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*DEATH, being rather unimpressed with the zombies since, after all, they're just regular people, only dead. Instead of fighting them off, he decides to work a shift at the clinic, figuring it will be a busy day, what with people needing undead related treatment and rescue. While he passes the time, he begins to experiment with makeup in anticipation of the upcoming Homecoming event.*

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Hotaru looks up, still at the computer. She remains silent for a moment, then stands up, walks over to the couch, and flops down on it. The dark-haired girl then resumes sleeping.

*runs in door of clinic*

Hey, DEATH, how's tricks? I am gathering supplies for the Library Survivors, what have you got to spare? And you wouldn't happen to have a spare sword handy, would you? This *wields heavy chair leg* is not much of a zombie fighting weapon.

And you know, I have really been looking forward to haveing drinks wiht you as we had discussed, but with the zombie invasion, we may not get to that this weekend... Maybe sometime this week? *looks hopeful*

((OOC: I will be slow responding, but will be back in an hour and a half or so real time to finish out this scene. If you are going to be gone, that is cool, just respond with a list of stuff I can take to the library, and whatever. Thanks!))

*DEATH stands up quickly, in the process of lining his eye sockets with peacock blue eyeliner, and begins to move about the clinic. He gathers up emergency blankets, bandages, disinfectant, and painkillers. He also hands you a small bell (http://www.livejournal.com/users/death_n_binky/1810.html?mode=reply).*

*DEATH hands you an ornate sword with an edge so fine it seems to have a faint glow about it. You have a feeling this might be something he uses professionally.*

*looks a bit stunned* What a fine sword. *carefully takes it.* I will be very careful with it, as I would any Patternmade blade. *you take that to understand that Patternmade blades are special indeed. Makes a scabbard of her belt*

These supplies will be fine. I will remember to bell you for the severely wounded. *puts bell in pocket, gathers supplies*

I would dearly love to have drinks with you, very soon. I will be in the Library, and will try to let you know how things are going if I can. *looks like she would hug you, decides maybe she doesn't yet know you that well. Nods instead*

((OOC, I have suddenly gotten evenings freeish, I can be available any evening this week from 9pm to midnight Mountain Time. Feel free to email me at gypsyredneck at yahoo dot com and we can set up a "date" for our characters. *hee*))

Running from the zombies gathering in the halls, Aeryn opens the clinic door, waiting for the others to get inside before closing it.

"Hi," she says. "We need medical suppli- Are you wearing makeup?"

Cameron follows in, still busy reloading his gun again. He looks up at the makeup remark and stares. "Good thing I like strange."

Aeryn shakes her head and looks back at Death (who she can see, being as literal-minded as she is). "We need medical supplies, and there are quite a few zombies out there."

"I think they're coming back. We should probably hurry up and get to the weapons locker after this."

At Janet's instructions, he moves further into the room and starts picking up bandages and supplies. Janet moves to the cupboard and starts gathering all the meds she can think might come in handy.

((Had permission to NPC Janet if necessary and I think the player isn't around at the moment so...))

Not really sure what kind of supplies to take, Aeryn begins grabbing what looks like it might help, but is mostly looking around for anything that could be used as a weapon.

::grabs a first aid kit in her left hand::

I could carry more, but I'd have to put down the gun...

((I have permission to NPC Sparky if you want to turn him into a mule. But err, that'd be kinda random.))

[ooc: yeah, that would be... Sparky'll just have... spent the weekend making out with Domino or something. Much more heroic. ::grin::]

((Hee! Wow, kissing Dom must be disorientating. *realises she's got a whole army of her own she is allowed to NPC and considers to take over the school*))

Cam grabs a few bags from a cupboard and stuffs everything he's found in there, he moves back to Aeryn to let her put the things in there too. "Janet thinks this might do. Found anything interesting?"

"Not very." She checks the power on her gun, decides that there's enough charge left to last a while. "I think we'll just have to make do. Are we ready for the weapons locker?"

(OOC: Other post, new thread? *shrug*)

"Yups, seems like we've got what we came for." He hands a bag back to Janet and keeps one for himself to carry.

((New thread on the post we had, I think. We don't want to overdo it on the posts as things are going to get confusing otherwise.))

"Good. Let's go."

(OOC: You wanna start it or should I?)

((I'll do it.))

And we move on (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/106600.html?thread=3078760#t3078760)

*grabs supplies and runs back to the library*

::decides against making comments involve "strange" and "going to Homecoming with Kara"::

Well, you certainly came to the right school, then.

::wipes the sweat off her forehead::

Oh yeah, aren't I lucky.

This way flamethrowing girl (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/106600.html?thread=3078760#t3078760)))

*DEATH looks at the peacock blue eyeliner with slight disappointment, before standing up and resuming his clinic duties*

WHAT SUPPLIES DO YOU NEED? I HAVE ALREADY SENT DEIRDRE WITH SOME TO LIBRARY.

Um... You might really want to ask one of the girls for help. After this zombie thing is over, though. People might be a bit preoccupied until then.

*looks over to where Cam is looking through things*

Apparently there's a list.

*DEATH hands you a bell (http://www.livejournal.com/users/death_n_binky/1810.html?mode=reply)*

*Mutters, almost to himself*

Misunderstood or not, they're still eating people. If you can understand them, though, by all means.

*takes bell* Thank you. Good luck with the makeup.

(OOC: Having problems there? *g*)

(OOC: Ooh, shiny!)

Hotaru cracks an eye open at all of the disturbance, looking unusually pale. She stays awake, though barely.

*DEATH, noticng you are awake, walks over*

*He waves a bony hand, indicating the peacock blue eyeliner around his sockets*

Hotaru squints. "Go with a color that stands out less," she replies, yawning and sitting up. "I'm heading back to my dorm."

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