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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[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*CJ wakes up. Finally the talking and clattering is too much for her to ignore. Years spent in the west wing had trained her to sleep through chatter, but metalic noises kept making it through. Her eyes fluttered open and she stood and stretched. She was getting too old for sleeping on the floor.

Walking out of the stacks, smoothing her hair, she looked around for the Doctor. He seemed really busy, so her eyes scanned the crowd looking for Beka, Jack, or Callisto. They ought to be easy to spot, she thought. They're dressed just like me*

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka waves, dressed in black leather again already. She's been up at least an hour. "Hey CJ. How're you doing this morning?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*Waves back and walks over, smiling*

Hi Beka...much better today. I think I'll be ok.

*Keeps her hald clasped on her pistol*

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

*smiles*

I know you'll be OK.

*considers*

I wish I could take you down to the range to practice but I don't think we can spare the ammo.

When this is over, let's make a date to go out shooting things that don't shoot back. Maybe I'll even take you out on my ship.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Deal. Is it something you lose though? I was pretty good when Simon worked with me. Got them all in the heart circle...

*Sadness crosses her face when she says his name*

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

*nods encouragingly, uncertain at the source of sorrow in CJ's face*

Marksmanship is hand-eye coordination. You won't lose it. But practice can improve it.

*considers*

Speed, precision, training with fake weapons against live opponents. All good to help out in a real fight. Firing ranges make snipers, not fighters. Got any dance, sports or martial arts training?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*Closes her eyes to help her remember what she can do*

Ballroom, tap, tennis, raquetball, field hockey, swimming, and I taught a self defense course for women a decade ago.

*opens her eyes and looks at Beka*

I'm sure none of that is going to do it, huh?

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

*crosses arms under breasts*

Actually, the dance is good for maneuverability. If you can chase a ball on a court, you can keep you eye on the enemy. Field hockey I don't know, but if it's anything like the other hockey people keep talking about, you probably have some skill with flanking an enemy.

Self-defense is always helpful.

Women of your century found "acceptable" outlets for leadership and martial ability. You're a lot tougher than you think you are.

*smiles*

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*Smiles and feels VERY reassured that Beka thinks she can do it*

I hope you're right. Ok, what's next?

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

*feels pretty good about her newly developing ability to provide reassurance and guidance*

Next. Roster of people here in the library and any physical anomalies a med-team should know about. It'll be easier for Janet's med team to take care of them.

Can you do that?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

((ooc: Just go through and list of the PC's in the library? Can do. It's only 5 posts or so to sift through. Most of the comments are conversations so I just need the names. Good call.

And Sorkin is a god...if only I could write that well))

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

((OOC: yeah, that'll work. If you don't know anyone, I can translate UNs to people. And there are some NPCs we might want to pick up.

OMFG yeah. Him, Joss, Joe Straczynski and Ron Moore. My writer gods. I aspire to be about an eighth that good.)

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

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((good night irene, that was tedious!))