The Library, Saturday Evening

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor calls the group leaders into conference to get a sense of how things are moving. The sense of impending dread is falling on everyone's shoulders, sensitive or no.]

So. What's going on?

((OK. We're going to be organizing this into threads so that those of us who are playing people in charge, and those who actually ARE in charge, can follow the damn thing. There will be a thread for Shit Going On In The Gun Group, one for Shit In The Weapons Group, one for Medics, and one for Those Of Us With Big Sharp Things. If someone gets injured, ze is to be taken under the Medic subthread and treated THERE. (Linking to the comment if someone is moved is appreciated.) If the post gets over 120 comments, I plan on continuing it in another post, which will follow the same protocol. If you notice that the post is over that many when you're about to comment, hold off. And please try not to be in two places at once.
Attacks will commence shortly.
This all is merely so that we can attempt to follow what is going on. Thanks.))

((EDIT: This is the LIBRARY GROUP post only at the moment.))

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Re: Shit Going On In The Medics Group

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*CJ stands ready with Janet behind the counter. Everything is set up, now there is just the morbid duty of waiting for the wounded*

Re: Shit Going On In The Medics Group

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

Anya reaches the library and looks around.
It doesn't look promising. There is no watcher, like at her former school, and no one looking magically inclined.

She recognizes her professor from speech class, Professor Cregg, and approaches her.

"So, where do they keep all the magic books?" She asks as if she were looking for the Shakespere section.

Re: Shit Going On In The Medics Group

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*Looks at Anya, used to her direct approach. Yesterday morning this would have made her gawk in wonder, but today...she simply points*

The Special Collections room is that way, Miss Jenkins.

Re: Shit Going On In The Medics Group

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

Anya walks in the direction the Professor pointed in and finds the books.

She opens one she recognizes as Protection Spells and starts chanting.

Re: Shit Going On In The Medics Group

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*Elizabeth leans against the counter for support, wondering why a shoulder injury is making her feel so dizzy*

Re: Shit Going On In The Medics Group

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth...are you feeling all right?

Re: Shit Going On In The Medics Group

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Ahh... I'm a bit light-headed, Professor. I'm sure I'll feel okay in a couple of minutes

Re: Shit Going On In The Medics Group

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Maybe you should sit down. Have you eaten today?

Re: Shit Going On In The Medics Group

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

I had a protein bar when I woke up... and then some chocolate at some point...

Re: Shit Going On In The Medics Group

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Ok, well, just sit down. If you're sick or something...*idea dawns on her, something Beka had said.*

Elizabeth, did you get bitten last night?

Re: Shit Going On In The Medics Group

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

No, ma'am. None of the zombies got anywhere near me *indicates her shoulder* I partially dislocated this falling down the stairs of all things...


[ooc: Elizabeth is sickening for something... but just the flu, or Lyme disease or something as mun is going to be unavailable for a while and figured that she'd throw the character in bed. Of course, all this was planned pre-zombies *g*]

Re: Shit Going On In The Medics Group

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

All right, well, just take it easy.

And stay out of the way. We're going to need as much room as possible I think.

Re: Shit Going On In The Medics Group

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*nods, and regrets it*

I'll be fine, Professor. Thank you

*manages to smile*

Re: Shit Going On In The Medics Group

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*A small rat, wearing a robe and scythe for those that can see, runs up onto the counter and deposits a small bell (http://www.livejournal.com/users/death_n_binky/1810.html?mode=reply) with a note on the counter.*



*The rat runs off. The note reads:*

I am working at the clinic, in case anyone shows up there. However, this bell will call me in the event that anyone needs transport to the clinic for more complete treatment. However, so we do not get overrun, please only call in the event of critical cases that cannot be handled in the field. I have distrubuted several such bells to others, in case of emergencies on the front lines.

- DEATH

P.S. Has anyone tried talking to the zombies? They're really not so bad.