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: Are we moving here?)

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

((ooc: not really. I'm just bored and awake and it's not that late here. Looking for more play.))

[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."

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Jack is splitting guard duty with the librarian right now so he has some time to himself. His ill-fitting BDU's are covered in blood and gore. His face is relativly clean except for the places where something seeped through the cloth he tied around the lower half of his face.

Jack is sill holding his P90 rather comfortably despite the size, this is what he knows. Priority right now is to keep everyone else safe. As he looks around he notices the most everyone is asleep, except for a person here and their.

Jack spots his Speech teacher leaning against one of the bookshelves and goes over to her.

"First time in a fire-fight?"

[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]

*A flicker of recognition crosses her face. This is one of her students. Her students are warriors. Still trying to process it all...*

Um, I guess so Jack. I've been shot at before, threatened, and stalked...but never been in a fire-fight. No.

*Shell shock would be an excellent description of her demeanor*

[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.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Hey there." Beka smiles. She's still coated in blood. The blaster's stowed, safely, with Dierdre, who has orders only to use it in an emergency. The pistol's handier, and the forcelance ought to be fine against Camulus.

Jack looks better than he did before. Less shaky. More in command. She likes that. And wishes there was somwhere she could wash up.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Jack can tell the teacher isn't dealing well, war's probably been a theoretical thing for her. Something that happens to other people in other places.

"Battle's tend to get kinda run-of-the-mill after a while, the first ones though... I remember mine. Cambodia, bloddy as hell. Scary too. Much worse then this."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

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.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*a liberally gore-coated Callisto is wandering the library in search of somewhere to clean up, when she notices Cregg*

Hey teach, know where a girl can get a shower and some leather cleaner round here?

[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))

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Hey." Jack nods back to Beka as she approaches. He realizes that they must look like a pair of psychopaths, soaking in blood with guns gleaming.

"Thanks for earlier, sometimes a little bit of normal helps the shakes."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Beka told me I'd get used to it too...is it *she bites her lip* is it just part of fighting?

[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)

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

The Doctor says we're not supposed to go far. I don't know that it would be safe to go find the bathroom...but I suppose we're going to need to before the night is over, right?