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[bread_goes_bip]

[Action: 307 Miller]

[Those around the house may notice that things smell very nice. Like fresh baked cookies. Possibly because that's what Death is pulling out of the oven. If you approach her as she is doing so, she will tell you:]

Just let them cool a moment and then you can help yourself.

[Action: 726 Anderson]

[Death is ringing the bell at Puzzle House, carrying fresh baked cookies for the residents]

[Action: Around Mayfield]

[If Death has ever met you or someone from your household, she is showing up at your door to check in on you after all that unfortunate zombie business.]

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[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

More cookies?

[Susan opens the door and promptly utters this exclamation. ...Slightly rude, but then again, she is Susan.]

Come in, Didi. We seem to be very popular nowadays.

[bread_goes_bip]

More?

[That was, admittedly, not the reaction she had been expecting]

I wanted to see how everyone was doing. And I figured I might as well bring a little something.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

We survived. With some... unusual tales to share, but I suspect that's much the case with everyone.

You can put those on the table.

I don't suppose I need to ask how you and Grandfather are.

[bread_goes_bip]

Zombie outbreaks tend to be... interesting.

[Death sets the cookies down on the table]

He's much as you'd expect. The soul thing was troubling.

[tapshoetomove.livejournal.com]

[Is it cookie day? Luke approves of cookie day.]

Hello, miss Didi. Are you here to visit?

[And hand out those cookies.

Because that would be cool too.]

[bread_goes_bip]

I am. I was making cookies and I thought you and Slugger might like some.

[Cookie day is the best day.]

[tapshoetomove.livejournal.com]

Really?! That's great! I mean, uh, please come in.

[And he moves out of the way. Cookies yessss.]

[bread_goes_bip]

Apparently cookies are popular around here today.

Action: Around mayfield

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

[Ruri opens the door and nods to Death]

Hello... Would you like some tea?

Re: Action: Around mayfield

[bread_goes_bip]

That sounds lovely. How is everyone here holding up?

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

I still have to bang the dents out of the hood of the car but... Much the same as always.

[She guides Didi to the kitchen and puts on a pot of tea]

[bread_goes_bip]

Zombie outbreaks do tend to be... troubling like that.

(Around Mayfield)

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Post zombies, the Sniper showed up at work just long enough to be counted as having been there, and then he went straight home. So he's the one who opens the door.)

Re: (Around Mayfield)

[bread_goes_bip]

[Mildly surprised, but work here has always been... odd anyway]

Oh, hello.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

Do you need anything?

[bread_goes_bip]

Just checking in to make sure everything's okay.

Action

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

[Mart opens his front door getting a most unexpected visitor.]

Oh hey.

Gothdeathlady.

Whatsup?

Re: Action

[bread_goes_bip]

Hi Mart!

I thought I'd stop by and see how everyone is doing now.

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[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

Decent enough. I think I killed like a thousand zombies.
Do I get a prize?

726 Anderson Lane

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Shortly after Didi is invited in, Slugger appears.]

More cookies?

[His tone when asking the question is quite a bit more excited than Susan's had been.]

Re: 726 Anderson Lane

[bread_goes_bip]

[Death smiles at Slugger's excitement]

Yep. I was making a batch and I figured you and Luke might like some.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Offer accepted. He'll snag one immediately.]

Did you reap any souls?

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[Loki won't be answering his doorbell, but he's not in the habit of locking the door. Death will have to come in herself -- Loki's recovering from his recent amputation. His chest and left shoulder are swathed in bandages.

She'll find him upstairs in the bedroom, drifting in and out of consciousness.]

[bread_goes_bip]

[Death waits a few minutes, to be polite. Eventually, she wanders in through a wall.]

Loki?

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[His eyes open, though they're hazy. He doesn't recognize Death--they've only spoken over the phone.]

...who the hell are you?