2nd day off • [ i recall central park in fall ]

[truant]

[video; private]

Hi there! Ferris Bueller here, and if you're just joining us, we are now... two weeks into our stay in the fabulous and bizarre city known as... The City. Definitive, titular, known by no other name, it is simply The City. I have to admit a certain amount of admiration for its style.
On the other hand, I've seen a whole bunch of these curses now. Weird things, and there's one today, actually. People are going around rating each other, on hotness. Now I'll be the first to admit, this entire place is full of some highly aesthetically gifted people, and there is nothing wrong with paying that a little well-earned respect. But you know, there's something about going around giving people number scores that just seems a little unbecoming. I mean, just because someone's not a ten doesn't mean they should spend the day feeling bad.
Besides, I have to say, as much as I enjoy the views, and I do, because hey, I'm only human... I'm starting to miss a few things about home. Especially Sloane, with the curses and Valentine's coming up.
But I'll be okay. She doesn't even know I'm gone, right? So all I have to worry about is me, and I'll manage.

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[begin public video feed]

Ramping up for Valentine's Day, are we? I have to say, City, you're a pretty good-looking bunch of people. I'll give you a 9, overall. And any and all of you can feel more than free to take credit for that score, and it'd be a 10 if I didn't want some of you getting the wrong idea.

Meanwhile, I'm settling in fine. I've found an apartment, but I can't say I spend a whole lot of time there. I mean, hey, there's too much to see out here to spend it all cooped up inside, and I'm not a big fan of the ticking. On that note, if anyone needs a roommate? I know a great guy who could use a little bit less maddening noise in his life.

What else? Oh, yes, of course, thank you everyone who helped me when I first got here. I know I thanked you each personally at the time, but you were all just outstanding, so really, thank you all again. You're just a fabulous bunch of people, City.

Though, there is one point I have to check. It's two thousand and ten?

Comments

[inmyothertights]

I wasn't around for that one, a fact I thank god for every day.

[tenthsickday.livejournal.com]

Hey, you and me both. I mean, the place doesn't seem so bad to me, but I'll admit that a mob of the living dead hell-bent on making lunch out of my brain could affect my view on things.

[inmyothertights]

Are your brains full of deliciousness?

....what does a zombie consider delicious, anyway? Like, smarter is better or what if it's just bitter with the knowledge?

[tenthsickday.livejournal.com]

They could be? I kind of hope not, though.

But I'm not sure, I think it might depend what you know. I mean, I bet an accountant's brain would taste pretty bland, even if it is full of knowledge.

[inmyothertights]

So like, someone really streetwise would be all peppery because the stuff they know is sharp?

[tenthsickday.livejournal.com]

Could be. Or someone who knows a lot about different cultures would taste exotic and zesty.

Not that I've really tested the theory. Or plan to.

[inmyothertights]

This would only be worth something if it meant during a zombie apocalypse we knew to hang out with people with tastier brains.

[tenthsickday.livejournal.com]

That could be valuable research. And hey, I might actually find a purpose for math.

[inmyothertights]

Making your brain tasteless?

[tenthsickday.livejournal.com]

The less appetizing, the better.

Not that I'm really big on the idea of a zombie apocalypse redux.

[inmyothertights]

You got to be prepared.

[tenthsickday.livejournal.com]

Exactly. If math is what it takes, it's a sacrifice I... might be willing to make.

If I were presented with some very compelling research.

[inmyothertights]

Next zombie apocalypse.

[tenthsickday.livejournal.com]

I'll catch you there. We can find some slow-moving people with tasty brains to hide with.