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]))

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[can_be_more]

Aeryn walks in, pulse rifle in hand.

"Right," she says. "This settles it. We're getting our frelling weapons back, because this is ridiculous."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka sways on her feet when she sees Aeryn, but recovers quickly. "I'm running for Academic Affairs. I'll make it my personal campaign promise to negotiate on our behalf."

[can_be_more]

You have my vote. And if that doesn't work, I'm going to assume people wouldn't like the feel of being pulse pistol-whipped. Everyone okay?

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::wanders over, looking rather tired::

Nobody's dead, I think... Janet and them have been taking care of anyone who got hurt. ::swallows hard::

Is it still quiet out there?

[can_be_more]

Very quiet. Perfect time to restock, make sure everyone is as armed as they possibly can be...

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

I'll leave the pistol-whipping off the poster. *wry smile* Zombies. Gah. General consensus seems to be it was a test or a prelude.

*beat*

Glad you're here. People missed you.

[can_be_more]

I've missed people.

I brought more of my own weapons- I want them all back- and it might not be a bad idea to raid the common areas for sharp and blunt objects, anything that can be used as a weapon. Keep everyone armed.

REALLY, isn't this EXACTLY what I have been saying? *grumbles more*

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Yes. Exactly. EXACTLY what we've both been saying. *shakes head* Zombies. Mother-frelling ZOMBIES.

*sighs heavily*

I do worry about arming some of them. *waves vaguely in the direction of sleeping students who look like they've never seen blood, let alone held a weapon*

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*wanders up, back in her armour*

Could be worse, might be facing a living breathing enemy. Fact that zombies are already dead should make the newbies feel a little easier on the idea of killing 'em.

[can_be_more]

We're not giving them guns. Ordinary things they already know how to use. Sporting equipment, things like that. Something large and heavy, something they can swing. They'll be less likely to hurt someone else that way.

If we get surrounded, we're not going to be able to watch out for ourselves and all of them.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John looks up, obviously relieved but trying to look tough.

"Well," he says, "it's good to finally see you. And you're pissed off. I knew you would be. And it's finally not at me!"

[can_be_more]

Took me a while to make it here, but... You're okay?

You're not cloned, are you? Because I hated that episode.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

I'm fine. Slept like hell, worried over certain things, got to fire a gun for the first time since I was a kid, and I think I stink.

*smells self*

Do I stink? *steps closer, playfully*

Not unless you count Cam. And I left my green shirt at home.

[can_be_more]

You really do. You smell like zombie. *pushes away, playfully*

Whew. That green shirt was... not your best look.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

I smell like a zombie? Just how close were getting to those zombies to know how they smell.

You smell like pretty flowers. I should just call you Daisy.

I know. It made my neck look gilled.

[can_be_more]

They do smell kind of... obvious. You don't have to get very close.

You pick the oddest times to be sweet and romantic.

I must have not been on the commerce planet when you picked that thing up, because I never would have let you set foot on Moya with it, had I known.

[janet_fraiser]

"I'm not giving this thing up," said Janet, gesturing to the zat gun stuck in her belt. "Not after this."

OOC: Hee! Perfect Aeryn moment!

[can_be_more]

Good. DON'T. Last week it was werewolves, this week it's zombies. Anyone who tries to take away my weapon will be shot.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron grinned in relief as he noticed Aeryn. "Good to see you too."

[can_be_more]

*smile* Yo.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Yo. *grins* Crichton's been missing you.

[can_be_more]

I gathered by the phone messages...

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Uh huh. He totally stole Liz' phone for that.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

I was just totally trying to protect her.

I LIE LIKE A DOG.

[can_be_more]

Bad reception and all...