4th Floor Common Room [Friday, Afternoon]

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After making an appearance in class, Angela was in need of something to cleanse her mind of the zombie movie clips. With everything going on, watching all that just made her feel a little ill.

That was why the television was tuned firmly to Nickelodeon, for something silly and distracting.

She was clutching a mug of hot chocolate, and had that hockey stick she'd picked up lying across her lap. Better safe than... something else.

[[it's a common room, and it is open.]]

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[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck was still sticking to the dorms but had gotten bored of raiding the third floor fridge so here he was, moving up to the fourth. Of course he didn't make it to the fridge once he spotted what was on TV.

"Are you watching...cartoons?" he asked.

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"It was one of the least gory things I found," she replied truthfully. "So, yes."

"Hey, Chuck."

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"Hey," he said, deciding to forgo the food at the moment to flop down in an armchair. He eyed the field hockey stick lying across Angela's lap. "If you're planning to play field hockey, I'll have you know that the tiny skirt is a requirement. It's in the rules."

It so was not in the rules.

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"We survive the weekend, and I will take that into consideration," she told him with a nod.

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"Oh, you'll survive," Chuck said with a wave of his hand. "Just don't be an idiot who leaves the dorms to try to be a hero."

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"I am definitely not one of those," Angela said firmly. "The less I see of those things, the better."

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"Congratulations, we're smarter than about seventy percent of the student body," Chuck said, giving her a salute. "The good news is if everyone else dies and we have to repopulate the school we are going to make some good looking kids."

Never let it be said that Chuck Bass didn't look on the bright side of things.

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

Oh thank Jim Henson, something completely not-scary on the television. After rehearsal last night Robin had barely managed to get the nerve for the return trip, and kinda never planned to leave the dorms again.

"Is there anymore hot chocolate?"

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Angela nodded. "Plenty on the side, sweetie," she told him.

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"Thank you." Robin went and got himself a small (well for him it was big) cup of cocoa and joined her on the couch. "How are you holding up?" he asked. He himself was still a tad shaky after last night.

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"I'm not holed up and crying."

That was positive for you.

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"Yeah, me too."

Cause, it was very tempting.

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"I'm just not thinking about it, staying right here, and watching cartoons."

Master plan.

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"Do you know if there's any tea in here?" Triela asked distractedly as she strode into the room. She didn't seem all that put out by things going on outside the dorms.

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"I didn't look," Angela admitted. "It's not really my thing. There should be hot water, though, I just boiled it."

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"Thanks," Triela nodded and started poking through the cupboards. "How have you been, Angela?" It had been a while since they talked.

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"Been better," Angela replied, truthfully. "I'm... not made, for dealing with all this zombie stuff."

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Triela nodded once, still engrossed in her search. "Most people aren't," she agreed. "You sure you don't want some tea? It's very calming."

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Angela raised her mug. "I've got this," she said. "It's... chocolatey. Which is somehow spreading of good feelings, I think."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal was going down to the library, but he figured he should have breakfast (yes, in the afternoon) first.

And then he realized he was going to be going to the library to read up on zombies.

Screw the food. O.J. He was just going to have a...very small glass of O.J.

"Is that a hockey stick?" he asked, once he noticed Angela, and won himself at least three obvious points for the day.

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"It is a hockey stick," Angela confirmed, holding it up. "Just in case, you know?"

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Cal nodded. "Good thinking," he offered in approval. "I'd almost be inspired to go get one myself, but all my hockey experience is playing goalie, and I sucked then, I'll probably suck now, too."

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"I haven't played since junior high," she admitted. "But I figure I can weild a stick if I absolutely have to. Better than nothing."

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Cal gave a faint grin. "Hey, I haven't played since junior high, either. All the more reason I'll still suck. I think I'm just going to depend on the fact that I have very long legs that can move pretty damn fast. If any of them get all the way up here, that means they've figured out doors and steps, and so we'll be doomed, anyway."

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"That's the point we start barricading the doors with furniture," Angela said, sighing.

"... Why haven't we done that already?"