I'll give you an A for effort, sweetheart. At least your plans for me aren't dull, but you do realize that zombies aren't exactly my specialty, I hope?

Oh, I'm sure they'll bleed just like any other monster, but it's going to take time. Don't worry. I'm nothing if not resourceful.

It's not the zombies that have me interested so much as the company, anyway. What do you think? Dewey-eyed reunion, hugs and kisses all around? I'm sure Derek will be thrilled.

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[agitare]

I don't know about Derek but someone else might be.

[premeditating]

And I'm looking at her, right?

[agitare]

You caught me. [ Even after what happened, it doesn't mean she doesn't love or miss her ]

But what did you mean? What zombies?

[premeditating]

[They're still family, even if their views on things are different. That's not changing. Kate has always been willing to see things in Allison that her father's too overprotective to allow himself to see. After all is said and done, that affection is still there all the same.]

I'm a little hazy on the details, myself. Something about this place demanding fresh blood, wanting people who haven't been exposed to the virus just yet. Sounds like they have their hopes set pretty high.

Far be it from me to disappoint.

[agitare]

I wish you didn't have to go.

[ Even if Kate was more than capable of handling pretty much anything, and could look after herself, it was still dangerous, and she'd already died once ]

[premeditating]

Don't worry about me, sweetie.

[Kind of a hollow reassurance considering what's come and gone from Allison's point of view, but it's genuine all the same.]

I'm a big girl.

[agitare]

That doesn't mean I want you there.

[premeditating]

I'm not exactly thrilled to be going, but you know me. I'm resourceful.

[She'll find a way to make the best out of it. To thrive.]

[unregenerate]

Cute is exactly the word I would use.

[ In that same tone, too. Surprise surprise, Meg is not all about being controlled. ]

If the walking dead aren't your thing, what is? Vamps, wolves, demons, angels?

[premeditating]

[Well, well. You're speaking her language.]

Werewolves.

[She smirks.]

Not that I'd mind trying my hand at some of the others. They're just not within my realm of expertise.

[unregenerate]

Trust me, the puppies aren't much different than any other freakshow. Always whiny, always angry over something. They're all the same, the only difference is what kind of nasty they turn in to.

[ Leave it to her to diminish werewolves, vampires, and what have you to basically emo kids. Hey, it's true enough. ]

My favorites are the angels. Most of 'em got a bad case of 'stick up the ass' syndrome, but it's damn fun trying to yank it out.

[ Ha ha, that's not the only thing she'd be yanking. ]

[premeditating]

[Kate can't help but agree with that assessment.]

Like I said. They all bleed, one way or another. Any similarities beyond that really wouldn't surprise me.

[She raises an eyebrow.]

Angels, huh. I'm guessing you're not exactly the average monster hunter, now, are you.

[unregenerate]

Got it in one. I'm a special brand of supernatural. Once human, tortured forever and come out of the assembly line brand spanking new.

[ She's smirking at this and doesn't seem too bothered about the whole 'tortured' bit. No sense is crying over buckets of spilled blood, is there? ]

What kind of funhouse are you being thrown in? Please tell me it's not the one with the ponies. You wanna talk about the sixth circle of hell, being a neon colored pony would be it.

[premeditating]

Human, and now one of the monsters.

[Isn't that interesting. Especially since she does like your style, Meg.]

Space zombies. That's a whole new kind of crazy for me, to be honest, but I learned a long time ago to take things in stride.

I would definitely have to draw the line at neon ponies.

[unregenerate]

Not the most original story, but it's all mine.

[ Space zombies aren't exactly her forte, but damn if that doesn't sound like a fun ride. ]

Haven't tried picturing zombies in space, but that's sure to be super fun. If its not in close quarters, better get your money back. You just can't have zombies running around without a way for them to trap people, can you?

[ Or, really, a way to trap them and blow them all to hell. That would be her strategy. ]

[premeditating]

Suppose we could get creative with use of the airlocks.

[Imagine throwing one of those suckers out into the vacuum of space.]

Get a lot of walking corpses in your neck of the woods?

[unregenerate]

[ She can definitely get behind Kate's way of thinking. ]

Can't say I do, but that doesn't mean it won't happen. Just a matter of time, I'm sure. We've got all kinds in Wonderland, and I'm sure there's a few zombie survivors in there.

[premeditating]

Wonderland.

[Have a thinly-veiled snort.]

I can believe a lot of things, sweetheart, but that's a bit of a stretch, don't you think?

[unregenerate]

That whole saying about believing it when you see it is the case with Wonderhell.

[ She's not even bothered that she's not being believed. She would just be highly amused if Kate ended up there. Meg would love to be all 'I Told You So' about it. ]

Living in some asshole's acid trip is not a good time. Except when everyone gets in a snit about something, then it can be funny.

[premeditating]

Sounds like the perfect breeding grounds for schadenfreude.

[She smirks faintly.]

And here I thought Wonderland would be all tea parties and bread-and-butterflies. Not the case?

[Okay. So maybe she's being a little patronizing.]

[unregenerate]

If there's any tea parties going on, I'm not involved. Not much of a tea and crumpets kind of girl, you know.

[ Meg can appreciate some good patronizing, and she smirks right back. ]

Mostly we've got ourselves a bunch of morons running around and crying about not going home, or dying. Puts a real damper on the general mood.

[premeditating]

What's your preference, then?

[Casual -- perhaps too casual -- small-talk is always a good way to learn interesting little tidbits about potential foes. Or allies. Hard to say in this case. She's not sure she cares for what Meg is, but she likes her style. Perhaps she'll have her uses.]

So it's full to the brim with crybabies. However do you manage?

[unregenerate]

I can appreciate a good beer and some pizza. I'm just easy to please.

[ Or all that fancy crap is boring as hell. ]

Lots of alcohol. A little mocking here and there. Does a good job of keeping me entertained, especially when they make their cute little mean faces at me.

[packpapa]

[ Have a Derek who looks so far from thrilled. ]

Kate.

[premeditating]

Well, hey there, sweetheart.

[She smiles, saccharine.]

Miss me?

[packpapa]

[ He looks as constipated as ever. ]

No, not really.

[premeditating]

Ouch.

[She feigns a pout. That cuts deep, Derek.]

That hurts. And here I've been so excited to see you again.

[chemistress]

Are you really going to be that complacent about being thrown into that freaky a scenario?

[premeditating]

Why, what should I do instead, panic?

Usually just a waste of time.

[chemistress]

Maybe not panic, but certainly not agree to go with no reservations whatsoever.

I know you Argents have nerves of steel, but this? This is a little extreme.

[premeditating]

'Agreeing' is bit too strong a word for what's happening here, honey. I'm not getting much choice in the matter.

Might as well go into it prepared.

[chemistress]

"Compliance" is, however, a perfect word.

I'm just saying it's making me wonder, that's all.

[premeditating]

Sweetheart, trust me when I say there's a lot you don't know about me.

I have a long-running history of making the best of any bad situation.

[chemistress]

If you say so. I still hold that it's not the best idea to go along willingly, but if you think it'll give you the upper-hand with your mun, all the more power to you.

[burninhale]

Well, if you want to test the bleeding hypothesis, I can pencil you in any time, Kate.

[premeditating]

You really know how to get a girl's motor running. Is that a promise or a threat?

[burninhale]

Not really a meaningful distinction for people like us, is it?

[premeditating]

One of them implies conviction, the other one denotes cowardice.

[burninhale]

I don't think we need to imply or denote anything — I ripped your throat out. It was a pretty good time and I'm willing to give it another go if you are.

[premeditating]

Sorry, sweetheart. One shot was all you got. You won't be so lucky this time.

[burninhale]

I suppose not. But I'll always treasure the memories.

I'm just kidding, I pretty much never think of you anymore. Alison's coming along well, though. Every now and then I see a little bit of you in there. So your legacy lives on. For now.

[premeditating]

Oh, that stings.

[Come on, Peter. A tiny part of you still hates her, doesn't it? At least, she hopes so.]

We'll see if you're still feeling smug when she cuts you in half.

[burninhale]

[ Of course she'll always have a special place in his cold, teeth-lined, burnt up coal of a heart. ]

I'll be sure to report to you first in hell.

[premeditating]

I've got a room reserved for you, right next to mine.