Still outside the cafeteria

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory Paris holds her megaphone up to her mouth, and starts to yell at the people still congregating outside the cafeteria.

"Hey! People! Attention over here! Yeah, I don't know what you're still doing here, but SNACKTIME IS OVER. Move on, people."

She stands up on a table, realizing she's probably too short for the unobservant, obnoxious kids to see her.

"HEY. YOU. MOVE IT. I don't care where you go, I don't care what you do, but I don't have TIME to babysit you. Apparently, there are zombies out there, and I do not have TIME OR PATIENCE to sit around and watch a bunch of morons stuff their faces. So move it or lose it! Now! And someone tell me where I can get a goddamn gun."

[ooc: If you're confused, look here]

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[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

*Grabs a stash of Powerbars and Gatoraid for the crew and saunters off towards the gym*

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" Rory Paris shouts through the megaphone. "You planning on running a marathon? Where are you taking those? I said to leave, not to take nutritous snacks with you."

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

oc- weapons locker is in Phoebe's lj

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Thanks. Rory/Paris'll head over there once she's done yelling at people.]

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

I'm going to round up a crew to save all our sorry asses! I thought that it might be good to have provisions since we have no clue how long this insurgence will last. Why? You got a thing for Powerbars? I thought only McKay had that affliction.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory Paris stares at him. "Fine, take the Powerbars. But I don't think they'll last you that long. Take the damn machine with you, if you want," she adds, inexplicably angry.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc - hee!]

[not-an-ex-demon.livejournal.com]

*Anya walks down the hall to the cafeteria and sees her roommate yelling*

*Looking confused, she approaches her*

Rory, what's going on?

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Who're you? And what do you mean 'Rory'? Do I look like Rory Gilmore? Do I look like I should be speaking softly somewhere, or sticking my nose in a book, or helping some kind of woodland creature?" she asks, screeching through the megaphone.

[not-an-ex-demon.livejournal.com]

"Well, that's a fine how do you do," Anya says sarcastically.

"You think you find someone normal to room with and they end up having multiple personalities. You know, you really should have listed that on your 'roommate wanted' flyer."