Third Floor Common Room - Late Thursday Morning

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Contrary to popular belief, Chuck was not an idiot. At least he wasn't the type of idiot who would actually go out once he heard shit about zombies on the radio. No, he'd save that for the dumbasses here than fancied themselves heroes. He'd stay indoors and not get eaten, thank you very much. Call him selfish, a coward, whatever. He wasn't getting himself killed. Making him smarter than you.

Now he was proving his smarts by showing that he could survive on his own without calling in for food. He was proving this by making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich by himself. Yeah, bread, peanut butter, knife, jelly. The whole deal.

He still had time to cut off his hand so try not to get too excited.

[The common room is oh-so-open]

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[withoutverona]

Romeo didn't often listen to the radio, but he made an exception Thursday mornings because, frankly, it was funny to hear Arthur bitch about everything and everyone. Which was why, on his day off, he was a little twitchy and wandering the dorms for signs of life.

Or unlife.

"Chuck," he said, nodding a greeting. "Did you hear radio today? It was all about zombies."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"I did manage to hear something about zombies through all the bickering and Britishisms," Chuck said with a smirk. "Which would be why I'm staying indoors today. Today and every day until this clears up."

Because, again, he wasn't stupid.

[withoutverona]

"I was half-hoping I'd had some strange waking dream," Romeo said, setting uneasily on the side of a chair. "We saw them on the field trip Monday. They must have followed us back somehow."

He tilted his head at Chuck. "You wouldn't fight to defend the castle?"

it was possible he didn't know Chuck all that well.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"I think this school has enough hero wannabes, most with superpowers," Chuck told him. "I think they've got it covered should anything happen."

That sounded a lot better than 'Hell no, I wouldn't!'

[withoutverona]

"I'm not going to go out and look for a fight," Romeo said, because he was neither superpowered nor, at that moment, suicidal. "I'm a good shot, though, and they aren't hard to kill. If they came here I would have to do something."

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Joan most definitely did not fall into the category of people who fancied themselves heroes. And after hearing radio, she wandered down to the common room to see if anyone could tell her if it was true or some elaborate prank.

"Hey, Chuck."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Joan," Chuck said, waving a peanut butter covered knife at her how very Emmett of him. "Managing to avoid the undead?"

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

"So far, so good," Joan said. "Are there actually zombies? Or was it the radio staff's idea of a bad joke?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"I don't think Arthur understands the concept of April Fool's Day," Chuck replied. "So I'm going to say that it's all true."

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

"Fabulous," Joan said, rolling her eyes and going to raid the fridge. "Guess I won't be leaving the dorms until that's all cleared up then."

[bitchprince]

Arthur hadn't slept very well. (Honestly, it was a surprise he'd slept at all) His genetics managed to compensate, and so he didn't actually look as tired as he should have. Right now, his chief purpose was to see how many'd made it back alive - and if there were any among them he could snag for a fight if it was necessary (he was really hoping the local authorities would have it, but he sincerely doubt it).

Chuck didn't really fall into that category (at all, by his estimation), but the common room was the first logical place to take stock. "Chuck. Has there been any sign of zombies within the dorms?"

In case Chuck would know.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Not that I know of," Chuck replied. If there had been any zombies in here he certainly wouldn't be in the common room right now.

[bitchprince]

Yeah, Arthur had held that idea. One of many reasons why the 'King' title had gone out the window. One day, he was going to corner Chuck about that.

Today wasn't it.

"Good," he said. "They've mainly been swarming the streets of town, by what I've been able to tell. Be careful where you tread."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"I'm not going to tread anywhere where people want to eat my brains," Chuck said. "I'm not stupid."

He wasn't brave either, obviously.

[bitchprince]

Add yet another notch to the list of reasons Arthur wasn't very impressed by Chuck.

"Well, many seem to be," he said, dryly. Arthur preferred back-up for his stupidity (but would still opt for the lone variety if no one was handy). He glanced past Chuck into the rest of the common room, looking for any faces. "The Lady Zoe will organise a concentrated effort soon enough. We'll have to keep our numbers up in case they're needed."

And yet he was still halfway naive enough to believe that if pressed, Chuck would take up arms anyway.

[withoutverona]

"Good morrow, Arthur," Romeo said, looking a little grim as he finished his conversation with Chuck. "Did you see the zombies, or was it all in the notes from the squirrels?"

[bitchprince]

"I haven't faced any myself," Arthur admitted, "But there were creatures shambling about in the dark last night."

[withoutverona]

"They were on the trip to the mall on Monday," Romeo said. "We faced them, and they're not pleasant. I don't like that they followed us here, or that they seem to be attacking."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah was making a strafing run through the Common Room for portable food on her way to Rehearsal, because while she hadn't thought going out was a good idea, it'd occurred to her when she got up that the odds of Geoffrey knowing there were zombies in town were practically nil. Checking on him -- in a group-- was probably a good idea. So. Hair back in a tight braid, trainers on, and dressed for fighting if she had to, she headed for the fridge and an apple and granola bar before going to find Tony and going into town.

"Hey, Chuck. Guys." Not really paying attention to said people in question. Places to be. Things to fight.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"What's up with you?" Chuck asked, noticing the distraction.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah pulled open the fridge, rummaging through the crisper. "Have to get into town. Rehearsal for the play. I kind of doubt the director knows there's zombies around, and he never answers his phone."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"...you're actually going to go out there?" he asked.

[bitchprince]

"Dinah!"

That would've been Arthur, catching her mid-return-from-said-fridge.

"Where are you going?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah stopped in mid-chew, swallowed, and blinked at him. Unexpected Arthur was unexpected! "Town. The theater. I have play rehearsal. And I kinda doubt the director's aware anything is going on."

[bitchprince]

"You're not going out there," he said, flagrantly forgetting such idle things as not one of my people and a fucking sorceress and beat the crap out of some harpies. "It's not safe. You'll get hurt."