The Library, Saturday Morning

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor sleeps better than the day before, to tell the truth. While he'd never been one for violence, he was one for action...and it wasn't as if he hadn't observed plenty of war. Sometime in the night, he felt CJ leave, but then she came back, so it was all right, and he continued to doze until the morning.

Now that said morning was here, it took him a moment to open his eyes and face just exactly what the library looked like in daylight, which was Pretty Damn Awful. And so he closed his eyes again, only to open them a second later. There was organisation to be done if they were going to continue to put up an adequate defense.

It struck him that perhaps they should merely attempt to get to a safe place, but the TARDIS was so very, very far away. The dorms had always put him slightly on edge, which meant that they could have some protection on them, but then again--he turned to look at just who was in the library--those who were here would probably think that giving up a battle to save their own backs was cowardice.

Obviously they hadn't lived long enough.

So the best 'acceptable' idea would be to get organised. Now. He slowly kissed CJ's cheek and then stood up to face the day.

And then he cleaned his sword, and started to wake the military types.]


((OOC: This post is meant to organise those in the library into an adequate defensive force, seeing as there's time to do so. He's currently waking up those who he sees as having some kind of military leadership background, and delegating.
Why delegating? I'm gone most of this afternoon (afternoon to those of you in the US/Canada), and can't organise it myself. I trust you know your characters and that they can do a good job. The Doctor himself can be NPCed by anyone who knows the recent fandom decently well; just remember that he will not, under any circumstances, EVER use a gun. The sword is a bit OOC, but frankly, I couldn't think of any way to fight zombies with a sonic screwdriver. Anyone who has a canonical problem with it can talk to me.
Have a good day, and I'll hopefully see you tonight. [turns off email commenting]))

Comments

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John, Cameron, Janet, and Kawalsky stagger in with a few containers of food.

"Anyone hungry?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron and Kawalsky put the containers down and opened them up.

"Was it me or were those last zombies a lot weaker than those we ran in to last night?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Maybe they were tired?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Here I was thinking you don't need a nap when you're dead," Cameron sighed and looked around. Cally and Weir were still sleeping close to each other and he thought he could see Vala with Jack a bit further away. Beka was finally sleeping as well and he relaxed, knowing they were still here.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John shrugs. "Dunno man. I agree that they were weaker. Maybe they were like a prelude to something? The last of the first wave and the next wave is coming?"

John makes one quick sweep around the room, doesn't see Aeryn, and swallows heavily.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*finishes polishing armour*

*grins*

Crichton, I'd kiss you if Aeryn wouldn't kill me for it.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Didn't you guys bring in some clean clothes?

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*points*

On the table.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Thanks. *strips off his goo covered shirt, wipes off his hands and face with it and pulls on a new clean one* Way better.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*grins back*

*blushes beet red*

Well, that's awfully nice of you to say. Just for that, you get the special chicken noodle soup.

*hands over the can of soup to Callisto*

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

*takes soup and starts eating*

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

*blinks* We can heat that up, you know? *gets out the camp stove*

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Yeah, what Cam said.

Want that warm? Might taste a bit better.

[janet_fraiser]

OOC: Must take munchkin to swim lessons, do family things. You, Liz, and Cam NPC me 'til I get back if you need me, OK?

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Gotcha. Have fun!]

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

((Laters! *considers what to do with Janet* ;o) ))

[janet_fraiser]

((I saw that!))

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Good work. [nods at them]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

*smiles*

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie scrambles up from the corner, rubbing his eyes. "Food would . . . not be an unwelcome prospect."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Archie! Morning." John hands over a can of soup, some bread, and a bottle of water. "Doin okay?"

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

"I've done worse." He sits up and stretches, wincing at the several knots in his back from his awkward sleeping position. He wonders if there's any way Cam can come to give him a long luxurious massage. "Er . . . John? What the blazes do I do with this can?"

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

((is ravenous now. Who has the food? *g*))

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

((It's all over the place, methinks. Soups, bread, and chocolate.))

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

((smashing. Callisto said to ask you.))