Also, you can tell it's not gonna have a happy ending when the main guy's all bumpy.

Tara ,'First Date'


Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


amych - Nov 28, 2007 1:05:36 pm PST #6219 of 10002
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

Whatever would I busy myself doing in a lawless world full of panicking people?

Build a web-based discussion board?


Cass - Nov 28, 2007 1:06:15 pm PST #6220 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Alexia has a list (and, IIRC, a spreadsheet) for What We Need If The Apocalypse Happens.
There's a spreadsheet. And fascinating cocktail party conversation.

Can I join the cult? Wait ... haven't I *already* joined the cult?


§ ita § - Nov 28, 2007 1:09:25 pm PST #6221 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Build a web-based discussion board?

I say "fuck you" with the greatest amount of mirth while shaking my head at having walked right into that one.


Strix - Nov 28, 2007 1:12:21 pm PST #6222 of 10002
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

I am actually pretty good at camping. And I am pretty no-nonsense; I would probably make a pretty heartless looter. And Teppy's right; I would be kick-ass at going through a library and picking out all the most valuable information and/or memorizing shit.

Being an insomniac, a good night watchperson (for the CHUD's). And with a reliable ita-type person around, I would develop pretty quickly into an efficient, but not first-rate infantrytype killerperson.

Also good with the heart-stirring rhetoric for the leadership/cult skillz, and I can figure I can whip up some exfoliator, using some of our leftover preserving salt, rendered squirrel fat and rose petals! (We'll keep the rose hips back for scurvy prevention!)


Atropa - Nov 28, 2007 1:12:55 pm PST #6223 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Hmm. Whatever would I busy myself doing in a lawless world full of panicking people?

Um, I already have you listed as Bodyguard and Designated Hitter (and Kicker, and General Bad Ass). I hope you don't mind.

Can I join the cult? Wait ... haven't I *already* joined the cult?

Yes, you have. No escaping for you, missy!


vw bug - Nov 28, 2007 1:13:34 pm PST #6224 of 10002
Mostly lurking...

I'd make warm blankets for everyone!


Daisy Jane - Nov 28, 2007 1:16:14 pm PST #6225 of 10002
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Jilli, look [link]

I can make alcoholic beverages and clean fish.


Strix - Nov 28, 2007 1:16:34 pm PST #6226 of 10002
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

See, now there's a useful skill. ita can kill the squirrels, I'll tan the hides and make exfoliator, someone can stew the little bastards, and vw can patch them into attractive and life-giving blankies.

(If you saw the size of the squirrels in my neighborhood, you would understand why I am fixated on them as our post-Apoc herd animal.)


Atropa - Nov 28, 2007 1:21:51 pm PST #6227 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Jilli, look [link]

Hmmm. Pretty, but not quite the right color and not the right cut. I'm looking for something more cupcake-y pink, and school blazer-ish. But waist-length.

I love that everyone is listing their Apocalypse skills. It makes me giggle.


Steph L. - Nov 28, 2007 1:22:59 pm PST #6228 of 10002
I look more rad than Lutheranism

Hmm. Whatever would I busy myself doing in a lawless world full of panicking people?

ita IS Batgirl. Er, pre-Infinite Crisis Cassandra Cain wants-to-be-the-next-Dark-Knight version of Batgirl.

Which reminds me of the scene in No Man's Land, where the various gangs/bands of survivalists would ask people what their useful skills were before they would let those people under their protection. An old woman said she was a seamstress and could sew/mend clothing; they let her in. A dude said he was a mechanic and could fix bikes and any other method of transportation they might scrounge up; they let him in. Another dude said he was a sociologist and could facilitate discussions and communication between people.

They beat him up (or possibly killed him; I dismember) and put him outside their compound with a warning sign on him.

I'm really really REALLY good at organizing things and people and planning stuff, but I still fear that in a post-apocalyptic world, I'd go the way of the sociologist.