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fandomhigh2005-09-24 10:16 am
ten-and-chips.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomhigh2005-09-24 10:16 am
The Library, Saturday Morning
[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]))
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]))
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Hey Cameron, Crichton. What's... what's going on now?
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I owed you that. Thanks for being my quiet protector last night.
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Oh, and I may have called Crichton the cuter one last night...::very weakly punches him in the arm::
Yeah, I suppose shooting in their general direction might spook 'em a little.
I guess, though, not bad for my first time with a gun...
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*feels betrayed*You did good. We'll spend more time on the shooting range when this is all over. *smirks* A shotgun is just really nice for big general damage without having to be a great shot.
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And I made him pinky-swear to not tell you...::laughs:: I think I might fall over if I fired one of those... ::pats the 9mm that Liz handed her::
This one's more suited to my size.
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You're pinky swear buddies with him now?Yeah, they're a bitch with the backfire. *grins* But man, do they make nice holes.
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Hey, I was scared and he was being all nice. And he looks exactly like you. What's a poor crushing girl supposed to do?Holes, huh? Holes are nice. ::looks over at the strange Crichton/Kara argument::
You guys grab any peanuts? I feel like being a peanut gallery... ::chuckle::
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*sighs* I'm glad he was there for you while I was NPCed.*snickers* Maybe, just check the containers. We pretty much grabbed anything we could get hold of.