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.))

Comments

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure Aeryn's guns are pulse fire.

Pretty strong, right?

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

I know Scots, and you, sir, are not Scottish

The hell I'm in the third line. *Methos pushes to the front*

[miss-monochrome.livejournal.com]

Yup, you're up front with me.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

*stands in the second line, sonic blaster trembling only slightly in his hand*

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

*Vala takes a look at her Zat -- pretty high-powered -- and then at the door... and settles for line about-one-and-a-half...*

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Maybe I should rephrase that. MORTALS to the back.

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue takes up a position behind an overturned desk with her borrowed Berreta. "So...we're just hanging out 'till they find us? Seems like we ought to go after 'em."

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

*looks around* Where's Liz? *turns to Janet* Janet, where's Liz?

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

*spots time_agent back in row two and sidles back a bit herself*

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*Looks around at who might join her behind the counter. She is glad to have the guns, but happier to not be in the front*

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

*Edward grins wickedly and takes an attack position.*

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

*eyebrows shoot up, but he doesn't comment on the Doctor apparently recognizing him as an Immortal. No time to check for a tattoo, but if they both survive this, time for a talk*

Right,

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[looks at her] Lesson for the day: The best offense is a good defense.

[miss-monochrome.livejournal.com]

::Heads up to the front with her pulse rifle::

[swerval_zero]

*goes to about two-and-a-half, borrowed gun in hand and sledgehammer at her feet*

[janet_fraiser]

She said she was on her way here with Crichton!

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Well, frak. I'm damn near useless here." Figuring he'd best serve as a lookout, Anders scrambles up one of the book ladders with his lance.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Hey, they can't get us if we've got each other's backs, right?

[janet_fraiser]

Where's Liz? She said on the phone she was with you.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*with an expression half od unholy glee at the propect of killing stuff, and petulance at being stuck in the back Callisto takes her place in the third line*

[julian-lawless.livejournal.com]

*studies his guns, nods once, and stands at the outside of the second row. Clear shots.*

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

((FYI, this isn't against canon. Sometimes the Doctor just KNOWS things about people. Especially when emotionally fubared. Hee.))

[swerval_zero]

Maybe you should get behind the desk, then.

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

Yeah, right... that's the plan... *looks doubtful*

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

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