The Dorms: Early Afternoon [4.5]

[zombiemcbitey.livejournal.com]

Their master had spoken, and the zombie horde obeyed. He demanded the fresh blood of Fandom's children as a sacrifice upon his altar, new minions to begin the invasion of the mainland, and so they would carry out his command.

No matter what.

From somewhere undefined a drum beat carried on the wind, and the zombies of Fandom marched forth, the dorms beckoning them like a beacon. Here there be brains, here there be blood, here there be flesh.

Here, there be prey.



[OOC: Up early for SP Awesome! Wait for the OCD or you'll wish the zombies got to you... OCD up! Defenders and zombies of all kinds, go forth!]

[The Barricade / The Roof / The 1st Floor Lobby / The FLAMING Barricade (later afternoon) / The Gates / OOC]



[And there's an AIM chat set up for your invader/defender convenience! Head over to nobrainz4u if you need assistance organizing your skirmishes, or if you just want to shunnnn the zombies!]

Comments

Re: The Barricade

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

"EEEEEEEEW."

He'd never liked improv. Improv actors probably tasted deliciou---

Over he went. What was that? Knees were supposed to go where you told them to!

Re: The Barricade

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Geoffrey, stay down!" Dinah called, wiping off her boomerang when it returned to her. "Ew."

Re: The Barricade

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

Ow, knees. Good thing he didn't feel pain anymore which, was totally awesome! Oh god, did he just say 'totally awesome'? If he had enough brains, he'd be ill to his stomach. Which might have rotted already.

Ugh, okay, he was good on the ground, though.

Re: The Barricade

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

For being a Good Zombie and not making her kill him, Dinah took a breath.

"Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,
Or close the wall up with our English dead!"

Maybe that'd keep him sedated and occupied a while? Half his brains were gone.

"Dishonor not your mothers. Now attest
That those whom you called fathers did beget you."

There. He could critique the hell out of that.

Re: The Barricade

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

"PROOOOOOOJEEEEECT MOOOORE."

God, he was hungry. He should eat something. He really should. Eat people. Eat her blond (vanilla? hazelnut? ooo amaretto?) head and brains.

He would. He'd get around to it. But the SPEECH!

Re: The Barricade

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'" Dinah yelled at the top of her lungs, in the middle of hitting another zombie with a bat.

Re: The Barricade

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

No telling what that gurgling roar was, but it might have been a VERY GOOD, JUST RIGHT! from someone who's lips have rotted off. It did sound a little like authentic frontier gibberish (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ke5Mr5eCF2U) but only if you tilted your head sideways and squinted.

Another one.

Might have been KEEP GOING!

...and that burble noise was, apparently, what happens when a zombie brain and a zombie mouth tries to say 'enunciate'.

Re: The Barricade

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Geoffrey!" Okay, outrage was lending a certain something to the whapping to death of another zombie. Possibly he was a stand-in for a certain director. "That's the end of the speech! No more! No more Shakespeare!"

whap whap whappity THUD

Re: The Barricade

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

No more? Well, he'd have to get to eating her vanillabrains then. The arts had their place, but sometimes you just had to kill people and devour them. Theatre done? Dinner now.

"MMMMMRRRRR..."

He started to get up again.

Re: The Barricade

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Oh for..." Dinah kicked in someone's knee, then shouted, "For, as I am a soldier, a name that in my thoughts becomes me best, if I begin the batt'ry once again..."

She was never going to be able to forget a damn line of this play, was she.

Re: The Barricade

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

Flop.

PLAAAAAAY.