The Dorms: Early Afternoon [4.5]

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Their master had spoken, and the zombie horde obeyed. He demanded the fresh blood of Fandom's children as a sacrifice upon his altar, new minions to begin the invasion of the mainland, and so they would carry out his command.

No matter what.

From somewhere undefined a drum beat carried on the wind, and the zombies of Fandom marched forth, the dorms beckoning them like a beacon. Here there be brains, here there be blood, here there be flesh.

Here, there be prey.



[OOC: Up early for SP Awesome! Wait for the OCD or you'll wish the zombies got to you... OCD up! Defenders and zombies of all kinds, go forth!]

[The Barricade / The Roof / The 1st Floor Lobby / The FLAMING Barricade (later afternoon) / The Gates / OOC]



[And there's an AIM chat set up for your invader/defender convenience! Head over to nobrainz4u if you need assistance organizing your skirmishes, or if you just want to shunnnn the zombies!]

4th Floor Common Room, Post Un-zombiefying

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Marco was half passed out on a couch in the common room. The problem with being a wolf all day was that he kept having to re-morph and wolves used different muscles then humans. The result was that he felt like he had run about forty miles and was refusing to move.

He did have the energy to put on one of the meta forJames Bond movies and put out a few bowls of mints. Yeah. Mints.

2nd Floor Boys' Shower - Sunday Evening

[wantstodirect]

Tony didn't want to redo the bandages around his ribs but he didn't want to spend any longer with zombie guck in his hair, either. A pre-clinic wipedown had gotten the worst of it off, but there was plenty of second-worst to go around.

He covered his bandages with a messy (but effective) wrap of duct tape and plastic wrap and shuffled into the showers. He was probably going to be in here for a while.

[Open! Boys need showers, too.]

5th Floor Girls' Bathroom, Sunday Night

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine? Was never, ever leaving the shower. Ever. She could bypass prune and turn straight into a raisin for all she cared. They'd have to hold finals in the bathroom and let her write it in waterproof marker. They might even have to hold graduation in the bathroom. Next year.

The only problem she could foresee was food and the fact that she was running out of shampoo.

[OOC: With all the handwavey ones, there might as well be a real shower post. Open to any girls who want to wash off the grime of fighting or zombification, or just bitch about same!]