Poughkeepsie Attacks!!!: Team Opera House

[gone_byebye]

The Bardavon Opera House in Poughkeepsie has been in operation since 1869. It's a big, intricate building, located solidly in the middle of town, and on all of Ray's distant PKE scans it shone like a beacon.

Possibly with good reason, since the streets around it are alive with mice.

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Watch it," Indy mutters as he ducks under Mel's acrobatics. "And... yeah. We figured he's the only person capable of withstanding our brand of crap."

Swipe, slash, hack.

"'Lana nearly hit the roof when she found out. Ungh... just die already, you son-of-a—"

Thud.

"Reckons she can handle us just as well."

[slayer_fray]

"Well, she's been busy with the babies," Mel observes.

Then she drops down into the orchestral pit to be closer to the zombies. And also to give herself the opportunity to spin around with her blade held out.

Four! New record.

"So yeah, I guess she might be down to your level now."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy pauses in order to mock-glare at his partner.

"You're hilarious."

He then aims a zealous boot at an extra tenacious zombie, finishing the neck cutting work he'd started with the sword.

Thud.

[gone_byebye]

They've cut through the zombies like a chainsaw through, well, zombies, and there's hardly any left by now. Poughkeepsie just hasn't got that many dead. Thank God this isn't Queens or something.

Especially since Indy's belt radio suddenly whistles. "Hey, guys," says Ecto's voice- Ray made sure everyone knew what she sounded like before sending them off to get their rentals. "We found Peck and what I'm pretty sure is the Ark up at IBM. And there's a lot more guys up here than they really need at this time of night. Can you finish up what you're doing and join us?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy takes a few steps back from the battle-zone and grabs the radio again. He's not going to turn down a chance to catch his breath.

"Okay, Ecto," he wheezes. "We've just got a few more undead guys to dispatch, and then we'll head on over. Indy and Mel out."

He clips the device back onto his belt.

"You hear that, Funny Girl? We're needed elsewhere."

[slayer_fray]

Mel glances over her shoulder. "Really?"

Her shrug marks a change in fighting style. The long curved how many heads can I get with this one? arcs of her scythe turn into short, hard no-nonsense hacks as she takes the last few zombies out in a matter of minutes.

"OK," she says, wiping her blade on her shirt. "Let's go."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy is unable to contribute anything else to the situation. He's just left on stage, staring at Mel's sudden killing efficiency. Once she's done, he gives her a near-incredulous look.

"What the hell?"

"If you'd fought like that from the start, we'd have been done in half the time."

[slayer_fray]

"Yeah," Mel admits, jerking her head to the door. "But you'd have had nothing to do. This way it was a fun bonding experience."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Oh, right."

Indy looks kinda dubious as he vaults down from the stage.

"Um... thanks for sharing then... I guess."

He weaves his way through the unholy mess of heads and bodies and joins her in the main aisle.

"Next time? There's no need to be quite so considerate."

[slayer_fray]

"Better work out than anything Raph could've done for you," Mel mutters as they walk up the aisle.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"You're right there," Indy concedes, removing the minivan keys from his pocket and mentally preparing for the mice again. "I just hope our 'bonding' hasn't caused us to miss any of the real action."

He makes a valid point. They'll find out soon enough.