On the good side... the library is open

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

On the bad side... there's a swath of clean floor. Beyond that, zombie bits have dried to a crusty film. Ew.

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[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

(*snerk* Beka's *so* not coming to help you clean. She's pissed still that you sent her off to get killed. *grin*)

[janet_fraiser]

((OOC: He did what? Share...))

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

((OOC: *snerk* He sent Beka on a raid on Connor's office and Spider and Shep of all people had to rescue her and Callisto and Rogue before they died from the booby traps. *grin* He didn't really mean to get her killed I don't think, but they'd had a run in earlier, so she's thinking he did, and being mad.))

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Heh heh. FTR, Methos didn't intend to get her killed... but I have *zero* problems playing with Beka as though she thought he did. Conflict -- it's what's for dinner!]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Club soda. Works on everything. ;) ]

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Domestic Diva Angelus scares me...]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Oh like he doesn't have experience with needing to get guts out of the carpet? Mind you, the actual scrubbing is what Spike is for.]

[janet_fraiser]

Janet grimaced. "I've brought every lemon cleaner known to man as well as a mop and bucket. How the hell is it that the books ended up unscathed, but we have to clean up every last inch of the rest of the library?"

OOC: The book thing make sense to you? If not, I will delete/repost.

[swerval_zero]

I think the books may be enchanted.

This is so squalling unfair. We didn't make the mess!...except for the parts we did.

[janet_fraiser]

Have I mentioned how deeply unfair magic is?

We only made the mess because we were protecting the school--and each other--from zombies. Besides, it wasn't even the three of us who made most of the mess! It was that AV Club kid with his zombie stew that gooped the heck out of the library.

*sighs, surveys library* Okay, I'll take the west, you take the east, the professor takes the north, and we meet in the middle? And then Parker can get her designer cast-laden ass in here and sort every last one of the books that got knocked over in the melee. Sound good?

[(Anonymous)]

Stupid squallin' AV kid. I swear, I have had serious thoughts about kicking his orange little ass.

Works for me. Parker'll be fine, that book cart's really sturdy for leanin' on.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Works for me. We can retcon that one of the things we did in the long day of prepping for the second wave was to haul books off the bottom shelves and stick them up high.

...or they're magically Scotch-Guarded. Whatever.]

All your maps are belong to us!

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Jake enters the library, dragging a protesting Krycek with him by his sleeve. He stops in the middle of the library, wrinkles his nose at the zombie remains, and then says, very clearly: "I - We - the bloody Professor wants treasure maps and he wants them now. I'm tired and caffeine deprived and you do not want to mess with me."

Re: All your maps are belong to us!

[swerval_zero]

*all three library aides turn toward him and glare as one*

Can we help you?

Re: All your maps are belong to us!

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*inarticulate snarl, aborted throw of a book, another snarl*

Re: All your maps are belong to us!

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Which bloody Professor, and kid, I got bit by a zombie this weekend. You are not scaring me.

Re: All your maps are belong to us!

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Jake glares back, and lets go of Krycek's sleeve long enough to flail with his arms. "Treasure maps! Where are you hiding them?" He looks around suspiciously, like he's expecting any and all of to 'fess up to having stolen all the treasure maps just to annoy him.

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

*Anya walks in library looking for mparker16.*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*Parker is cursing Dewey, his descendants, his decimals, and his antecedents, in florid and purple French*

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

"You know you're right," Anya says as she approaches Parker. "All those Dewey men were nothing but trouble."

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Emerging nearly two hours later, Krycek is covered in dust and walking with a slight limp, Jake seems to be faintly damp, and neither is particularly amused. Krycek has several map tubes under the arm that Jake isn't leaning against and he drops them on the nearest table before he falls over beneath Jake's weight against him. "Would you mind standing on your own now? If you're not dead yet, you're not going to be. I'm pretty sure."

Jake had taken at least a dozen darts to one side to no seeming ill effect, though only one of them had managed to land Krycek in hot water - imaginary hot water, as Krycek had thought he was being boiled alive and Jake found he had to sit on him to keep the other from running into bookshelves in his panic. Jake had lost a hand to a cupboard, which thankfully opened for them to retrieve it, and Krycek had been solidly unentranced with the entire affair not even ten minutes into it.

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"I hate the world and I hope it dies," Jake said, continuing to lean on Krycek and rubbing his wrist. "And the worst thing? I bet the field trip will be way, waaaay -- Can I get some stamps here? Or whatever?" he broke off, looking around. "I want coffee."

[swerval_zero]

*hands him a cup of black coffee* Drink it, shut up, and don't ever tell Professor Methos I gave from his stash.

[swerval_zero]

*is still--or possibly again--mopping toward the back of the library*

Are there people out there? *Comes out from between two shelves, spattered from the knees down with zombie goo. It's a good thing she wore a short skirt and shoes she wasn't attached to today.* Oh, did you find what you were looking for?

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek nods, perching on the edge of a sturdy table in deference to his possibly sprained ankle. "Found three or four maps that might work. If it's okay, we'd like to let Professor Jerusalem make the final decision and we'll bring back the rest."

Jake's taken up mumbling to himself while leaning against Krycek and sprawling somewhat across the table. But at least he's quiet, for the moment. Krycek turns a little and, reaching into Jake's pocket, pulls out Spider's library card.