#kc_necropolis

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{Episode 1: Fleur Buys a Sandwich}
*A Subway sandwich shop sits near the Highway leading out of Necropolis. Working the shop by himself is a man named Jeff, somewhere in his early 40's. A closely shaved head fails to hide his dramatically receding hairline, and his baggy uniform just as easily fails to hide that it's been some years since he started to let himself go. He scratches at his chin, a three day stubble that he plans to eventually shave into a goatee itching and driving him crazy all day. Ten minutes to close. He hasn't had time to start putting away meats and condiments when he hears the sound of a car motor. Through the large windows he can see that it's a stretch limo, the back having been converted into a jacuzzi. A Woman, fully clothed in what seems to include a white fur coat stands up and gets out of the Jacuzzi. She walks in, soaking wet, reeking of...apple juice? It's hard to tell if she's had some work done or if she's just TRYING to look like Zsa Zsa Gabor. She walks up to the counter, lighting a cigarette before taking off one of her silk gloves [F] "I'll take a Watercress and Capers on a Shepherd's Loaf, Darling."

*Jeff blinks, confused for a moment. [J] "I'm sorry ma'am but we don't carry any of those. Plus I'm going to have to ask you to put that cigarette out, please. *Fleur scowls through an exhalation of smoke before stubbing it out on the floors Jeff just mopped. [F] "No capers? How about Caviar, then? I'll settle for Beluga." [J] "Um...sorry ma'am, fresh out." *Fleur scowls again. If she had a tail she would be swishing it. Looking over the selection, she walks around the counter until she's on the same side as Jeff. She starts batting and prodding the various ingredients as she inspects them with her un-gloved hand. Jeff for his part is diplomatic enough to stop her at the cheeses, trying to herd her back to the other side of the counter [J] "I've got everything listed on the menu above us Ma'am, let me handle the dirty work." *Fleur squints at the menu, finally just standing on top of the counter near the register so she can get a better look at it, apple juice dripping everywhere. [F] "Mmmmm -oh! Tuna! I would just love some tuna, darling." *Jeff starts to make her sandwich, asking if she'd like it toasted [F] "I'll Take it BROILED, darling." *Jeff decides to humor her and throws it in the toast-o-matic

[F] "Throw some shredded chicken on their too, darling, but DON'T toast that!" *Jeff tenses up at the mention of shredded chicken. Has it been ten years since that day in Tora Bora? You and your Army Ranger squad were sent into the cave systems on the Afghan/Pakistan border based on a tip that there was a valuable terrorist cell still hiding there. Seemed pretty simple: Let the Air Force carpet the area with bunker busters then sweep in and clean up the leftovers. You knew that those thermobaric bombs were designed to ignite all the oxygen in an enclosed space. You even saw the test footage they did on pigs to show what happens after that fireball: a large vacuum develops, a vacuum strong enough to rip the lungs out of the mouths of any survivors. The Brass had prepared you for that level of disgusting. What you weren't expecting was to see those charred corpses get up, stuff their lungs back down their throats, and proceed to tear your men apart just like..just like.. shredded chicken. SSsssshhhhhredded ch-ch-ch-ch-....Jeff rubs his temple. He looks about slightly disoriented and wonders why he always gets weird headaches when he thinks about shredded chicken. Should probably just forget it. Fleur in the meantime has lit another cigarette and is staring Jeff down.* [F] "I don't know where you ran off to, darling, but I'm still here and hungry." *Jeff finishes up the tuna and shredded chicken sandwich and asks if she wants a bag* [F] "Mmmr yes, that jacuzzi is filled with applejuice and GOLD, darling, I wouldn't want the flavors to clash." *She pays with a hundred dollar bill before leaving. Jeff sighs and gets out the mop. He wonders if this is the night that he ends it all.

*Her office is...decorated, but upon closer inspection it seems to be furnishings and equipment that one would expect a CEO in a movie to have, rather than anything actually practical. She leans on the large Globe in the center of the office for a moment before sitting down at her massive metallic desk, a very large trianglular glass window behind her overlooking Necropolis proper. She looks at the sandwich for a moment before devouring it in several messy bites. Tuna dripping from the sides of her mouth she seems to be...is that laughter? No, crying. She sobs for a couple minutes before a butler steps forward from the shadows to take her sandwich paper. She swats at him half defensively and half angrily before she wipes her tears away and straightens up in her chair, calmly speaking. I just w- wanted to get some food that wasn't, well, provided here. I told you I'd be back. *She takes a deep breath, this having become an almost nightly routine "Okay, go." **Something green slithers down from the ceiling. As something hairy, soft, and wet starts to wrap around her neck and go into her ear Fleur can't help but think of that nice sandwich man at the shop.