Library: the Gathering. ((Sorry.))

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor walks to the middle of the room and sticks the sword up in the air. High.]
EVERYONE BE QUIET.

It's time to focus and regroup. Anyone who can't shoot or swing, get back. High powered guns in the front, then smaller ones, edged weapons third. And no, I'm not saying this to get out of the way.

Find cover for yourself. Shoot for the head.

[looks around at the books, winces slightly]
Oh, and no firethrowers unless it's absolutely necessary.

and I'm still not Scottish, dammit, but I really want a kilt

((OOC: [turns off email commenting] Game on.))

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[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"You'll pardon me, but... Like. Hell. Sir."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[glares at her] You're a little young for a death wish.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

*glares back* I've been killing things worse than zombies since I was ten.

Also, I have a remote device for a sentient AI, that only Dierdre and I can use, and it can be used to transport things. and. people. To Anywhere. In a hurry.

Now. I take orders. But only if they make sense. Put me somewhere I can be of use.

*She motions to Dierdre (who is NPC).* D, listen to the Prof. Stay where he tells you. And get Ghost's attention.

*Dierdre nods* All right, sis.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[glares at her, then nods at Deirdre] Get that back behind the desk. That's where we're going to be putting casualties. If need be, your...Ghost...can take them out of here.

As for you...[looks at Beka] You'd better be damn fine with that weapon.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

*studies him* Ask Sun. And O'Neill. Or hell, ask Janet. She called me.

Like I said. I take smart orders. Where do you want me.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[glares at her] Somewhere where you can shoot a gun instead of your mouth. If you're a sharpshooter, get to a sniper position. If not, get between the first and second lines.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

She doesn't answer. It's not the time for it. If there's anything to settle, she'll explain later. Magog make zombies look like children's toys. She looks for Janet, Kawalsky, but mostly Jack. When she spots him, she heads his direction.

As an afterthought, she calls out to Dierdre, who's taken the Professors instructions. Wisely. "D, be safe. Ghost me if you need anything. And don't let Ghost pick up anything from outside."

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Fine. Your funeral. And I mean it. But if you get anyone else killed, so help me, I'll make you pay.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

No. One. Will. Get. Killed.

*she studies him, then sticks out a hand* There's no room for ego in battle. Allies?

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

You're not a flesh eating zombie, I'm happy.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Fine. Allies.

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

(((OOC: MOVING THREAD: http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/131418.html)))

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

((will be there))

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

"Back!" Methos barks. "This is no time for stupid heroics. If you die, you're dead, get it? Save me from boy and girl scouts!"

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

(OOC: ^^ see above. *g*)

[janet_fraiser]

Janet snorts and looks disbelieving.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

(OOC: which one of us are you snorting at? *grins*)