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

[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?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

All you got to do is ask, my darling.

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

I'm asking now, my love!

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Then you shall receive!

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

You should try asking out of subtext.

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

Is still busy snoozing with Harkness at the moment, so there! :p

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

*sighs* Oh well, I stink anyway.

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

*g* who doesn't? Anyway, ready to wake up now, but know Roomie/Methos is starting another top-level post, so am gonna wait to jump back in there...

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

*nods* I'll be going with Aeryn and the others. Get more things.

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

*taps her on the shoulder*

Methos suggested a raid on Connor's office for ammo. Sneakery might be a useful skill. You in?

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

Ugh... *moves shoulder winces*

I'm too stiff still to be very sneaky, maybe later...

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*whispers*

Yo, YoYo was totally worried about you last night. And considering he had tonight planned all out for you two, he's been sulky.

You're all right, right?

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

*smiles* Yeah, I was pretty glad to see him show up in one piece.

*nods to strapping tape-wrapped bandage on left shoulder* Friendly fire, not zombie-inflicted, and not that bad. I'll be fine.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

*disappears for a second and then comes back with an energy bar, water and chocolate for Vala*

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

Oh, bless you, I'm ravenous.

*slides still-sleeping Jack's head off her lap and stretches slowly and with much wincing*

Ugh... can you give me a hand up?

...or not ;-)))

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Sure.

*puts everything under his arm and holds ou a hand to help Vala up*

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

*rises to feet painfully stiff, unconsciously does lots of stretching that just might happen to catch a boy's eye*

Not the most comfortable way to sleep, *looks down at Harkness* But after I fixed his broken head and all, *shrugs* I figured I should keep an eye on him.

Now, you had chocolate? *grins*

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I was glad to see a lot of people show in banged up but okay condition. Scary out there, man.

Good to see your okay.

It still feels weird. Like there's more coming.

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

*nods* I know what you mean.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John laughs at his omission and digs a can opener out of one of the containers. "Sorry, Archie. I forgot about the time period difference." John opens the can and hands the now opened can of soup back to Archie.

"Cam's got a stove around here somewhere if you want that warm." As for the massage, I'm sure Cam won't object to giving you one either.

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie gives him an abashed grin and takes the opened can of soup. "Thanks, John. I wish we'd had these in my time. And Cam can light my fire any time." Without bothering about heating it up, he digs in, thinking this beats weevil-infested hard biscuit and rancid boiled mutton any day.