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Caritas - Wednesday, 4/1

Penelope was sipping a glass of orange juice with a bright red umbrella in it. Her eyes were on the band, however, because they seemed a little... hyper this evening. If one could put the word 'hyper' to a zombie. Their music was loud and seemingly fast and they were all wiggling their hips. It was just odd.

Caritas is open.

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A copper's work was never done. After speaking with the girl at the bar (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/3796222.html?thread=156691454#t156691454), Daisy took up the stage, but, alas, not to sing this time. Not, at any rate, to sing normal song. No, she was singing the song of justice and policework in figuring out just what to do about all these ~~mother fuckin'~~ zombies on her ~~mother fuckin'~~ beat.

"Excuse me, Detective Constable Day, Fandom Police. I'd like to have a few words with you about the current zombie situation..."

"Arrrugghhhr."

"Yes, yes, I'm quite up to date on your own personal situations. But I was wondering about the new situation..."

"Urrrgrrraawrrr."

"Mmm, yes. I see. I know this might be, er, difficult for you all, considering the whole...decomposed vocal chords and all, but if you wouldn't mind trying to give me a hand--"

*pop*

"No, sir, not a literal hand. I think it's best you keep that; you might need it to play your guitar, you see. Just a few questions..."

This might be a while.

It was a very obedient zombie!Sean that was sitting at the bar, waiting patiently for someone to come and take his drink order.

Well, really he was just sitting there and zombie!pouting that he couldn't have the brains of anybody in the place. But rules were rules, after all. He kinda understood that, in a not actually comprehending sort of way.

Penelope stared for a moment before she came over. "Hi, can I... get you something?"

Sean just stared at Penelope for a moment before it registered that she'd asked him a question. The exact nature of the question went right over his head.

"Braaaaaaaaains?"

Because really, that was the answer for everything!

Blink.

Oh.

It was April Fool's Day. She got it.

Smiling a little, she decided to go along with him. It was excellent make-up too; so realistic looking. "I'm sorry, but I don't think we're accepting applications right now." She glanced over at the band, then back to Sean.

Sean followed Penelope's gaze. Oh, look. More like him. But... they were tame!

"Braaaaains," he said a little more insistently, followed by some incoherent mumbling that was quite normal and intelligent for him.

Okay, this was a little odd.

She fixed him a beer and pushed forward a bowl of pretzels. "Um. If you're hungry..."

Well... they weren't brains, but since he wasn't going to get a bowl of those in this place, he could hardly be rude to the pretty girl. Who'd be prettier as a zombie, but that was hardly her fault for not being one.

He reached out, taking a handful of pretzels and chowing down on them -- managing to bite his own finger in the process.

Well, while she was here, she might as well see if she could have a word with another zombie who happened to be here, too. And she didn't have to worry about this one biting her, thanks to the whole safety spell on the bar.

"Excuse me, sir," said Daisy, approaching and flashing her badge, "Detective Constable Day, Fandom Police. I'd like to ask you a few questions."

Sean sniffed the air as Daisy approached. More brains, yay! That he couldn't eat, boo.

He turned towards her slowly, looking at her in bleary-eyed confusion. "Whaaaaaaa?"

Hey, that sounded like it could easily be interpreted as a word! A little bit of excitement flit through Daisy's chest and she whipped out her little notepad from the pocket of her uniform.

"Is there anything you can tell us, sir, about this current invasion of undead creatures on the island?"

"..."

Why yes, that was Sean staring blankly at Daisy. He knew she was talking to him, but that was about as far as his addled brain could make it, and even that was more to do with the fact that he didn't see any reason why she wouldn't be talking to him.

Daisy was patient, peeking over the notebook, eyebrows and pencil raised expectantly, waiting it out. She realized, though, that probably nothing was coming out, and she frowned a little. She shook her head. "No?" she asked, a little sadly.

It had been a long day at the office, investigating all this zombie business, but it was not over quite yet. It was incredibly rare for Daisy to be in a bar in her uniform, but she was working overtime at the moment and needed to get all the bases of this investigation covered.

"Excuse me, miss," she greeted the girl behind the bar with a nod, "I hate to trouble you with this, but, if you don't mind, I'd like a moment to ask the band a few questions."

"Of course," she said, taken aback slightly from the seemingly seriousness and the uniform. "Is something wrong?"

"Oh no," said Daisy, shaking her head and thinking it best not to start a panic or perhaps (as was more likely around here) spark some vigilante action. "Just a few leads on an investigation that they might be able to help out with."

Penelope glanced towards the band, then back to her. "I've never spoken to them before but I hope they're helpful." She wondered how they would be or what reason would draw law enforcement here and more, specifically to them.

"This has to do with zombies, doesn't it?" she asked, frowning in thought as she considered Mr. Nast and the way he looked and sounded tonight.

"That would be why I'm here to question them, being zombies, yes," said Daisy.

"About the other zombies?" she asked. "I know of only one, but where there is one, there are others." A slight pause. "I assume only, of course," she added more shyly.

"Just be safe," Daisy suggested with a faint, concerned smile, "going home tonight."

"Last time someone said that to me, I spent the night here," she confessed, trying to keep the worry from her tone.

"I'm more than happy to help provide an escort for you," Daisy said with a nod, "if you need one."

She offered her a small, grateful smile. "I'm working till close; that would be awfully selfish of me to take anyone from their more important work. I made it here safely, I should be okay going back." She hoped. "Thank you, for the offer. May I get you anything to drink? Non-alcoholic of course."

"Maybe when I'm done with the zombies," Daisy said with a nod. "And I know the bar is a safe spot on this island, so I could always just come back and check on you toward the end of the night, too."

"Thank you," she replied, respectfully. She didn't want to admit to feeling anxious, but she half-assumed Constable Day knew, therefore she appreciated her kindness. "I'll be here when and if you're ready for that drink."

Daisy nodded. "And thank you," she said, then went to go speak with the zombie band.

She would not get very far, of course, especially since the zombies, while excellent at playing music to sing to, were not much for forming intelligible sentences, or even words, or even syllables. But they were very kind and very helpful and very understanding when she explained that, no, no singing tonight, she was on duty.

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The Lounge

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