Oh dear, not another apocalypse

[ladyofastolat]

Tonight, at home time, the industrial estate on which I work was eerily empty. Instead of packed car parks with queues to leave them, there was just silence and emptiness. Since I can't think of any reason why so many workers might have chosen to take the afternoon off, I can only assume that some hideous apocalypse is upon us. Mass alien abduction doesn't work, since why have the cars gone, too? A zombie apocalypse would probably involve more blood and severed limbs adorning the silent roads. An asteroid strike is something I suspect I would have noticed, even in the quiet of the library. It must be plague, then. That's a shame.

Comments

[the-marquis.livejournal.com]

Sadly I think a lot of people bunked off to watch the football match in South Africa, so you could think of ity as some kind of cult worship thing

[wellinghall.livejournal.com]

"Probably ritual"

[ladyofastolat.livejournal.com]

But of course. What isn't?

[bookwormsarah.livejournal.com]

*starts rocking from flashbacks to every archaeology documentary EVER*

[ladyofastolat.livejournal.com]

Ah, so this Dark Lord F'tbaaal brainwashed half the population of England so that they laid down their ploughs and shovels and wandered out into fields and watering places, to join, arms aloft, in swaying adoration? Yup, I said it was an apocalypse.

[thecatsamuel.livejournal.com]

Waaarrghhhh. Aaarrrgghhh. (That was apocalyptic noises, in case you were wondering).

[ladyofastolat.livejournal.com]

Definitely not an asteroid strike, then, since that would be more "Boom!" then silence. Plague or zombies, then.

[bookwormsarah.livejournal.com]

I heard people talking about something I believe they call the association football? Although it sounds like a game so can't be that. Triffids I expect, and you missed the warning issued...

[ladyofastolat.livejournal.com]

Nah, can't be triffids, since triffids can't make it across the Solent. Though I suppose it could be something to do with mutant red squirrels...

[wellinghall.livejournal.com]

since triffids can't make it across the Solent

Shouldn't that be, "Triffids haven't learnt how to make it across the Solent yet?" ;-)

[purplecat]

Two of my co-workers kept groaning in almost unison this afternoon. There was a slight lag, one groaned about 30 seconds after the other.

This must also be indicative of something - possibly plague symptoms... for some kind of telepathic plague.

[ladyofastolat.livejournal.com]

Hmmm... This is a very interesting symptom. Now I come to think of it, I saw something like this on Friday night, when in the presence of a load of Morris dancers who were gathered (doubtless coincidentally) around a television. There was an awful lot of groaning in unison, and at the end, they all shambled out looking quite pained and miserable. Definitely plague, then.

[jane-somebody.livejournal.com]

I think you must have been right about the plague - I noticed that many houses put up banners with the mark of a bloody red cross to show that they were afflicted, and appropriately for a modern-day apocalypse many cars did too. These have mostly been taken down now, though, so I do hope that is a sign of people having recovered, rather than that all inhabitants died of the plague...

(Dammit, I keep wanting to type 'plaque'. I've never been the same since I saw tigerfort's utterly brilliant letter to the Times, regarding the question of which is the *real* Shakespeare's mother's house (or whatever the debate was) in Stratford: his suggestion of course was "a plaque on both their houses.")