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( Hay kids. It's that one loser, looking considerably cleaner, better fed and more relaxed than her first post. Part of it's pretence and part of it is being better fed, but whatever.

Today, Tara's posture is a lazy slouch against the side of her sofa, bottle of beer in hand. )

Okay, so-- possibly a personal question. How many of you dudes are from worlds where everything's kinda gone to Hell? Apocalypse-style, y'know? Like, uh, I dunno. Everyone simultaneously woke up with Donald Trump hair, or meteors hit, or there's an undead shit-storm unfolding outside.

( A casual shrug. Seems like it might be less crazy a thing here than she thought. )

And, part two: what's the best thing about the world ending? 'Cause, I mean, I kinda miss living off ramen and canned stuff being a win instead of a basis for judgment.

( Hmm. Tara takes a swig of her beer. Maybe she is a bit less okay then she seems, but that's basically what her life is all about. )

Gotta find the bright side, right?

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You're shitting me.

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I wish I was.

( She tries to smile, like that'll make it better, but it falters. )

But this was the version of Earth that let someone just outta diapers into the Academy, so. ( DEFLECTION. DEFLECTION. )

[schrader]

[ Actual zombies, then. MUCH AWKWARD

??? ]

Hey uh, sounds like you must have been through plenty and more to get your badge.

[ Backpedaling so fast after scanning some other conversations. This stuff isn't NEWS? I mean sun flares. She could still be loonie tunes, it's not like weird shit happening means crazies don't still exist, but? Almost seems safer to bet for than against, just from the shit he's seen already. ]

Sure it ain't like any of the movies.

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( She kinda feels sorry for him. Normal life (as much as anything can be a normal life for a cop) and now he's here, reading this? )

Maybe. I'm pretty sure I'm also a big enough pain in the ass that I probably needed the apocalypse to graduate without getting my ass kicked.

( Because obnoxious is part of the examination criteria for cops, right? Tara offers Hank more of a grin, bundling all of the mess back underneath, where it can be kept under wraps. )

It's not, but you adapt. Hey, uh-- what's your name? Or should I just call you Officer? ( Vaguely teasing. Vaaaaguely. )

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[ Pffft he doesn't even care. Poor child can call him what she wants so long as it's not fatass (but even then he's heard so much worse). Of course his ID shows on the network, but it's not often young people bother with manners. Living with zombies, he's just glad she hasn't gone prehistoric. ]

Hank's fine. Hank Schrader. And you?

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( she is the sweet cinnamon roll of their group, ngl )

Nice to meetcha, Hank. Tara Chambler, at your service. So, are you a cop here or did you get one of the jobs outta a fortune cookie, too?

( FREAKING

ANIMAL CONTROL she despairs always )

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Ha, well I was assigned to police dispatch when I first arrived actually. Tough work but not my sort. 'Least they didn't make me a sales rep somewhere, huh?

[ See how quickly he got his badge though? What a dude! ]

Was a Special Agent for the DEA before waking up in America's armpit, though.