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Planet Terror: Sufragette City
As their argument went on and on, back and forth, Bette and the others could only watch, nodding or shaking their heads from time to time. Peggy abruptly interrupted her daughter, drawing the discussion to a halt.
“You…who is that?” Peggy pointed at Bette and the baby.
“This is Caiohme, mine and Helena’s daughter…” Bette stepped forward, presenting the baby to Peggy.
Peggy reached out immediately, looking thrilled at the little one being placed in her arms. Caiohme squealed and began to babble at Peggy excitedly.
“Well…” Peggy said to her daughter, turning back to her at last. “I don’t know how you and your girlfriend managed this little miracle, but I couldn’t be more pleased.”
Helena breathed a sigh of frustration and relief, stepping forward finally for a long overdue hug. She and Peggy would have to talk more, but in the meantime, they had more important things to worry about.
“Now, if we’re certain that you all have everything…?” Peggy left the question hanging as she surveyed the group. She nodded when nothing was said. “I think we should leave now. Experience tells me that those things…” She pointed at a growing number of zombies creeping up around the hotel, “are not going to give you all time to pack.”
“But, our toys…” Alice mumbled to Lara who shook her head quickly. Bette and Helena smirked at them, before climbing into the helicopter.
Once inside, the women were astounded by what they saw.
“This is a sweet fucking ride.” Dylan said.
Peggy smiled at her, before looking them all over. “Well, aren’t we all rather filthy.” The chopper took off again, causing a slight lurching motion that nearly toppled the exhausted women. Peggy took charge of their needs immediately. “There are two showers down at the end. I assume that some of you don’t mind sharing with one another. I’d like to talk to my daughter and her friend for awhile, so you four can take the first shift.” She gestured to a beautiful leggy woman and a hunky man, both of whom looked like underwear models, and they handed towels to Dylan, Catherine, Alice and Lara.
Bette raised an eyebrow at the looks being exchanged between Peggy and her ‘servants’. Beside her, Helena rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.
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Peggy Peabody rules! Trust Peggy not to allow the zombie apocalypse to interfere with her luxurious lifestyle. Love the mother-daughter squabbling, although it’s hardly a fair fight: who could ever best PP in an argument? I’m still pondering the snakes on a plane reference; on the plus side, it would certainly have more popular appeal than Mrs. Dalloway.
No, No, and thrice No! No zombie-things feasting on anyone in the helicopter, unless it’s Peggy’s pet poodles Muffy, Buffy and Jaunty. Just no. Please no? And yes, I’m with rufus, Peggy Peabody does indeed rule. The Snakes on a Plane reference escapes me… Peggy didn’t say that she has had it with these mf’ing zombies on her mf’ing copter, did she? No? Okay then, that’s it confirmed; the reference escapes me. More soon, please. thanks!
And I still want to know what those zombie things woke up… and will they wake up more of them when they all get to Hawaii? Will they even make it to Hawaii? Right, I’ll not fret, I’ll just wiat for the next post…
Yes! Gore and mayhem! Bette should know there never is time to consider facts in the face of a nightmare. And dear Peggy, may not have been too domestict, but what good is being domestic in the middle of an apocalypse? June Cleaver was great for cookies and comfort, but could she organize an slaughter/evacuation? Not happy (well, actually, yes I am) that an zombie is clinging to the outside of Peggy’s helicopter like the Alien on the outside of Ripley’s escape pod. Hey! Can Siguerney Weaver make an appearance? She was hot! Anyway, I hope I wasn’t too harsh about Dead Girl. It’s just that I’m reminded of the Talking Heads when they told us that Heaven was a place where nothing ever happens. I suspect if you continue with it, I’ll most likely read, just to see what you’ve done.
Peggy Peabody is the shit! But her friends are named Muffy, Buffy and Jaunty…how, rich, literally…pps