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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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*looks chagrined*
Ghost is being an ass. Something about the frelling Snake and Unicorn.
Sorry I shoved you away from the fight. Tend to overdo protecting friends and family when I'm not!scared.Don't know if there are extra swords. You know anything about modern weaponry?
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I am a quick study though.
My brother brought something he called 'guns' to a sword fight once, but I never had much to do with them. ((Guns of Avalon, uh, I have forgotten which book that was...four maybe, D may have been imprisoned in the castle by Eric at that time))
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"I still don't know about the family thing, 'cept insofar as all of us are, theoretically Amber-shadows. Right?"
Her extra weaponry and Aeryn's is near the entrance to the library. She considers what's there, shakes her head at what now looks paltry compared to the forces they are up against but would normally be good for a small cargo ship.
Her weapons for Dierdre. Aeryn would kill Dierdre if her weapons got hurt. Not good. "Right then." She lifts a small pulse rifle out of the pile and hands it to Dierdre.
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What is this thing? I have seen things like that on the television device that Ghost installed in the gameroom.
*she takes it gingerly and holds it by thumb and finger on the 'stock', and points it at the floor.*
((you can just 'tells her how to use it blah blah' if you like, assume D is smart enough to not point it AT anyone else once you tell her not to. She repects weapons of all Shadows. )) *totally grinning*
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*looks at D with pulse rifle, notices it's not a good fit* Let me have that. *holds out a closer range weapon*
((Aeryn observed that giving non-trained personal long-range weapons might lead to more friendly fire incidents. *g*))
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C'mon. A chair leg ought to do for now. And if Camulus ever wakes up, I'll ask him if any of the ancient Celtic libraries would have swords.
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*Attacks chair with glee, gets a big splintery ended chair leg to wield.*
*looks around to see if anybody actually noticed her hefting the chair. Father told her to fit in, not look like some stronger than thou barbarian. Though she sometimes thought that half her family were barbarian freaks.*
*turns to Beka*
"This will do for now. Let's kick some zombie ass. That is the correct vernacular, right?"
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"Yes, kick ass. I don't see any zombies at the moment though. Have you eaten? You might want to while you can."
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http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/134688.html
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*heads for the doors*
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