Late Friday night

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

CJ carefully untangles herself from the sleeping Doctor and gets up. She couldn't sleep if she tried, and she has, so she walks out of the stacks to see what she can do in the library now that the zombie battle is over. She needs to do something that will help her get a grip.

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[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

(OOC: who all else is still awake? I am, Jack's mun is. It seems pretty quiet.)

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

((I think that's it. Want to move over here? CJ's walking around picking up and just thinking))

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

((I'll see if Jack's mun is up for it. I am. They had a date, so they'll probably wander off at some point, but for awhile at least, interacting with a few people would be good. Beka's coming down pretty hard. Gets a little crazy when there's threat of people dying -- bad history that way. Then afterward, there's a bit of the "lost in a fog of her own making" effect.))

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

((I'm up for it if you are.))

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka wanders by looking for Camulus. She promised Charlie she'd keep an eye on him. It'd be just like the snaky bastard to take advantage with everyone so...damaged.

She notices the speech professor. "Hey. We, uh... sort of met. I think. Beka. Beka Valentine."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

CJ. CJ Cregg. *Holds out her hand out reflexively.*

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka looks at her hands. They're still too bloody for shaking. Holds them up with a bit of a laugh. "Don't think you want to be touching these. But it's nice to actually be introduced."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*Looks at her own hands, covered in Vala's blood*

I suppose you're right.

Are you all right? You were fighting, right?

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

This makes Beka smile.

"I'm always fighting. Can't help it. But yeah. I'm all right. You?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

I'm absolutely not all right.

How do you DO this? How do you DEAL with this? This is not how it is...*the Doctor's words run through her mind*...where I'm from.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

She eyes the Professor carefully. The woman doesn't look completely unhinged, just frightened. Beka can understand that.

"You are all right. You're alive. And that's a good beginning. As to how you do it?" Beka shakes her head. "I don't know. Where I'm from, if it's not furry--" She stops, deciding more terrors aren't going to help. "You do what you have to, CJ. You stay alive. And you keep your friends alive. That's what matters."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*Looks really grateful, and then a little sad*

I don't think I'm very good at keeping my friends alive. I couldn't do anything but scream when I saw those...*finally accepting the fact*...zombies.

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Beka smiles.

"I screamed like a two-week old baby the first time I saw a Magog. After the first time, it's never as much of a shock. Besides, I saw you helping with the wounded. That's keeping people alive, every bit as much as shooting things. More. Plenty of gunbunnies willing to throw themselves in front of anything that needs killing. Much more call for people to patch them up."

It's the truth. Probably not one she'll ever personally embrace, but...it's the truth.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*Smiles knowing that a tough girl like that would scream too.*

I suppose...thanks Beka. I mean it.

*Looks around*

Who else is still up?

((ooc: there, that'll get us all together))

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Hey. I've got your back. It's what I'm good for. *she smiles*

Oh look, there's Callisto. And Jack. Jack

(OOC: and down I go to pick up the thread)