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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"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."

Xander raised an eyebrow. "Why - don't want to share the blood supply with the zombies?"

Broots had just entered the cafeteria, bewildered and confused, and was heading towards the one person he recognized when he heard that comment. "Wha...?"

"Hey, neighbor," Xander said. "Apparently we've got an undead army on our hands - and the roomie here is professing to care, for some reason."

"Zombies? Zombies?" Broots hopes he heard wrong and then spots Angelus standing nearby. With a yelp he jumps a few feet back. "Zombies?" This time a bit more like a whimper.

"Walking undead," Angelus confirmed. "And not the good kind, like me. Can you fight?"

Broots stares mutely at Angelus and clutches protectively at his laptop. "N-n-no." A moment. "Zombies?"

"You'll have to protect him," Angelus told Xander. "Find a place where we can put anybody who can't fight and keep them safe."

Broots begins to seriously wonder whether going to Juvenile Hall would have been the safer choice. "Zombies?"

"Zombies," Xander confirmed. "They moan, they shamble, they eat brains. Also, they bogart the bean dip when they crash parties, and you don't wanna be around after that, trust me."

To Angelus, he said, "Not that I'm arguing with your strategy there, but still kinda stuck on the why you want all the helpless people gathered together into one pla--" He stopped. "Or possibly not so stuck. 'Kay, you do know brain-eating attacks look nothing like vamp leftovers, right? There's no way you could get away with claiming theywere zombie casualties that you just happened to stumble over and didn't want to waste the blood."

"I don't have time for this," Angelus said. "I need to find out what we've got to fight with. If you see Buffy, tell her to come find me. "

"Right, because she's all about coming to find you in the middle of a shitstorm, unless it's with a stake in her hand 'cause you started it," Xander said. To Angelus' retreating back.

Xander turned to Broots. "You really do look a little... like you could skip meeting up with zombies face to face and not rgeret it the next day. I really ought to try and find Buffy, though -- this is her kind of thing. Maybe we should find out if anybody has a safe place already set up?"

Hearing the Gilmore ~~girl~~ chick's announcement, Xander shakes his head. "Looks like people are moving - I'd better see if there's anything I can do to help. No superpowers, but I do sort of have this memory spell halloween costume soldier... oh God, that's insanely complicated. I can fire a gun. I don't own one, but it doesn't look like that's gonna be a problem around here. "

He claps Broots on the shoulder. Why don't you try heading back to the dorms? It seems like that should be pretty safe, since they never got close enough to our rooms for me to even wake up, last night."

Xander follows

wraithbaitjohn towards the gym.

[Xander is heading for the gym - note for Broots. ;-) ]

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