*entering the dorms*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

[ooc: continued from Mitchell's Egypt Anthropology class]

*Elizabeth, along with Joan and Beka are half-carrying, half-dragging an unconcious (drooling and snoring Cameron Mitchell) into the building*

He's heavier than he looks


ETA: We're heading towards the basement, to see Drusilla

[ooc: Feel free to help with the transport. Or just take pictures. Or smack him on the ass]

Comments

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

*is glad that he is in such fine company*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*doesn't tell him what company awaits him in the basement*

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

*will need a lot of cuddles after that one*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*thinks that should definitely be deferred to his girl/boy friends*

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

But you'll keep me save, right?

*pathetic whimper*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

I'll do my best, yes. I wouldn't be here, if I thought we were going to actually kill you!

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

You'd try to save me right? *clings to Weir in his mind*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Yes, I would try to save you.

With the invisible gun I have in my waistband