Third Floor Common Room, Late Sunday Evening

[the_merriest]

Rikku had no idea why she was up. She should be tired, but she wasn't. Go figure!

Luckily, her Monday class wasn't until after lunch, so it was okay if she stayed up late. She'd even remembered to bring snacks this time. Lots of sugary goodness and crunchy stuff.

The TV said it was a Movie Monster Marathon and Rikku was learning all kinds of stuff. She felt like taking notes. She'd have to ask someone later if any of these creatures were real or not. Most of them weren't anywhere in Spira, that was for sure.



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[the_merriest]

"Hamlet!" Rikku bounced excitedly. "Don't be silly, nobody minds. Hey! Do you know if any of this stuff is real? 'Cause zombies are, even though they're weird-looking. And this all looks fake."

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Hamlet smiled at Rikku, and took a seat on the couch. It took a couple minutes of watching the screen to grasp what was going on.

"Oh, these zombies are definetly fake." He pointed at the screen. "If you look carefully at the left half of the screen, you can see a few members of the production crew in the background."

He leaned back against the couch. "The zombies that invaded the school during the second month I was here, and the zombies that work at Caritas are most definietly real, however."

[the_merriest]

Rikku squinted. "Ooooh, the normal looking guys? I wondered what they were doing there. I thought maybe I didn't get these movies, or something."

She munched on more chips. "It's kinda weird, 'cause your zombies don't turn green or anything. And they don't turn other people by touching them. It's like there should be a different word for it or something, 'cause it's all confusing."

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Hamlet surrepticiously tried to steal some chips from Rikku's bag.

"We could refer to these ones as Faux Zombies. Faux!Zombies? Fombies? Perhaps something else entirely different?"

[the_merriest]

"Not-Grombies! Because they aren't green. I mean, how are you supposed to tell, if they're not covered in green smog? Seriously. And if Holy Water doesn't fix them, why do people even carry it?!" Rikku shook her head, then pulled the bag away with a teasing grin. "Hey, if you want some chips, you can ask, you know."

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"I think we've encountered different kinds of zombies. I've never seen any with green smog before," he said.

Hamlet affected a mock-serious tone."My Lady Rikku, would you doing me the great honour of allowing me to share your chips with you?"

He even threw a royal bow (well, as much as was possible from slouching on a couch) to her.

[the_merriest]

"The green smog ones suck," Rikku said, making a face. "They touch you, then you're a zombie, and you gotta get holy water or else all your healing stuff's gonna hurt. That's so annoying."

She giggled at the bow. "Why, I would be delighted to, Sir Hamlet! I am honored by the request and by your, uh, extending your graciousness to touching these humble and lowly chips."

She bowed back (while still on the couch, natch) and handed him the bag, still giggling.

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"I thank you kindly, milady." He took a couple handfuls from the bag and started eating the chips one by one. Mmmm, grease-covered fried potatoes.

He considered both Rikku's description and the movie on the screen. "The kind you mention definitely seems different from the kind that invaded. Those ones dragged themselves slowly through town, and needed to be shot to be killed for good. They didn't make anyone at the school a zombie.

He paused. "As far as I know. It would have explained a lot about that one student who was obsessed with bodily functions."

[the_merriest]

"Not at all, milord." Rikku crunched down another handful herself. "And yeah, our zombies are different, but then our dead are different, too, and you guys don't have potions, or blitzball, so I guess I should expect that by now, huh?"

"If they move slow, that makes 'em easier to hunt, right? That's good, at least." She nodded, and then giggled a little. "And I don't think I knew that student, and I think maybe I'm glad."

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He nodded. "It does, but only as long as you have and know a gun. With anything else, they tend to be hard to fight." He popped a couple more chips in his mouth. "And I wouldn't say that I knew that student well, but it came up on the radio enough to take notice."

[the_merriest]

"What about explosives? I mean, they'll move even slower if you blow 'em up, right?" Rikku giggled. "Maybe the squirrels just had a thing for him, and liked to watch ... wow, I just grossed myself out. I don't want to think about the squirrels hanging out in the bathrooms."

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"Oh should have been. Anything involving ammunition would have been good enough to stop them."

Hamlet just starred at Rikku with that last comment. "I don't even want to think about it. And now I find myself pondering how squirrels take notes on all these things."

[the_merriest]

"Do they slice up nicely? See, now I'm wanting a zombie invasion so I can do, like, weapons testing on them. Does the godhand work? What about a sword? And grenades?" She giggled. "I wonder if the squirrels have mini tape recorders, and they just talk a lot. Maybe all kinds of places have voyeur squirrels, they just don't usually have a radio to report back to?"