Dead zombies litter the ground (at the library -- yes, still)

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

The first wave seems to have subsided. Methos lowers his sword so the tip is touching the ground. Bloody streaks down the outside of his sweater.

Small puddles of flame flare here and there mark charred zombie bodies.

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[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

*nods* Agreed.

*winces* Oops. She okay?

And what in the heck are we supposed to do now, anyway? Wait around for more? *thinks* Actually, that could be kinda fun...

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Well, she's not dead, and as far as I can tell got all her limbs still...

I get the feeling that was just the beginning. There's something in the air, makes me all ansty.

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Well, that's good. I think...

Man, you sound like my roommate, ihatedenmark. He was talkin' about gettin' 'feelings' all day and now THIS. Crazy. Fun, but crazy! *laughs*

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Not much getting feelings, as noticing how those who do are acting.

When Drusilla is all happy, that's a sign to batten down the hatches and keep your blades close.

So, no zombies where you're from then?

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Ah, I see. I think this whole thing's my cue to pay more attention!! *laughs*

No, no zombies in my neck of the woods; just giant robots that fight in space. We got cannons made out of energy beams, though, and those things can take out a whole Colony...

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*grins*

Situational awareness is a warrior's best friend.

I see, you're from one of the tech-based places. Back home, we got the whole nine yards. Gods, monsters, sorcerors, this wouldn't even be a blip.

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Yeah, usually I've got hyper jammers to let me now when somethin's comin'. *laughs*

Yeah, tech and stuff. I'm a pilot through and through.

*stares* Gods and monsters? Woah. That's heavy! and really, really cool

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

I still have a feeling of unrest. Something is still out there.

Do you have any more of those cloths? I seem to have zombie innards on my swords.

*smirk* So, are you looking forward to fencing club on Monday?

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

You're right. This was... too easy.

*tosses Hamlet another cloth*

Never leave home without 'em.

Can't wait. Probably get a few new members out of this too.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka hears a familiar voice. She shakes her head. Blinks. "Callisto?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*turns and grins*

Beka. Good to see you on the other side. Have fun?

*goes to run a hand back through her hair, but it gets stuck in all the matted blood in it*

*looks down and notices that her entire body is covered in tacky, half-dried gore*

Frak. It's gonna take hours to get the blood off of this.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Fun. *blinks*

*grins* Yeah. I guess it was. Except the part about worrying about everyone.

*looks at herself* Gods this is foul. Is there anywhere for us to wash up?



(OOC: I think a few of us are moving to CJ's post now that the confusion has died down and there aren't many of us awake.)

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*shrugs* Don't tend to worry that much, the fight starts and my blood gets up, there's no time for worry.

I'd say finding somewhere to do just that is the first order of business.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

You know me. Hot-headed. Stupid. Charge in and try to take over the place. Gotta be a hero. *shrugs*

Let's. This is the part I hate the most. The clean-up.