AWKWARD ZOMBIE

"I am Angie Nickinson, one of Lolita's bridesmaids. But right now, I have more pressing matters to attend to and I must find the man in the beige hat." the bridesmaid explained, putting extra emphasis on 'must find.'

"He couldn't have gotten far with that piece of junk," she said with gritted teeth. "You'll help me find him, yes?" It sounded less like a question and more like a statement that Board would comply.

Snarf peed on the floor. He wasn't sure if that would help, but it couldn't hurt. Or could it?

*The Bouncer had the greatest urge to slice something with his sword. His hat felt insulted, for some odd reason.

Behind his helmet, Board was frightened, this woman was terrifying and he didn't want to be around her one bit. But the fact that she would probably kill him if he denied her request kept him from leaping out the nearest window.

'Of course I will' he said, trying his best not to sound afraid. With time, maybe Board's charm could melt her frozen heart.

'So why are we after this beige-hatted man anyway?'

"My good man, riding Dachsunds is an absolutely stupid idea and you are stupid for having it. Their tiny noodle bodies could never provide enough support for a rider."

"My Dachsund has Sirius radio."

Lyra facepalmed. "My row- er, the Martyr is land capable. We'll just take that." Oh boy, she never thought she'd need that function when she'd had it built. But now she spent most days sleeping in it.

The bridesmaid turned to Board. "He knows of something very important to me, and perhaps this whole case with the wedding." Angie headed towards the back door.


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Meanwhile, the other Angie was busy explaining her situation to Tweeter and Scarlet, keeping out the part of her possibly being human at a previous time in her life, but she still told them she had amnesia.

"Amnesia, huh?" Tweeter muttered.

"Sounds kind of like a soap opera," Scarlet said. "Or a Japanese Role Playing game. But anyway, about this scientist; Tweeter, did you sense him anywhere in the church?"

"Nope, he was in the kitchen a bit ago, but he just kind of...uh well, he disappeared." The volume of Tweeter's voice kind of dropped as he spoke.

"Wait, you mean like poof, just like that? How does that work?" Scarlet asked in bewilderment.

"That teleporter of his..." Angie whispered to herself. "Oh Pale, please don't get yourself into too much trouble before I find you!"
Angie unplugged from the outlet and jumped off of the desk, hopping to the door, when Scarlet threw her cord out and nearly tripped Angie.

"What?" the lamp barked, quite annoyed at her actions.
"You're not going out there by yourself!" Scarlet said, and she kind of sounded like a chastising mother.

"I have to."

"No really, you're not going by yourself. Bring this guy along, he's pretty good at finding things, you'll see." Scarlet walked to the right side of the screen, and yelled, "HEY GEO! THERE'S A GIRL HERE TO SEE YOU!"

"A girl, huh? She cute?" the voice was a stereotypical surfer-dude teenager's voice, and it emanated from somewhere above the cabinet that Scarlet lived in.

"I dunno, go see for yourself!"

A little black device suddenly flipped from the top of the cabinet, landed on the desk, then jumped off of the desk and right in front of Angie. His screen turned into a GPS map, with the church dead-center. It wobbled up and down, as if he was scoping Angie out with his non-existant eyes.

"Eh, I've seen better," The GPS said, and Angie's expression soured. Sure, it was kind of hard to judge technology on a cuteness scale, but even as a lamp, Angie thought she didn't look that bad. Angie reacted with a loud sigh and jumping back to the door.

"Hey, wait, bring me with you! You're going outside right? Come on, dude!" Geo tried to waddle to Angie, but fell flat on his face...er, screen. Angie rolled her eyes at the obnoxious little GPS, but picked him up with her cord and carried him to the hallway. He'd probably come in handy some time, even if he was an annoying little kid.

"I never get to drive my car...."
(That is the full extent of my drawing capabilities, I'm freakin' serious)

Perplexed by the man who had passed him by in the hall Iconsting wandered into another room, seeing a man with a peculiar helmet on his head and a young woman. "Excuse me you two, I'm in need of a phone to call a tow truck. My car is having some...



Engine trouble."

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(Jesus Christ! That poor 240SX!)

"What the..."

Things just kept getting stranger and stranger around here. Angie Nickinson stared at the young man who had joined their company. She was temporarily distracted by the explosion outside the church, but regained her focus.

"Fine, if I must, I'll bring you along too." This party was quite strange to find one measly scientist, but there was strength in numbers, she supposed. Angie took the brown-haired man by the wrist and pulled him along to go outside.

"This rowboat is slow, and cramped. Why didn't we take my car again?"

"Because you can't drive a car that's full of shovels. Now quit bitching and get in the boat."