To Business

Who: Everyone in the Spotted Duck
Where: The Spotted Duck
When: Just after Seymour and Chris crashed into it, Keto landed on it
and Nikola landed on him
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<<SNIP>>
Grabbing onto a gutter, the terrified Nikola hoisted himself onto
the roof- only to fall through the hole that the Midget had made,
through the hatch, and directly onto Keto.
<<END SNIP>>
The silence that followed was itself followed by some subdued laughter
from the rest of the assembled crew. Nikola stood up as Keto growled
and hauled himself to his feet again, only to be knocked down a second
time by Niples and Chris Harris jumping down from the roof-hole too.
"Never fear, I am..." began Seymour triumphantly, followed by a
girlish yelp as Keto grabbed his ankle from floor level.
"It's not a zombie, it's Keto," pointed out Jay, eliciting a louder
yelp and more pointed attempts to get away. Keto's muffled voice rose
up from floor level, saying, "Ymf crmshed mff shmpff."
"It wasn't your ship, it belonged to Her Majesty!" sniffed Seymour,
pulling his foot out of Keto's bruised grasp with one last jerk.
"Besides, it's still intact. Mostly. Almost. You can go out and get
it any time."
"Please go out and get it," agreed Jay, nodding towards the front door
which was still being besieged by zombies. Keto cast another glare at
him as he rose to his feet, dusting himself off.
"I seem to be surrounded by brain-dead creatures," he observed, "Both
inside and outside this establishment. I think our time would be
better spent trying to find out WHERE these creatures came from and
WHY they are attacking us. Only after we discover that can we best
work out how to feed Niples to them."
"Hey!"
"YOU CRASHED MY SHIP!" snapped Keto, face reddening, "I mean, I KNEW
you were incompetent, but..."
"So why did you hire him to do the job?" asked Chris Harris from over
by the wall, where he was turning over one of the now-finally-deceased
zombies with his foot. Keto's mouth opened and closed for a moment.
"That's true," nodded Niples, "Only a fool would hire somebody
incompetent to do a job."
"You are skating on very thin ice, *Ambassador* Niples," muttered
Keto, "But we shall converse about this later. Now. To business.
Where are my medistaff and what do any of us know about these creatures?"
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OOC: Tag anybody! Remember, you can always post your reactions to
these strange creatures that are swarming all around the pub - we've
got a few dead (properly dead) bodies inside the pub too, so if you
want to try and help Dying Generic Crewmember 21A, that's an option too.
Just post. It doesn't have to be perfect, it just has to be. :P