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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[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.