Second floor common room, Friday afternoon
Priestly was once again curled up on the couch in the common room, flipping through channels on the TV in search of something light hearted to take his mind off the horrors of a zombie apocalypse.
Okay, so maybe he was slightly melodramatic.
At least so far none of the zombies had made it into the dorms. He was tempted to go for higher ground in hopes that the zombies wouldn't want to tackle the stairs, but his lingering headache meant he wasn't feeling that up to stairs, either. Hence the second floor.
He'd hunted up some sandwich fixings and laid them out on the counter, doing some light, one handed cooking to get hot roast beef going. He was hoping it'd attract some other non-undead people. Just doing his part to make sure the others who were now swearing off going outside feel at home.
Or something.
[ooc: Open!]
Okay, so maybe he was slightly melodramatic.
At least so far none of the zombies had made it into the dorms. He was tempted to go for higher ground in hopes that the zombies wouldn't want to tackle the stairs, but his lingering headache meant he wasn't feeling that up to stairs, either. Hence the second floor.
He'd hunted up some sandwich fixings and laid them out on the counter, doing some light, one handed cooking to get hot roast beef going. He was hoping it'd attract some other non-undead people. Just doing his part to make sure the others who were now swearing off going outside feel at home.
Or something.
[ooc: Open!]