OPEN - Dining hall camp out

[my_freeze_ray]

[The Dining hall looks more or less the same as it always does, only it's obvious that the evacuation is well under way. Inmates and wardens are spread through the room, some preparing defenses, others being somewhat less proactive, but all of them are gathered around the room. All waiting for news of what's happening, and how they're expected to

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[autistic_genius]

[Reid is waiting nervously in the dining area for others to show up, especially Prentiss. He's heard from Armand, but so far, Prentiss has been silent. He fears the worst.

So he sits, fiddling nervously with things and staring intently at the door.]

[thetroublewithv]

[As Chekov had realized what was going on, he'd taken his instructions and rushed over, phaser readied. He'd stood at the door nervously for a moment, looking over the crowd before recognizing a familiar face near him.

He took a few quick steps towards Reid and waved a bit with the hand not holding his weapon, smiling tightly.]

[autistic_genius]

[Reid waved back, tentatively.]

I'm glad to see you're safe.

[...unlike others he had yet to hear from.]

[thetroublewithv]

You too. [Chekov pauses and looks over the room again, counting heads for probably the sixth time and wondering where Hayley was. Reid's nervous fiddling sets off toe-tapping from him.]

Zhere are many more coming, yes? I have not seen the entire ship in one place before, but there should be many more...

Dr. Horrible/Major West

[my_freeze_ray]

After getting Reid back to a position of relative safety, Dr. Horrible has a new priority on the top of his 'to do' list. This time? Attempting to keep his boyfriend from having a complete breakdown thanks to the robotic body stealing monsters overwhelming the barge.

Raking his eyes across the room, he spots West some distance away and heads over to join him]

Hey.

[He says softly, waiting for West to look over at him before adding.]

Check it out, I'm not infected.

[He does a little twirl, as if to prove it.]

[major_west]

[West is as far as he can be from the entrance, sitting at one of the tables with his head in his hands. He's obviously losing it. At the sound of Billy's voice, he looks up, blinks a bit disbelievingly, then starts to nod slowly]

Don't leave again.

[my_freeze_ray]

[Billy moves over to sit with West, reaching forward to squeeze his shoulders tightly.]

I won't.

[He pauses, then leans in a little closer to add:]

I am never, ever going to let them get you.

[major_west]

[He shakes his head, seeming to shrink into himself at Billy's touch] That's a very kind sentiment, but it doesn't matter. They will come anyway.

Logan and anyone who wants to smack him

[gonnadiesomeday]

[Logan is doing his best to avoid Bly, who's acting like a really overprotective dad in Logan's opinion. He wanders off into a corner and pulls out the bottle of gin he brought with him.

Fantastic. Time to get drunk.]

Equally good!

[gonnadiesomeday]

"You're welcome, dude," [Logan grumbles, letting Loki snatch the bottle away from him.

He glances around the kitchen, checking out the various people there.] "Hey, uh, know where I can get a gun?"

[naughtbutlife]

Exhausted to the point of collapsing, Angelica stumbled into the dining hall with the rest of her companions. She had put a bullet in the brain of Edward Sexby, when he needed no further insult upon his character and definitely not a shot in his poor head. And she was sad, for it meant her husband had fallen victim to the crisis and would not be of help to anyone. Angelica did not know if the borg-creatures suffered, but for the sake of the man she knew Sexby to be she hoped not.

She caught her breath beside Sergeant Howie, slowly unwrapping the scarf from about her neck. He passed the knife to her and she took it, returning it to its place upon her belt. He had not needed to use it.

"Thank you."

[naughtbutlife]

Angelica had to give herself a small moment to mull over the answer. She shook her head, glancing over her shoulder to Sergeant Howie. "No, sir, that was not my husband."

With a sigh she leaned upon the wall, her legs feeling weak. "There was nothing of my husband in that creature I killed." And that was truly the real loss. Everyone seemed terribly panicked, and Angelica was not sure if she should join them. She frowned, and hung her head slightly.

Libby, Dru, maybe Sam, and whoever else wants to jump in!

[thatlibbychick]

She was still holding Drusilla's hand as she stumbled into the dining hall, breathing heavily and wide-eyed. She couldn't believe what she'd just done. By the end, she wasn't even sure if he was alive or dead, just that his blood was all over the floor and she needed to keep Dru's safety her top priority. So they'd run all the way to the little camp, her handgun's rounds exhausted.

Looking out at some of those present, she announced it.

"Angel," she blurted. "He's one of them. He's..."

She dropped the unloaded handgun on the floor, followed by the rifle and backpack, and just stared straight ahead. She didn't know what to do.

[deathly_dru]

Drusilla might be reduced in power, but was still dangerous. Especially when the scent of blood was in the air.

And even more when there was genuine fear.

She was staring straight ahead, one hand locked with that of her warden's, while the other seemed to be opening and closing in rapid succession. It was difficult to tell whether she was in shock or simply being her normal self.

"London Bridge is fallin' down,
Fallin' down, fallin' down...
London Bridge is fallin' down,
My fair lady..."

She was refusing to let go of Libby's hand, though. The grip wasn't tight, just... Unwilling to be removed. Refusing to be dislodged.

"Take a key an' lock 'er up,
Lock 'er up, lock 'er up...
Take a key an' lock 'er up,
My fair lady..."

[bythe_books]

Sam was frustrated, to say the least, that Libby had insisted on running off alone. As she entered the dining hall, he stood up to approach her, ready to give her a piece of his mind, but when he saw the state she was in, he realised now wasn't the time for a lecture.

...

But it was time to pick up those weapons before somebody less trustworthy tried to snatch them up. He picked up the rifle and slung it over his shoulder, then the handgun, which he checked to make sure the safety was on, before sticking it in the waist of his trousers, where it would be covered by his jacket.

All in all, gathering up the guns had taken a few seconds. He put a tentative hand on Libby's shoulder, afraid to startle her with more contact. "What happened? Are the two've you alright?"

[thatlibbychick]

Libby looked from the hand upon her to Sam's face. Her mouth was working, opening and closing, as she tried to speak, but no sound came out. She cleared her throat and blinked rapidly.

"I got to her room just fine," she said quietly. "But after Dru opened her door, Angel came, and..."

She held her hands out, palms up, and stared down at them. They were shaking.

"It wasn't him, and you'll have to reload that handgun," she said simply.