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Olivia Moore | iZombie | OTA

[livemoore]

Network - video

Okay, so. This is new.

[ Even for someone who technically died, came back from the dead and now eats brains and has visions. She's currently on dead beauty pageant brains courtesy of the closet which seems to have variety, she has to admit. ]

I guess if I had to pick one quality about Wonderland that makes it unique, it's that I never knew magic magic was real. I mean, I know other worldly things exist, but going the full Hogwarts experience isn't something I ever thought I'd get to see. So, tell me Wonderland, what's the very best thing you've ever seen out of this place? I'd love to know!

[ She does the typical pageant queen wave, then ends the video. ]

Around the mansion

[ Liv isn't exactly looking to tell anyone she's a brain eating zombie because she figures it might not go over well. Call it a hunch based on a clue from the real world. As long as the magic closets are giving her what she needs, she isn't sure what the difference is anyway. She stays fed and non-zombie hangry and makes a few friends along the way. Still, she'd feel better if Peyton showed up. Or Ravi. Or Major. Or Clive.

You know, just anyone from home with a friendly face.

Ducking her head into random rooms, still on pageant brain, she's doing all of this with a book balanced on her head for perfect posture. One could only benefit from a straight spine, dead or alive. But when she turns a corner and blindly collides with someone the book falls with a thud to the floor. ]

Sorry! Are you okay? I was just practicing my walk.

[shrinkage]

Whoa!

[ the thud of the book is followed by a generous splash as the four coffees ray had been carrying smooch between him and liv, and splish down on top of it. he loses one of the cups completely, smearing the wall in frozen mocha slush, and freezes in surprise and utter horror. as liv starts to apologize, so does he: ]

Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry-- no, no that was completely on me, I-- [ wait ] Your ... walk?

you're the best ty~

[livemoore]

[ It's been so long since she's been met with an 'oh, is it the brains?' comment, that now she has to explain, and there's also a mess, so what if she just distracts by kneeling to pick up her soggy book, not worrying at all about her clothes or shoes. ]

It's a posture perfection thing. Can I at least buy you more coffee? You were obviously going somewhere with it for someone.

[ Unless all four coffees were for him, in which case, no judgment. She gets it, man. Also, she hasn't figured out yet that hey, everything is free! ]

no u

[shrinkage]

Ooh, newbie?

[ he crouches opposite the mess from liv, picking up some pieces and reassembling it into a sad ghost of what it was. he follows up his question before she answers, nose crinkling with explanation-- ]

Things are free, here.

[livemoore]

Yep, total newb.

[ Beauty queen brain takes over for a sec. ]

I guess if I had to put this experience into three words it would be 'afraid but intrigued.' Everything being free is definitely a bright side. Still, I can at least walk with you to get new coffee? Maybe explain to some friends why you're late.

[ Oh, and before she keeps forgetting. ]

I'm Liv, by the way.

[shrinkage]

[ ooh, intense. ray likes a positive outlook in a new friend. speaking of-- ]

Friends? [ err-- ] Oh! The coffees, those were ... those were for me.

[ shame. shame! ]

Which means you should come with me now and get me down to three instead of four. I'm Ray.

[ sloppy handshake time? ]

[livemoore]

All four coffees?

[ She's grinning, though, not judging. ]

I'll drink the fourth one so you don't have to.

[ They shake hands and while hers is a little cooler than normal, it's no big deal. Maybe she's just cold-natured? As she gets ready to follow his lead to the coffee shop, she can't help squaring her shoulders, tilt her head up and walk with all the confidence of someone being judged on her looks alone. ]

So, Ray. How long have you been forced to call Wonderland home?

[shrinkage]

[ cold hands, warm heart! ]

Thanks! And-- a little over a year, now, actually. But there are people who've been stuck here for six.

[ he moves to the side to gesture liv ahead with him, talking while they walk. ]

Have you experienced any events, yet?

[livemoore]

[ Six years. That's...a long time. She tries to process that for a second and knows that she'd miss her friends but also...that's six years of not having to deal with Blaine and whatever issues he's going through. Or the looming war on zombies.

Vacation? She already knows about time standing still back home while she's here so maybe, yes, totally a vacation. ]

I haven't yet. Someone told me this place works based off of memories?

[ How does that even work when she's literally consuming new memories at least once a month? ]

i tried to resist and I couldn't

[keephersafe]

[R isn't looking where he's going, either.

He jumps when he's walked into, when the book hits the floor, and he stares at it for a moment before turning wary eyes up to the young woman.]

... Fine.

[He speaks quietly, hesitantly, and while he clearly sees the book does nothing in the way of moving to pick it up. He smiles, equally awkwardly, holding his posture in a peculiar way that matches the slightly off-kilter expression, and presses his lips together a couple of times before he speaks again.]

... I'm fine.

!!!!

[livemoore]

[ Liv kneels down to pick up the book, then really looks at who she ran into. Pale skin. Red rimmed eyes. Is it possible she's not alone here? Sure, she doesn't know him, but someone else like her would still be great. Although, how to ask without outing herself if he's not a zombie? ]

Good. I'd hate for my first incident here to be maiming someone via collision.

[ She presses her lips together, swallowing and looking at him. Heartbeat. She can tell by his heartbeat. Or, well, lack thereof. Sticking out her hand, she smiles a little. ]

I'm Liv. Newbie here.

:D!

[keephersafe]

[That's funny. Is he supposed to laugh? He doesn't quite, but he smiles again - it's a lopsided affair that pulls one corner of his mouth up in a way that's almost charming. Her hand gets a look, like a quiet study, before he places his own in it and grips very gently.

He thinks that's right. Something pings in the back of his memory. A handshake.]

I'm R.

[He's trying not to hesitate between his words. It isn't as pronounced as it used to be, but it still takes a while for the neurons that still work to start firing properly.]

Um. [R looks down, to where the book was.] Sorry.

[About... being in the way? Something like that.]

[livemoore]

Just 'R'?

[ She can't help but think 'like a pirate?' but luckily she doesn't say that part out loud.

But then she feels it. Or, to be more accurate, doesn't - no heartbeat, and she lightly tugs him to the side of the hallway to speak to him quietly. ]

You're a...

[ How to put this tactfully. ]

You're like me. A zombie.

[ She whispers it, because who knows what saying that too loudly in this place would get her. ]

[keephersafe]

[He doesn't expect the tug, and his feet don't quite go along with it in the way he'd like them to. R had sensed it too - he doesn't get that faint gnawing sensation when he looks at her, which while far easier to ignore of late could still be felt around anyone living. She's like him... yet she isn't.

His average level of coherency doesn't hold a candle to hers.

It's the loquaciousness that throws him off. Maybe he's wrong? But then she says it, and though his expression wrinkles slightly at the word she uses he nods and lowers his voice in turn.]

Yes.

[His hand goes to his chest, where his heartbeat should be but isn't. It isn't missed, but he knows it should be there.]

You're diff-- different.

[Four whole syllables! He's on a roll.]

[livemoore]

We're all different, R. That's what makes us unique.

[ Brilliant smile for the judges annnnnnnnd scene. ]

What happened to you? Have you eaten?

[ She's concerned, okay? The last thing anyone needs is a zombie going full zombie in this place. Because honestly, why would there be two zombies from two totally different worlds??? ]

[keephersafe]

[He doesn't think she understands. He wants to explain - the thoughts form, coherent and carefully pieced together - but the ability to express himself properly falls apart before he can speak. What comes out instead is a soft sigh, and a flash of a helpless look.

R wants, more fiercely than any hunger he's ever felt, to be able to explain himself in this moment.

He shakes his head.]

No. Don't need--...

[How long has it been? He hasn't eaten since he left the airport with Julie. Since before then, even. It hadn't even occurred to him before now.]

This is... [Frustrating. This is frustrating! It's written all over his face. She thinks there's something wrong with him. Is she worried?] ... normal.

[livemoore]

[ That earns a deep frown of concern, and she can definitely tell he's frustrated so she tries to push the beauty queen to the back burner and focus, sitting down with him on a little love seat type decorative piece of furniture. ]

I'm gonna try to help. All you have to do is nod for yes and shake your head for no.

[ That should hopefully make it easy, right? Except now she has to think of yes or no questions that can get her to the bottom of things. ]

Could you talk before you were a zombie?

network

[hackrid]

[ claudia scowls. she scowls at everyone, though, so. ]

OK first? You're gonna have to tone down the cheer squad 'tude. Second, this place is nothing like Hogwarts.

network

[livemoore]

Wow. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, fell out, and decided to leave the house swinging today.

[ Hey, pageant brain comes with a side of 'bitchy because we don't eat a lot of calories' attitude. Nice! ]

Let's see, there's: magic food, magic closets, we got here by apparating or going through a hidden port key or...something. If that's not the wizarding world of Harry Potter, then what is?

[hackrid]

Batter up, baby.

[ claudia doesn't quite smile, but-- oh yeah. that's the spirit she's into. barbs are part and parcel of claudia's own personal language. people who throw them back? totally her people. ]

Cause it's funny, but I don't really remember getting sorted, or getting a wand, and I sure haven't had Mrs. Norris tattle on me to Bill the Lizard.

[livemoore]

[ Oh, that gets a grin in response, like a full-blown grin, because this is the way Liv likes them unless they're Blaine. Blaine can go straight to hell. OR SOMETHING.

Anyway. ]

Okay, maybe not Hogwarts proper but still. It's magic. And it's probably as close as I'll ever get outside of tricking a dog into thinking I've thrown a bone.

[hackrid]

[ YEAH SCREW BLAINE ]

I kinda lean more Star Trek replicator than magic when it comes to the closets and food, but I can respect a love for a little wonder.

[ she throws up that vulcan gang sign and her smirk widens a little. ]

So, no magic at all in your world? Not even any weird science?

[livemoore]

[ Uhhhhhhh welp. Liv is the weird science but does she even dare say anything about that out loud. NOPE. ]

I mean, I see weird things, working for the medical examiner's office. And I'm a consultant for the police.

[ Oh, here's a thing she can maybe say? It worked on Clive and it still does for the rest of the PD. ]

I have...visions. I'm not a psychic, I can't predict things. I just...see them. After they've happened and a dead victim can't exactly tell us what went on. Does that count as weird science?

[hackrid]

Not exactly sure where the science comes in on that weird, but put monkey ears on me and call me Curious George.

[ she leans into the feed to get a better eye on liv, and purses her lips. ]

Kinda cool that an ME miraculously gets hit with corpse dreams, though. A dash of fate and a sprinkle of spook?

[livemoore]

Something like that, yeah. It's a gift.

[ She smiles, shrugging her shoulders a little. ]

It was shocking when it happened the first time and I didn't get it at first but...if it helps, it helps.

[ That part, at least, isn't a lie at all. She had no idea how to navigate what was happening to her and what being a zombie actually meant for a while. ]