fandomhigh | Yearbook thing outside the cafeteria.

Rory makes a very brief stop by her room to pick up something she figured would be neccessary.

She walks to the cafeteria, and starts setting up Professor Jerusalem's equipment. When it's all set up, she turns on the megaphone she had once taken from Paris, and says through it, "Hey, people - real, non-zombie food. We have real, non-zombie-fied food over here. And it's free. Screw the fundraiser, people need help. So come and have something to eat. We can make you anything."

[ooc: Yearbook people who're helping - I'll be in and out all day. Basically, if someone orders something, you can respond and say you made it, whatever. I'm going to have Rory sort of there in the background, but quietly overseeing things for most of the day. Oh, and hope the fact that we're giving food away didn't startle anyone. :) Oh! And play with the megaphone!]

[RETURN OF THE OOC: This foodie-thing is pretty much going to wrap up around 5 EST. Get in while you can.]

[SON OF OOC: Everyone look over here, and enjoy. :)]

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Angelus rubbed a hand over his face. "Human, natch. Barring that... god help me. Pig's blood. With an otter chaser. And then never speak of this again."

She smiles, and punches a few buttons on Prof. Jerusalem's machine.*

"My lips are sealed. Now- varm, or chilled?"

[OOC: *I have no idea how the machine works, so this is a wild guess.]

"Warm," Angelus said. "That way I can at least try to pretend I'm not drinking it from a cup."

Sonia took the cup dispensed by the machine, handing it to Angelus.

"100 degrees. Good enough?"

"Don't hesitate to come back, if you need...um, anything else. Ve'll be here all day."

She picks up the megaphone again, and turns towards the library.

"Close enough," Angelus took the cup, sipped it, then decided being a few degrees off would have to do. At least it was human.

[OOC: Sorry for long delays- posting from work. (At a library, no less. :D)

Also, coughcoughcough*points down*]

In front of the cafeteria, Xander caught sight of the Bake Sale sign. More importantly, the three ~~drachmae~~ bucks in his pocket somehow telepathically sensed the word FREE hand-scrawled over the printed sign, and drew him over to the gathering of students there. Hell, not like student-made food could be any scarier than the official stuff.

"What's with the sudden case of charity from the yearbook staff?" he asks anybody listening. "Not that I'm ever complaining about free food."

Then he notes that 'anybody listening' happens to include his roommate. Great.

Sonia turns from Angelus towards Xander, and shrugs at his comment.

"Ve're charitable. And you can thank Professor Jerusalem for the machine. Now..." She holds up a small pad of paper and a pencil. "Vhat can I get for you?"

Xander blinked, and eyed the machine skeptically. "This would be the same Professor Jerusalem with the espresso machine that turned my tongue purple?"

"Erm...yes. But I think ve'll be safe- there haven't been any problems. ~~Yet.~~"

[[Xander gets distracted]

[AND HATES ON LJ!11!!]

[OOC: *dies* I can totally see him ranting on this.]

"I hear the strychnine's fabulous," Angelus said.

Xander glanced away from charitable-order-taking girl. "Yeah? I was thinking about some holy water. Kinda thirsty."

"You know what's funny?" Angelus asked. "If you got bit by a zombie last night I'd have no way of telling the difference."

Xander frowns. "You raised zombies in our bedroom? This is not behavior that would surprise me coming from you, don't get me wrong, but I don't think I could possibly have been tired enough to sleep through that."

"Not in the bedroom, jackass, in the town," Angelus finished off the last off the blood and then tossed the cup aside, not much caring if it landed where it was supposed to. "Though since you're oblivious to light and sound, no surprise you missed it."

"Huh. Guess that explains the empty-eyed shambling people I passed when I cut through the courtyard on the way here. I was just thinking I missed a really good party."

Xander tilted his head. "So... you raised zombies in the town? What exactly do you have to do before they suspend you around here?"

"I didn't raise zombies!" Angelus snapped at him. "I have far better things to do with my time than bring up something that could get the innocent student and teacher population around here really hurt, Xander. What's wrong with you?"

Xander stared at him, disbelief written on his face. Then disbelief gave way to non belief. "Yuh-huh. Try that with someone who doesn't know what you used to do to puppies and tropical fish in your spare time. What, is Principal Connor standing behind me?"

"Quit screwing around," Angelus said. "This is serious. We've got people hurt and more zombies on the way. Where's Buffy?"

"I haven't seen her," Xander answered, frowning. "Wait, so this is a real zombie...invasiony thing, not just somebody fucking around with a random African mask for shits and giggles? And by the way, you care about hurt people because?"

"Real zombies," Angelus confirmed. "I fought them last night. And from the sounds of it, there's going to be still more coming. We have to do something. People could be killed. I am not going to let that happen."

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((OOC: It'll give you whatever you ask for till the block runs out. I doubt snacks to the high school population will run it out. And it WILL produce human blood. Jerusalem is an occasional cannibal.))

[OOC: Ahh, thanks! And...really? Hmm. I'll let Angelus know.]