What's going on, and other impossible questions to answer (Semi-Open RP)

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

((Following from here.))

"You don't have to live in Frontierland, you know," Logan said as he led the way through to Main Street. "I mean, it's okay and all, Una lives at the firing range so, you know, ready source of ammo if you needed it. If more zombies arrived or something, you'd be set. But you can live anywhere you want."

Noticing they were passing the Emporium, he added, "They've got pillows and towels and things here, we should stop and get you some. And maybe a plastic bag or something to carry things in. Um. So. New Orleans Square."

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[veronica-pi.livejournal.com]

"Maybe," Veronica said slowly. She thought living in a three-dimensional cartoon world might slowly drive her insane.

... of course, she was staying at some kind of bizarro Disneyland where there were two fictional murderers, a Founding Father and her ex-boyfriend/part-time arch-nemesis. If she were driven any more insane, she might just come around to normal.

"Sure," she said wearily, giving up. "Toontown'll work." Okay, fine, she had to admit that the idea of having Logan nearby was a little reassuring. Which just went to show how utterly insane she was at the moment.

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"Peachy keen," said Logan. Who had no problem admitting to himself that he'd feel better if Veronica lived within shouting distance. Your friends close, your enemies closer, and she happened to be both. "Shall we go scope out your housing choices? Anything else you think you might need?"

[veronica-pi.livejournal.com]

Interdimensional portal? Over-protective pitbull? "What are my options?" Veronica asked.