They tore up one of the baseball fields a mile or so down the road from my apartment. I thought (hoped) they were putting in some basketball courts. There's not really a good outdoor court anywhere close to my place. But I think it's for pickleball. Boooooooo. There's a couple of tennis courts like 200 yards away that hardly ever get used. Just tell them to play pickleball on those.
Back in Jersey City, Kamala finds the Red Dagger waiting for her. He's rather confused that she's alive, since he escaped Emma Frost's non-consensual mind wipe and remembers Kamala died. It seems like Kamala maybe doesn't remember his name, something missed in the resurrection protocol, but there's still a spark between the two.
We are spared further awkward conversations and smoldering gazes by the arrival of Zombie Cyclops! Never thought I'd be grateful such a thing exists, but here we are. Zombie Cyclops is easily dispatched, Red Dagger stabbing it with 3 daggers held between his fingers (complete with "SNIKT" sound effect), which allows for more teenagers talking about whether to have a relationship or not. The part where Zombie Cyclops is still blithely firing optic blasts into the sky behind them as his body decays is kind of funny.
More Zombie X-Men arrive! More fighting! A two-page splash of the fight taking place above an alley where Kamala keeps trying to convince Red Dagger her friends are normally very cool and not crazy zombies! The bit where Red Dagger throws one of his weapons on the end of a chain in the upper left corner, and it bounces around until it pierces Zombie Nightcrawler in the lower left (what had to be several seconds and multiple teleports later) doesn't really make sense if I apply any logic to it, but here we are.
Then the Inhumans show up, hopefully to bring some sort of resolution to Kamala's powers glitching out, which is happening with greater frequency. I also assume the ex-ORCHIS doctor lady, who is responsible for the Zombie X-Men, will be sending out Kamala's old body in her original costume to. . .I actually don't know what that accomplishes. It's very obviously going to be an inarticulate rotting corpse, but I guess she figures it'll hold together long enough to make Kamala "kill" herself in front of the city she loves? Don't see what the doctor - whose name I don't bother to remember because Vallani and Pirzada haven't given me a reason to care about her - gets out of that.
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I think pickleball may be some sort of virus. They are installing courts on the beach here, which is a bit baffling because no one in the city had ever heard of pickleball until they announced they were installing pickleball courts.
Maybe it's a tax scam. A virus *and* a tax scam.
I do actually see people playing it at a different set of courts near the small college hear in town, and apparently one of my coworkers played it with her friend once on those courts, but it did seem to burst on the scene from nowhere. Kind of like a virus, yeah.
I mostly see old white folks playing it, so maybe less "tax scam" and more "subtle gentrification"?
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