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jerusalem-s.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2005-09-23 08:23 pm
Telephone call
Spider stared out his window at the darkened town, eyebrows climbing as the camera showed him a close-up of several figures in the streets. Pulling out his cell phone he dialed several numbers.
"Assistant? Interns? Someone see to the weapons locker. I want every student who knows how to carry a weapon armed."
((OOC: In other words, when the zombies become general knowledge, weapons will be available. Please don't break into the weapons locker... you'll have permission to go armed.))
"Assistant? Interns? Someone see to the weapons locker. I want every student who knows how to carry a weapon armed."
((OOC: In other words, when the zombies become general knowledge, weapons will be available. Please don't break into the weapons locker... you'll have permission to go armed.))

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Inside, wearing only his comfortable pants, Spider was watching the town, scowling.
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Ah, good, you've already opened it. I need a gun or a sword. Something. Just get me armament, dammit!
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"Professor, do you know if my sentient AI will be able to operate in this magic storm?"
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Inactivity was something that drove Spider mad. Inactivity while children ran amuck amongst the walking - shambling dead, made his skin crawl. Abandoning his stare into the darkness, he began to pace.
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