Not quite a coronary but close

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Lee races home from class to check on all the tv programs he tivo’d while he was away to Caprica City to visit his dad…and he discovers that Room 216 has not only been ransacked but it has an odd and terrible cocktail of odors with the zombie arm hanging on the door and a mildewed rotting sail canvas lying on the floor.

As he is a strapping young man, Lee William Adama does not have a coronary (otherwise House might take interest) but he does shut the door tightly, lock it, unlock it, open it again and now that he’s sure he’s not hallucinating, he tentatively looks in to make sure it’s thoroughly ransacked and therefore nothing is left in there to save.

When this is all apparent, he closes the door again and writes “TOXIC AREA” on the door in big scrawling letters and goes to look for the dorm mother – or whoever is in charge of the dorms.

He’s more numb than furious, more shocked than tearful. It’s quite a terrible homecoming and all he can think about is that someone, right now is probably laughing at him.

Perhaps Veronica would know what to do but she left a voice mail message that she’d be out of town this week.

In the meantime, Lee is in dire need of a place to at least sit down and try to figure out now what to do that all his stuff has been stolen and his room is now uninhabitable.

Comments

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

LORDS, what the frak? Zombies!? I'm glad ya'll survived...


...oh lords, did Kara survive? *worried look of great worrying!*

[janet_fraiser]

*sympathetic look* Kara's fine. Everyone's fine, actually, barring some noncritical injuries here and there. Though the AV Club kid won't be if I get my hands on him. He flooded the library with boiling water.

*grimaces* Zombie stew. It was vile. I can't believe they attacked your room!

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

You're okay too? *looks at her carefully, small smile on his face*

[janet_fraiser]

Who, me? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I was stuck in the back ranks most of the time anyway doing medical stuff. *grabs a tissue out of her pocket, opens door to Lee's room, then recoils with a groan* Oh, God. I'm so sorry I did that.

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Good. Glad to know you're okay.

[janet_fraiser]

*grins at Lee* I'm almost always okay unless I get hit in the back and die, but that only happened once. *glances back at Lee's room* *holds nose, opens door*

Uh, Lee? What happened to all your stuff?

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

It's gone. I have no idea where it went. *sads*

[janet_fraiser]

*pats Lee comfortingly* I'm so sorry! Though-- *holds nose, peers in room again* Why would the living dead steal your stuff? As far as we could tell, they were only after our brains.

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

I don't know!

[janet_fraiser]

You know, you can probably bunk down in 239/240 with us, if you want. I'm fairly sure we have an extra bed, and someone may even have some hair products you can borrow for now. I'll even let you snuggle up to Kawalsky's Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle pillows if you're nice to me.

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a great idea if you girls will have me and not take advantage of me...well, maybe a little?...*ears perk up at the thought of HAIR PRODUCTS*

I'm always nice to you, Janet.

[janet_fraiser]

Well, it's not just girls in the room. We've got Jack and Charlie too. And most of us would probably not take too much advantage of you. I think Liz might be willing to lend out some of her hair stuff. Just for you.

You are, too. And I'm so glad you missed the zombie attacks.

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

*sekritly crushes, omg*

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Kara's fine. We were together in the library, sitting on shelves while the zombies cooked in hot water. Don't ask. She's around here somewhere but I assure you, she's fine.

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Thank the gods.