25 Unicorn Street, Sunday Evening

[tyler_gone]

The zombie had spent an indignant day locked inside a reinforced closet, alternately chowing down on pork brains and trying to chew or claw his way through the door. He was missing the battle, and that would displease his master.

He was still pounding at the door with fists that had long since turned to mush when the curse lifted.

The fists became living, if scarred, flesh and bone once more, but Tyler kept pounding at the door for a moment.

Then he stopped. Maybe if he closed his eyes and didn't move, people would forget about him entirely until he had actually died of embarrassment. He sat on the closet floor, wishing he had some gum or something to get the taste of pork brains out of his mouth.

And he really didn't want to know why his pockets felt so lumpy.

[OOC: For anyone who lives there, or who might otherwise want to let him out.]

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[tyler_gone]

"My mom died. I wasn't sleeping. Fighting was something I could control. I needed to be more than I was." Tyler shook his head; he knew he was rambling, but he couldn't stop. "I'm not one of the ones who started to save their fucking planet. My planet is as fine as it ever is."

[shiroi_tiger]

Nathan didn't mind a little rambling at the best of times, he wasn't going to be bothered by it now, and certainly not after he'd drank as much alcohol as he just had.

"As is mine," he decided. "I don't think I appreciated how bad other places might actually have fallen until showing up here. And I appreciate it now more than ever before."

He wasn't allowed to reach for the bottle back.

"The gremlins helped, too."

[tyler_gone]

"That was you in the skirt!" Tyler accused as he made a connection. "I wasn't going to ask. I thought the whole thing might have been a vivid zombie hallucination."

[shiroi_tiger]

Oh, come on, admit it, Algren made the poodle skirt look good.

"For the sake of what little is left of my dignity, I would prefer you continue thinking that it was a vivid zombie hallucination," Nathan replied. And that wasn't a pout. It only looked like one. "Actually, I was referring to the siege on the priest's lair."

[tyler_gone]

"Wait, you got bit twice?" Tyler winced. "I'll think the first thing was a hallucination if you tell me about the second one."

[shiroi_tiger]

"No," Nathan shook his head. "I was only bitten the once. The gremlins actually joined us to defeat the... guy."

Hey. The whiskey had just kicked in!

"There was a... gremlin... anti-voodoo good-karma witch-doctor chant thing." He swayed for a moment, and then decided that now was as good a time as any to find a place to sit. "And I was a tiger."

[tyler_gone]

That was not at all what Tyler was expecting, but it had the welcome outcome of making him laugh.

"That's pretty fucking hardcore."

[shiroi_tiger]

"Deadpool was a sheep for a while," Nathan added, grinning slightly at the laugh. "It was a very unique world-saving sort of mission. I'll probably talk to people on the other teams to see what they had to go through, later."

He'd need the devil's own luck if he wanted to drag what had happened out of the West Team, probably.

[tyler_gone]

Tyler snickered again at the image of Deadpool as a sheep.

"You should. I appreciate you and Tony and Steve sticking me in the closet before I could bite anybody else," he said. "That saved my world a little, right there."

[shiroi_tiger]

Nathan nodded almost soberly at that.

"I would expect it was something that would have been done for any one of us, were the situation different," Nathan decided. Or, at least, he hoped that they would.

[tyler_gone]

Tyler nodded. "It's a good thing to have friends who run around in costumes fighting crime," he decided. "Even when the crime's you."

[shiroi_tiger]

"But for the record," Nathan noted, "I'm not rushing out to make myself a suit of armor or anything. I'll settle for being bait and letting the people with the strange clothing deal with the rest."

Said the guy who dressed in a wardrobe that originated in the mid-to-late 1800s.