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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[(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.

[swerval_zero]

(OOC: *kicks LJ* I was logged in!)

[janet_fraiser]

(OOC: That's still so weird. Replied.)

[swerval_zero]

(OOC: It's driving me nuts.)

[janet_fraiser]

You too? Think we can manage to find him if we look? I'll bet he hasn't popped his head out of the theater yet.

I'll give Parker a call before we get started. No way is she getting out of helping out here.

[swerval_zero]

The only thing standing in my way is that I think he's faculty, and Principal Connor might not take well to my beating up a teacher. Though in this case, detention just might be worth it.

Good. Tell her to get her leopard-print arse down here.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I heard that! And it's zebra today."

She looks around suddenly. "Where's Captain Coffee-Freak? This is his domain, doesn't he care that we're going to clean and pillage it?"

[swerval_zero]

And a lovely zebra print it is.

'M not sure, but he gets the north section, so I'm not touchin' it.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Neither is 'he'.

Parker -- have a ball.

{OOC: I did try to bribe Rover into coming in and cleaning, speaking of balls...]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

And in what dimension can a wounded person do *anything* with that mess?

_{Coffee-drinking elitist slave-driving would-be library oligarch.}

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

And your excuse if you *weren't* injured would be...?

My chair now!

[swerval_zero]

You can have it. All the chairs are covered with zombie goo.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Same as yours. 'I don't wanna.'

Bitchy librarians go to hell, you know.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Only when they die, m'dear.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker limps in, working the cast, and smothering a grin that's leavened with disgust.

"Oh. My. God." She pulls herself over to the counter, and surveys the destruction. "I can't believe this school is too cheap to call in Catastrophe Consultants."

She can't even think of where to *begin* when it comes to the books.

[swerval_zero]

*kicks the book cart in her direction* Lean on that.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Gracias, I guess. Yuck yuck yuck yuck, is there not *one* chair that doesn't have goo on it?

And why isn't that nimrod that flooded the library helping us? I mean, okay, saving of lives. But careless property destruction, damnit!

Gimme some cleanser and a wipedown for this counter, all the books are going to have to go here while I try to sort them out. Jesus.

[swerval_zero]

I think the little grinder's holed up in the theater where we can't kill him.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

I can't wait until I can get this cast off so I can put on my Baby Docs and go find.

No, wait, if I didn't have my cast, I'd be doing the goop thing.

Thank god the painkillers make the edges of my vision go fuzzy enough not to see all this clearly.

[swerval_zero]

Lucky. *eyes the carnage warily* Well, best get started.