Late Friday night

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

CJ carefully untangles herself from the sleeping Doctor and gets up. She couldn't sleep if she tried, and she has, so she walks out of the stacks to see what she can do in the library now that the zombie battle is over. She needs to do something that will help her get a grip.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/swedish_chef_/]

The Swedish Chef was awaked by Das Schnitzel in the middle of the night. Apparently the town was filled with attacking zombies.

"Vhet ixcellent noos! Zumbeee-a flesh veell be-a perffect fur a suoofffflee-a!"

Das Schnitzel then informs the Chef that the danger seems to have subsided but the chicken doubted that it was all over.

Trooe-a trooe-a my leettle-a cheeckee! I hefe-a delt veet zumbeees beffure-a oor du yuoo furget zee zumbeee-a messecre-a in Uteh in zee 80's. Und yuoo thuooght zeey vere-a joost Murmuns! Vell, ve'll be-a reedy fur zeem.

He gets out of bed and digs around in his closet for a bit before taking out a giant axe.


Breeng it oon! Bork Bork Bork!

After the madness... Bathroom Hunting.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Jack puts Beka in front because she has a long-range weapon

Beka nods. "All right. I've got point. Let's be about it."

Fundraiser!

[soniabelmont.livejournal.com]

( Seen posted in the library, the dorms (don't ask how), and the cafeteria... )

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[http://users.livejournal.com/swedish_chef_/]

The Swedish Chef comes into the cafeteria wearing a hat in the shape of a chicken and white and red checkered shorts. And only that. Upon closer inspection you see that the hat is really a chicken. His favorite chicken, Das Schnitzel. The Chef picked her up in Berlin back in the 60s.

It's Freedey leettle-a derleengs! I knoo yuoo ere-a ebuoot tu ureenete-a yuoor punts veet zee thuooght ooff zee veekend cumeeng tu yuoo. Und veet thet tudey's menoo fur September 23 is oone-a ooff my fefureete-a meels:

-Cheeckee in da baskee: cuuked oor livfe-a. Sume-a peuple-a seem tu vunt cuuked cheeckee in a plesteec besket veet sume-a putetu freees. Vhet is thet ell ebuoot?

-Shellffeesh. Vhet keend ooff shellffeesh? I dun't ifee knoo! Das Schnitzel deed zee shuppeeng fur me-a.

-Chuculete-a moose-a (Iff unyune-a vuoold leeke-a zee hurns pleese-a esk me-a. Thuoogh iff I get a lut ooff tekers ve-a meeght hefe-a tu pley ruck peper cheeckee tu deceede-a vhu gets zeem.)

The Chef pulls a live chicken from out of the breadbox and faces the direction of a basketball hoop he had placed othere this morning. He shoots...HE SCORES!

Cheeckee in da baskee! Bork Bork Bork!

In The Swimming Pool

[crazyvampchick]

Deep in the swimming pool, Sunshine's tentacles roiled fitfully.

It had eaten well last night, if of unappetizing meat.

Now it had indigestion. And it missed its mommy.

One tentacle lunged out of the pool, grabbed a zombie, and dragged into its gaping maw.

It had indigestion. But it was angry.

OOC: Dru's pet is sort of there when its needed for atmosphere, FYI, so if anyone needs to use the pool during a not-zombie-infested time, then it's in that mysterious limbo where it stays when Dru doesn't need it, and the pool has been drained, refilled, and super-chlorinated for the next user.

The Library, Saturday Morning

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor sleeps better than the day before, to tell the truth. While he'd never been one for violence, he was one for action...and it wasn't as if he hadn't observed plenty of war. Sometime in the night, he felt CJ leave, but then she came back, so it was all right, and he continued to doze until the morning.

Now that said morning was here, it took him a moment to open his eyes and face just exactly what the library looked like in daylight, which was Pretty Damn Awful. And so he closed his eyes again, only to open them a second later. There was organisation to be done if they were going to continue to put up an adequate defense.

It struck him that perhaps they should merely attempt to get to a safe place, but the TARDIS was so very, very far away. The dorms had always put him slightly on edge, which meant that they could have some protection on them, but then again--he turned to look at just who was in the library--those who were here would probably think that giving up a battle to save their own backs was cowardice.

Obviously they hadn't lived long enough.

So the best 'acceptable' idea would be to get organised. Now. He slowly kissed CJ's cheek and then stood up to face the day.

And then he cleaned his sword, and started to wake the military types.]


((OOC: This post is meant to organise those in the library into an adequate defensive force, seeing as there's time to do so. He's currently waking up those who he sees as having some kind of military leadership background, and delegating.
Why delegating? I'm gone most of this afternoon (afternoon to those of you in the US/Canada), and can't organise it myself. I trust you know your characters and that they can do a good job. The Doctor himself can be NPCed by anyone who knows the recent fandom decently well; just remember that he will not, under any circumstances, EVER use a gun. The sword is a bit OOC, but frankly, I couldn't think of any way to fight zombies with a sonic screwdriver. Anyone who has a canonical problem with it can talk to me.
Have a good day, and I'll hopefully see you tonight. [turns off email commenting]))

The Theatre - The Next Morning

[sonofaparrotman.livejournal.com]

Scooter has dozed in the night and when he awakes he is almost startled to find that he's still sitting on the edge of the stage, all by himself. He quickly regroups, however, making some coffee and digging out some leftover brownies to go with it. Then he rechecks his defenses to make sure they're all still useable, modifies the barricades so that they're now studded with sharp, pointy things on the outside and settles back in to wait, once again. He figures he's an expert at that, anyway, by now.


[OOC: Mun will be AFK for a good portion of the day. Scooter will continue to hold the theatre. Feel free to play with him as you wish.]

Yearbook thing outside the cafeteria.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

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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[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Beka suggested CJ busy herself by making a roster of all the students in the library. ( LIBRARY ROSTER: Please let me know if I imagined your presence or absence...so we can know what's going on tonight. )

Prepping for the apocalypse -- In the Library

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

From reports outside the school, there are minor zombie attacks still going on.

Methos eyes the Doctor as he goes through the crowd of students, reassuring and supporting them with his very presense. Methos waves vaguely in the direction of his forehead in an off-hand salute to the other professor.

Right now, Methos has a different responsibility. What was he thinking, getting all the blade-users under his command? "Right, let's get the only people with an off-hand chance of killing you, accidentally or on purpose, and put them REALLY REALLY close to you." He shook his head. "All right!" he says loudly. "Anyone who uses, by preferance and by skill, a bladed weapon, get over here."

They still needed leaders for groups marshelling heavy-power weaponry (a couple of people were saying the names, "Jack" and "Charlie") and another for more standard projectile weapons, but Methos assumed that the medical team would center around Janet.

{OOC: That's an open invitation for anyone who wants to head up the other group to step up and be a leader...]

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[http://users.livejournal.com/swedish_chef_/]

Vell, I ves uneble-a tu cetch uny ooff zee zumbeees lest neeght fur tudey's loonch boot du nut vurry leettle-a bebeees, I veell get thuse-a undeed munsters tuneeght!

Su tudey fur loonch ve-a hefe-a:

-Cheeseboorgers veethuoot zee cheese-a

-Putetu freees

-Chooeeng goom put peee-a (mey be-a a beet meenty)

-Epple-a Ceeder...vell, ectooelly it's coke-a boot epple-a ceeder suoonds su mooch funceeer! Bork Bork Bork!

He picks up his axe. Das Schnitzel is by his side wearing badass sunglasses.

Oh yes yuoo zumbeees! Tuneeght yuoo veell teste-a zee Irun Cheff! Bork Bork Bork!

Heard outside the library, in the main hall of Fandom High

[soniabelmont.livejournal.com]

Megaphone in hand, Sonia walks away from the students already queuing up outside the cafeteria and heads towards the library.

"ATTENTION ALL STUDENTS. The able-bodied among you may vish to visit us outside of the cafeteria. Ve have any sort of food and drink available, but I recommend you get it *now,* vhile ve are not being swarmed by students *or* zombies. Smaller snacks vill also be on hand for those of you who vish to stock up for later."

She lowers the megaphone, listening to the eerie echo it creates in the hall, then returns to the cafeteria.

Saturday, early afternoon: A small strike team heads for Connor's office

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka, Callisto, and Rogue make for Connor's office. They're alone, light on their feet, and heavily armed.







[OOC: this is an open thread, and anyone is welcome.]

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]

An Announcement... and then off to the Tower

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::The P.A. System echoes as it sounds as if someone is tapping on a microphone::

Hey... this thing on? It's really hard to work this piece of crap machinery with one hand... ::clears throat::

Alright my loyal battle-monkeys, listen up! I was on my way across town, and 'lo and behold, there's this giant swirly Ghostbusters-level vortex above Principle Connor's Dorm Tower. Did none of you knuckleheads even bother to look up today? Now, I don't know about you, but this whole thing screams "Maybe we should check it out"! So, I'm giving any brave soul five minutes to meet me outside the front doors of the school. Not that I need any of your little cowardly jockstraps to help me out, but it's more fun killin' for a crowd. I now return you to your regularly scheduled zombie madness.

::pause::

Oh, and Hail to the King, baby! ::roar of chainsaw revving up::

[ooc: comment here for those coming to help Ash. This thread will also include our epic journey/battle to the tower, but we'll be making a new thread for that monstrosity shortly.]

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.))

The Epic Battle Towards the Tower

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::Ash leads his ragtag band of Edward Elric, Number Six, Chihaya, Aeryn Sun, Cameron Mitchell, and Cally across the grounds::

::Their goal is to reach the Dorm Tower::

::Their obstacle is the numerous hordes of zombies between them::

::This is the tale of that struggle::

Library: The Attack

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Beka, Rogue, and Callisto head back towards the library. Behind them is a massive pack of zombies.]

Hold your fire until they get in here. Then aim for the heads.

[looks all fierce]

((Guys, this is the MAIN LIBRARY ATTACK POST. Please keep to individual group threads as in my post below, and follow medic protocol and your leaders.))

((Fall back has become this.))

In a tower room (not Principal Connor's)

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory Paris shoves open a door after walking up seemingly thousands of stairs. She had already nearly slapped Logan Aaron on a couple occasions, but had decided it wasn't worth her energy. They were on a mission.

The room is small, and dusty, and Paris immediately positions herself in front of the window, peering through a pair of binoculars.

Down Into the Bowels of the Earth

[sonofaparrotman.livejournal.com]

Carrying a poker in one hand and a bundle of turpentine-rag-and-stick torches in the other, Scooter sets out from the library. He's left the barricades set up at the doors and an easily-tripped series of booby-traps set above them. Now, he's on mission - a mission to find the largest source of boiling-hot water in the school.

***
It doesn't take him long to figure out that the bowels of the school will be his destination, but once he's figured that out, he's a bit stymied. Clearly, the school must possess a giant water heater of some sort, but he's at a loss as to figuring out which part of the basement it's most likely to be located in. Still, it has to be somewhere so he decides to pick a direction and go with it.

***
He stumbles through the badly-lit corridors that lace the lower levels of the school, startling at omunous noises and squinting to make out anything that might lie in his path.

***
Eventually the single doors that have lined the walls unrelentingly, give way to a set of large, dirty-grey ones marked with all the traditional hazard symbols. His luck has come in, as it continues to prove when the doors open to his first try. Inside, emergency lamps dispel some of the gloom, while still leaving many areas in deep shadow. The most important thing to Scooter, however, isn't the mood lighting. It's the complicated array of pipes and spigots and dials that line the opposite side of the room. He approaches them warily.

***
When he has completed his approach, he discovers that fortune is still on his side and all the piping is labeled, albeit somewhat cryptically. The important thing is that he's able to figure out which valves to turn off to stop water flow to everywhere but the first and second floors of the classroom building and what dial to adjust to up the water temperature to seriously fucking hot. Once he's got that underway, he heads right back the way he came.

Fashion Update

[best-bang-yet.livejournal.com]

Hey, Hey, Hey. Zombies? Freaking Zombies? I do a lot of things, but Zombie's are not one of them. Call me when the school is infested with Vogons. We're going to call this week's class cancelled. I'll be back on Thursday, and post new partener assigments later this week.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a spaceship to flee to piolet.

*sighs*

And I guess anyone who wants can hitch a lift. I don't have a job if all the students are eaten.

The Library: Falling Back to Special Collections

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor, O'Neill, and Methos try to pull everyone back to Special Collections--there's too many zombies coming in to keep back. Anya's going to get a surprise or two.]

((Special Collections))

Flood, Part 1

[sonofaparrotman.livejournal.com]

When Scooter re-emerges from the bowels of the school, he's wearing a coat of multi-colored gremlins. He ignores them, however, as he has more important tasks at hand. He's studied the floor-plan of the school and intends to do this systematically, so he opens one bathroom door turns all the sinks on to their hottest settings and then sets to work bashing them to pieces with his poker. He's got an impressive torrent in no time. After that, he repeats the process in all the rest of the bathrooms on the first floor, as well as in the kitchen. Then he heads for the upper levels. The main staircase is about to become a first-class waterfall.

Reposted from Library thread, by request.

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

An inhuman, echoing voice bellows through the library, "Do NOT shoot me. It's Medusa. If you need out, I can get you out and to safety."

An enormous snakelike form pulls up outside the library window, crushing zombie bodies underneath it. Her hands enter the window, jerking the jam right out of the wall and widening the opening. Boiling water pours out underneath her, but she doesn't seem to notice.

"If you want out, climb aboard, and I'll get you into town."

The Library: Special Collections

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor is dragging Methos back towards SC, under coverfire. Little do any of them know a flood's coming.]

((Everyone should either be IN Special Collections, nearly there, or being mauled by zombies. Kay? Kay.))

The BIG Finale - The Top of the Dorm Tower

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::Chihaya lands on the roof, and Ash finally can let go. Ash stares up at the swirly evil vortext above him, and shakes his head::

Seriously, kid... thanks for the lift...

::looks around for what possibly could be causing all the trouble::

::A small pedestal smack in the middle of the roof catches his attention, and he walks over to investigate::

What in the blue hell is that...

::he looks at this baffling object, then spots a sales receipt tucked under it on the pedestal. He grabs it, and reads::

Stuffed Rage Infected Monkey Who Was Buried in a Pet Cemetary Wearing Voodoo Zombie Mask and Clutching the Necronomicon. Huh.

::tosses away the receipt, not caring about the "Old Firm" logo that appeared at the top of it::

::Pulls out his shotgun, and proceeds to fire repeatedly until there is nothing but dust::

::The vortex disappears, and all the zombies around town slowly begin to just... stop moving::

::Ash stands triumphant, raises his remington above his head, and shouts at the top of his lungs::

THIS IS MY BOOMSTICK!

Flood, Part 2

[sonofaparrotman.livejournal.com]

Before doing the upstairs bathrooms, Scooter retreived a few supplies: a large number of plastic tarps from the theatre, a flashlight and a thermos of coffee. He has rigged the tarps in all the bathrooms and along the halls to funnel water towards the main staircase and then proceeded to bash the hell out of all the second-floor water sources. The flood is really on its way now.

Special Collections: Diluvian Dreams

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Just then, a crash can be heard outside the library, as quite a lot of hot water spills down the hall.]

((OOC: Note that there is a book cage and doors around Special Collections. Mmkay? Now, cause the doors are barred, we're not going to get a TON of water in here, but there is going to be plenty and it is going to be boiling hot.))

((to Duce))

Victory Party in Dorm

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Victory Party HERE

[OOC: Of course I sign on after Ash does his Boomstick thing. Grrr.]