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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Toshiko; open

[hopeless_hacker]

[By the time she reaches the dining hall, Toshiko doesn't think she's ever been so happy to see other human beings. Her blood is roaring in her ears, her heartbeat thudding violently, and the effect of the sonic modulator has left behind a fierce migraine like a drill between her eyes. Her nose is still bleeding, which is...worrisome, frankly.

Aleera had been assimilated. After the rush of the confrontation, this small painful fact comes back to the forefront with a vengeance. Her Inmate had been assimilated; she's failed as a Warden, at protecting her Inmate, at doing her job. Again.

Finding a quiet corner, she folds to her knees, leaning heavily against the wall. Just a few moments alone to catch her breath and then she can get up, check on the status of her assigned level, keep working.]

Re: Toshiko; open

[mystakenpromise]

Once they reached the dining hall, Sirrus instantly scanned the room, thinking that he would at least catch sight of Dean. Nothing. Not a hint. Discouraged but not worried- there was plenty of time to be upset and panic- he looked to the woman who had led them this far.

Oh, she did not look well. He frowned slightly as he picked his way around a few other people and made his way over.

"If I am interrupting your moment of...breaking down, please forgive me." His voice did not beg forgiveness. "But you do need to find a doctor before you bleed...out." Of course, he was exaggerating, but she had not stopped bleeding since she had returned to the stairwell.

[hopeless_hacker]

She looked at him blearily for a moment, then shook her head. Martha would be in the (a?) TARDIS, she was guessing, and Dr. McCoy wasn't anywhere nearby which suggested he was engaged elsewhere.

"It's just a nosebleed. It'll stop soon." The only support she had for this argument was that the flow had slowed to a trickle; it had to stop eventually. "I'm sorry I had to leave you and Ethan. Did you make it here all right?"

[mystakenpromise]

"I know nothing of Ethan. I can only assume as much. I split from him at the stairs and made my own way here. I did see a few...of them, but I found that if you pose no threat to them, they leave you alone. For the most part." He did run into one who caught onto his "walk submissively through the hallways" routine, but he wasn't about to tell that story.

"What now?" he asked her. He didn't like feeling useless...and he felt that if he even so much as stopped moving for a moment, he would fall asleep. Even then, he was drumming his fingers against his thigh.

JD, Iago, OPEN

[ichlugebullets]

[So, he eventually did get to use the gun - but it was fleeting. Zombie armies were things that people joked about in high school but he had no idea were actually real. Well, technically they were aliens. Zombie.... aliens. It was too much like a hipster movie.

JD snapped his fingers in front of Iago's face.]

You okay?

Re: JD, Iago, OPEN

[inhumandog]

Iago had just seen more than he wanted to on his trip here. He frowned a bit, ran his fingers through his hair, and glanced around. He had just now noticed where he was and that thought surprised him. Iago was not the type to space out but...this was too much for the soldier to handle.

But at least he now realized where he was. At least he now was more aware that he needed to adapt to this new environment.

"Yes, JD." In this place, with so many people, his speech was limited.

Re: JD, Iago, OPEN

[ichlugebullets]

This didn't really bother JD. He was used to chaos and things happening out of the blue. He had gotten what he wanted out of the deal anyway, to use the gun. He had shot a few - killed others. He didn't like seeing some of the people he knew being drones but it was a price he had to pay. He didn't think the limbo ship would be easy to live on anyway.

JD fiddled in his pockets for something to do, Iago was being short again he managed to find a small pad of paper with a ball point pen shoved inside. He pulled it out and drew a hang man set-up on a blank page.

"Want to play?" He shoved the notepad closer to him so that he could see. It might be a little past his time, but then again - maybe not.

Re: JD, Iago, OPEN

[inhumandog]

Iago was used to chaos, yes. He was a soldier. But this kind of science fiction nonsense was well beyond him. And this chaos...it was ridiculous. It was not chaos created by him, therefore, it was useless. He straightened up, setting his jaw, and clasped his hands behind him. The notebook he was shown was given only a small look of confusion that was aimed towards JD.

No, he had no idea how to play this game.

David, OPEN

[forgetfatlady]

[David was having a... sort of breakdown. After making it to the dining hall he spent fifteen minutes with his face pressed into a table before he got up and took a trash bag and began going through the other trash can's sorting out bottles and things of that sort. Recycling to get himself in a better place. His hands were unsteady, he was a little frantic, but it wasn't anything that he couldn't resolve on his own. He had faced things like this before.

He was getting a little out of control though. He was starting to sort them by brand and color. What was next, calories?]

Re: David, OPEN - just gonna sneak in here.

[naughtbutlife]

[Angelica's shift at the watch was over. She was tired, so very tired, and in need of a place to sit and perhaps nod off. Though distrustful still, Angelica knew she was at least among some friends, and made her way through the dining hall in search of a nice nook to huddle against.

It was then she noticed a man who had been apart of her group. He seemed to be...frantic...yes, frantic was perhaps the best word for it. Digging through the rubbish and looking slightly harried. Angelica approached him carefully, wondering what she should say to perhaps ease this man.]

"You were in the seventh floor's party. I believe your room is next to mine."

Re: David, OPEN - just gonna sneak in here.

[forgetfatlady]

David turned around a hand placed to his head. A sound of distress escaped his mouth, he chewed on his lower lip to conceal it. "Well, erm... yes. I'm on the level seven... I mean, level seven. Didn't know that my room was next to yours though. It would seem I pay very little attention as of late. If I did I probably could of foreseen this." David picked up three cans of contrasting colors and put them into his large black trash bags. "I trust you made it here alright though. Well - obviously."

Re: David, OPEN

[naughtbutlife]

Angelica was quite curious to know what exactly the man was attempting to accomplish. She was also made a little anxious by how anxious he seemed, but managed to step closer towards him all the same. "I am new here. Newly arrived. There has been but little time to go about introducing myself to others."

She nodded, gesturing to the rubbish containers. "And I see you have as well. Please, you seem..." She trailed off, then tried again. "Foreseen, sir? Could you have foreseen this?" She was intrigued. Very much so.

Krycek and Swing

[no_left_arm]

[Krycek was handcuffed to a wall. While he didn't remember the actual handcuffing process, he did remember the failed attack on McCoy. Call it a hunch, but Krycek assumed the two incidents were related. After all, he'd fallen asleep in the infirmary and awakened...

Here.

Well, at least he hadn't been assimilated in his sleep. In fact, it seemed as if the dining hall was a makeshift stronghold for those who weren't affected, making it the place to be. So things had worked out in the end. Relatively.

He was still handcuffed to the wall.]

Re: Krycek and Swing

[pleasesmirk]

Swing was now not so sure if this was the most organised barricade he'd ever seen, or the most disorganised one. It didn't seem very orderly, but given the circumstances, he could accept it. He was normally the one trying to stop the barricades being built, not being the one behind them. Even so, it struck him like a riot, like there were agents of disorder everywhere, and somewhere safe was better than out there with nothing to defend himself but the table leg

Krycek and Swing

[no_left_arm]

"Sabotaging?" Krycek snorted. "I was trying to help us all out. Those things? They're not gonna stop and give us the time to figure out how to fight them." He tugged slightly at the cuffs. It was probably a long shot to hope, since the man seemed uninformed, but just maybe he had a key. "You got any way to get these off?"

The others present seemed wrapped up in their own drama. There was no reason to suspect someone was helping Krycek pick the handcuff lock. "I can save us all, but you gotta get me out of these cuffs."

Re: Krycek and Swing

[pleasesmirk]

Not many people lied to Swing, eventually, but he saw lies and conspiracies everywhere he looked. He didn't believe Krycek, but he wasn't sure he trusted the wardens enough not to have cuffed him up for no reason. They were that useless.

"How...are you goingto... saveus? These wardens are...so weak, I doubt...they'll havelocked you up without makinga nice...neatnote of it, signedby everyone who moved you ...evenaninch and withouta ...verygood reason." He kept a careful and significant hold of his table leg, now with one hand instead of two, as if he was about to use it. He probably wouldn't, not in front of everyone, but he didn't think this man knew that.

Giles; open

[ripper_watches]

[Giles turns up with a number of weapons, mostly long-range crossbows and a few swords, after a harrowing dash through the halls. He'd seen Borg from afar, but luckily hadn't been engaged by any. He had seen a few other people moving in the general direction of the dining hall, but had generally kept out of their way, deciding that smaller groups or travelling alone was probably a safer option.

He arrives, settles into the hall and looks around. No sign of Ralphie, Ethan or Integra that he can see, though of course, he'd spoken to Integra over the journals, so that was some comfort.]

Giles; open

[remarkablyblunt]

[Tommy arrives with everyone that he can from Level 2, though the number is distressingly small. He seems to have drawn the long straw as far as animal refugees go, however: a cat, a dog, and a rabbit, all of which he sets up in the corner with a bit of food.

He nods to an older man nearby.] "Not exactly afternoon tea at the Ritz, is it?"

Giles, Tommy; open

[ripper_watches]

[Giles glances at the young man. He hadn't really spoken to him before, though he has seen him around the dining hall and the library at times and exchanged pleasantries.]

No, unfortunately, it isn't. [He smiles, albeit a grim kind of smile.] But that tends to be the way of fighting.

[A pause, then he holds his hand out for a shake, introducing himself:] Er, Rupert Giles.

Giles, Tommy; open

[remarkablyblunt]

"Tommy, sir," [Tommy says enthusiastically, giving Giles a firm handshake.] "Tommy Beresford."

[He glances around, looking for something to be optimistic about.] "One would think at least a few of the people here have been in tighter situations. I'm sure we'll get through in one piece."