Friday Night

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

aka_vala, prof_cregg, prof_methos,and ten_and_chips Gather in the hall, where the Doctor just survived principalconnor's first booby trap.

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[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Can I ask, just for the record, *why* we blew something up?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Ask Principal Connor.

[grits his teeth, begins to scan the room with the screwdriver's attached laser level]

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

*comes back with bunched-up sheet and starts ripping at it*

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*Looks up at the static-y loudspeaker*

Well, that's just great.

[swerval_zero]

*Bursts into library wielding a sledgehammer, with futurebucs_star and alchemic_bean right behind her. Anders is carrying a flamethrower and a lance; Ed's arm has been transmuted into a blade.*

Sir. Good evening.

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

*Edward jumps and kicks an overzealous zombie in the head as they enter the library, knocking it back down the stairs.*

SOMEONE CARE TO EXPLAIN WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON?!

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

*Methos automatically points his sword at alchemic_bean, what with the whole blade thing and all*

I'd hardly said, "good". Get behind me. Who are you two?

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

[janet_fraiser]

Janet comes running into the library, dragging a hell of a lot of weaponry along. She dumps it on a table and turns to Professor Methos. "Fuck the rule about no weapons in the library," she says. "And I'm making noise tonight too."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*Picks up a handgun, checks that it's loaded. Picks up another and does the same. Walks calmly behind the library counter, sits, and begins to cry*

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

I think, just this once, I can bend the rules.

[OOC: Welcome!]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*runs in, out of breath*

Okay, my father did not pay for zombies on this campus!

Damn, Aeryn's guns are heavy as hell.

[janet_fraiser]

John! Thank God you're here. Where's Aeryn?

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

*runs in, cutlass in hand and guns in his belt, and finds John there*

John! You made it!

[swerval_zero]

Yeah, John, if you've got Aeryn's guns, what's Aeryn got?

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky pushes his way in loaded up with gear and with several people trailing behind him .

"I've got kevlar, NVGs, your medical kit," hands it over to Janet, "and supplies for demolitions." He figures someone can bust him to Connor later.

[janet_fraiser]

Charlie, I love you. If we weren't facing an imminent zombie attack, I'd ask you to father my children.

*takes her medkit and stows it behind the desk*

Behind the desk should be the noncombatant area. It'll work as a makeshift infirmary.

[julian-lawless.livejournal.com]

*comes running in, glancing over his shoulder repeatedly* Julian Sark. I come bearing guns and this. *drops a sturdy metal box on a table* Portable flamethrower. Even the non-combatants--*glances at prof_cregg*--can likely put it together and point it at zombies.

I can't believe that sentence just came out of my mouth.

[swerval_zero]

Yeah, well. Welcome to Fandom High. Can I borrow someone's gun?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor enters with two assault rifles and a box of ammunition, which he sets on top of the circulation desk.] Someone use this, please.

[He is carrying a large sword.] (http://www.scottishsword.com/Claymore3.htm)

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

Wow! That's quite the sword. You could seriously bash some heads in with that...

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*Stands up from behind the counter, taking comfort in the fact there are so many people who seem more together than her*

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

*has just run in after julian_lawless*

Hey, Prof... you okay?

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue rushes in, carrying a handgun and a black shoulder bag. Inside are several more rounds. "Is this command central?" she asks, her voice much lower and less accented than normal.

[alchemy-4-arson.livejournal.com]

Roy sort of stumble-slides into the room, trying to get his hands into what look like a pair of white gloves. Sticking out from between his teeth is a permanent marker.

"Hey!" he mumbles around the plastic, glancing at Rogue, who he ended up standing next to. He finishes putting the glove on and begins to draw a circle on it with the marker. "I remember you! Nice arsenal."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

((We need to focus and regroup...mind if I make a new post?))

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

((YEs, dear GOd, yes!))

Suggestion

[janet_fraiser]

I'd like to suggest that all the noncombatants get behind the desk, as it's a more defensive position and we can turn it into an infirmary.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

((THREAD (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/131283.html)))