The Library, Saturday Morning

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[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]))

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John notices Sonia and comes over, offering a bottle of water and some bread.

"We think she's gonna be all right. Arm's gonna be sore for a while. And you? How're you doin?"

[OOC: Liz's player just went offline to do family things.]

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Sonia gratefully accepts the water and bread. She takes a long drink before responding.

"Ahhh...thank you."

She looks down at the silent, battered form of Liz and gives a small nod.

"That's good to hear- she vas pretty beaten last night." Sonia pauses to scratch at the dressing over her burn- it's really starting to itch, and it *stings.*

"Oh, me? I'm fine now, just a little sore. How are you holding up?" She gives John a weary smile, then takes another long drink of water.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"You're welcome. Need the food to get up our strength."

"Me? I'm fine. I slept horribly since the floor of a library isn't like my nice, warm bed but I slept and I managed to avoid zombie injury."

John notices her scratching at the dressing burn. "That okay? I know Janet's running around here somewhere and could probably tell me how to change it if you need a new bandage."

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Sonia nods in agreement. "I know vhat you mean. Somehow, sleeping against a bookcase just isn't all that comfortable."

"Vell, if you need any more food- and ve probably can get ahold of anything- rory__gilmore's got hold of a machine that can make anything you vant. Ve had planned on using it for the fundraiser, though I think the idea at this point is simply to get food out to the students."

She stops and scratches at the dressing again. "Do you think she might? Oh, that vould help so much. Thank you!"

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"Okay, I'm back." John sets the swatch of bandages and ointment on the ground. "I'm not very good at this so it might hurt."

He slowly starts to peel away the bandage before cleaning the burn with gauze and antibiotic cream. When he's finished, he reapplies a clean bandage.

"Any better?"

[soniabelmont.livejournal.com]

Sonia pushes her shirt off her shoulder, where a large white dressing is taped down. She hisses through her teeth as John cleans the area and applies the cream, then sighs with relief when he tapes the new bandage back in place.

"Ahhh....much better. Thank you so much. Let me know if you need anything."

She pauses.

"Actually...here." Sonia hands John a small, clear vial. "Holy vater. A little goes a long vays. Good for cleaning vounds of any...unholy sort."

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