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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[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

Camulus storms into the library, his eyes literally blazing and the golden hand device snaking up his arm fairly crackling. Some gore streaks his torso and legs, but he's ignoring it. He's also carrying a broadsword in the other hand, the blade completed covered in rotting flesh. He stops at the sight of so many people.

"Ah. So many managed to survive."

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

"Great. Fantastic. Is there NO ONE in this wretched school that doesn't carry a bloody sword?"

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

Camulus smirks. "No, I'd say there isn't a clean blade after tonight's little entertainment. And this? I found it in the back of a filing cabinet after I realised that this-" he holds up the hand device "-has little to no effect on these things. Other than playing a bit of undead bowling, of course."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Ah. I'd wondered if you'd show up." Beka's wearing as much blood as she was the night he beat her. This time, it's not hers. "As much as I hate to admit it, I'm almost glad you did."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka stands, waiting for Methos to acknowledge her presence. She's not stupid enough to tap him on the shoulder when he's in this condition.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

The hairs on Kawalsky's neck stand on end.

"Can't you go look for a host or slaves somewhere else?" Has his zat at the ready.

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

Camulus sneers at the 'zat in his face. "Getting a little arrogant, aren't we? As if I've choose you to be my host when there are plenty of more . . . suitable candidates lying around out there." He waves one hand rather dismissively towards the door and the general direction of the zombies. "Better looking, more intelligent. And as for slaves, if you're volunteering . . . But if you aren't, I was looking for safe haven, as were the rest of you."

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky snorts. "Take me as a host? Nah. You couldn't handle me, pal. Last snake couldn't." Lowers the zat. "Go ahead, find refuge. But if you mess with anyone or try jumping hosts and I find out? Well," taps zat. "I hope you like getting fried."

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

Camulus raises the hand with the hand device and clenches his fist. "Same to you, my little friend. I might remind you that *I*, unlike the last one, am a fully mature Goa'uld. However, threatening you may cost me my job and thus, my only security in this world." After one hard look, he spins on his heel and stalks off towards the back of the library.

[[OOC: Holy midnight movie, Batman, it's 3 AM! Jay and Silent Bob marathon + cold medicine + zombie fight =/= happiness. G'night, all]]

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky watches as he goes, growls to himself, looks down and stalks off to find a corner to sleep in.

[janet_fraiser]

*Janet and Liz use Charlie as a pillow and snuggle up close*

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka crouches down to check on Janet and Liz. "You two all right? I was worried when I didn't see you."

[janet_fraiser]

*waves wearily, her eyes still closed, and nods*

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

*leans down and kisses Janet and Liz, and Charlie for good measure, on the foreheads*

"Sleep well. Jack's on guard-duty, and I'm watching Camulus 'til he finds someplace cold and snaky to sleep."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"It's OK, Charlie. I'll keep an eye on him. I promise." She's in no mood for Gou'ald antics tonight, and if Camulus tries a damned thing, she's going to blow his head off.

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: Must . . . not . . . make . . . the obvious . . . joke . . .]]

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]