Victory Party in the Common Room

[oatmanspatient]

[OOC: Yeah... Of course I come online as soon as Ash makes off with the big boomstick thingie.]

Beverages and Food line the common room. Kick back and enjoy kids.

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[pure_blooddraco]

Draco apparates into the room. He went home during the zombie attack on the school and in the utter definition of irony the Dark Lord had him working with the inferi army for the weekend. He was covered in dark inferi blood and his robes were ripped terribly. He decided not to mention the fact that he wasn't home for the the attack.

*He grabs a drink and looks over everyones dirty, tired faces. Looks like everyone has had a rough weekend, he thinks*

[emo_padawan]

Anakin, still mostly covered in zombie goo, nods at Draco.

"Where were you?" he asked. Not that he particulary cared.

[pure_blooddraco]

"Unfortuately I had to work on Friday. There was major trouble at home. Funny how these things seem to happen at the same time. I think we've both have had enough zombies to last us a while. I'm thinking drinking is the only cure for the stress we've been through."

*He downs a drink and grabs another*

[bugofjustice]

*Tick, still smoldering from the battle outside, walks to the front of the room.*

It was a long, hard battle, but victory is ours. We faced the rotted face of our own mortality, and we said to it, "You will not have our brains!" We set it on fire, boiled it in water, chopped its head off, and flung it like no walking dead has ever been flung before! All of us together, man and woman, good and evil, human and other. We banded together like we were rubber! We banded together for each other's aid! We banded together because ZOMBIES ARE CREEPY!

And we won! We won for the sake of our fellow ma... perso... individual, and we thwacked that collective Shambling Chassis of Evil Incarnate soundly!

Good work, chums!

[oatmanspatient]

[OOC: Did you get to say your battle cry? I missed everything.]

[bugofjustice]

[OOC: I yelled "Spoon" several times. It felt good.]

[not_an_ex_demon]

(OOC: Dies)

[alchemic_bean]

Edward trudges in, still carrying his spear and covered in zombie gore. "Hey, people who aren't dead! It's a miracle! Where's the booze?"

[defiantlyyours]

"Right here, you magic man! Share some good cheer with me!" 6 is completely sloshed and grinning like an idiot.

[alchemic_bean]

"Magic?" Edward laughed at him, raising his glass. "Hardly magic! It's just science!" The blonde alchemist is well on his way to being drunk, but not quite there yet.

[defiantlyyours]

"Whatever it is, 'sbrilliant. Keep it up."

[positive_angel]

Chihaya considered sticking around for the party but he's not a drinker, nor a partyer. And his muscles ached from all the flying and that final thing of hauling the coach up to the top of the tower.

[alchemic_bean]

"Hey!" Edward spots Chihaya and slaps an arm over his shoulders. "Great job, man! Without you we'd probably still be outside fighting zombies!"

[positive_angel]

Smiling shyly, Chihaya shifted on his feet. "Thanks! I probably wouldn't have made it that far with my stick, if you hadn't given me a spear." His hand tightened around the shaft and he held it out to Edward. "I guess you need this back?"

[alchemic_bean]

[OOC: OMGWTF. I swear I replied to you. Where did it go?]

Edward waved him off. "Nah, keep it. It came from a lamp-post, remember?" He eyed the bar. "I'm getting something to drink... would you care for anything?"

[threeweapons]

Alanna stumbles into the room and crashes on to the first couch she sees. "Water, something with large amounts of sugar, and a healer. Who ever gets me those three things is my hero for life. Or at least until tomorrow"

[soniabelmont]

Sonia, still rather crusty with goo but looking a bit more energized, passes by Alanna, a glass of water in one hand and a small plate of cookies. She offered the second to Alanna.

"Not the purest form of sugar, but it might help."

[threeweapons]

Alanna finishes off one of the cookies in two bites. "Close enough." She pats the couch next to her. "Sit, drink. Talk."

[soniabelmont]

"Glad to." She drops onto the couch beside Alanna, leans back, and breathes a sigh of relief.

"You know...I...no. I can't think of anything to say. I think I left my brain back with the zombies."

She rubs her hands over her eyes and takes another swig of water, hoping to dissipate some of the zombie taste from her mouth.

"How are you holding up? Feeling any better?"