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Outside the FTPD Precinct

Kate can hear the faint sounds of scuffles from outside. She attempts to concentrate on her work, but has a vague feeling that this is more than the usual blithe brawls. After several moments of contemplation, she stands, resigned.

"I'm going to see what's happening out there," she informs the other officers. Without another word she strides out the door, hand on her gun.

((OOC: I'm not entirely sure where the station is in relation to...everything else. If it's plausible for someone to walk by...))

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*A glowing white blur passes by the front of the station, accompanied by a loud noise like the whisper of feathers and the sound of singing. The blur coaslesces into a winged figure carrying a sword. He stands next to a young woman, a teenager really, who looks ready to do battle with whatever she can get her hands on.*

[OOC: As you wish. ;)]

Shane should appear to be more unsettled that she was just transported without her knowledge, but right now they've got more important things to be worried about.

"Hey!" She says, yelling to be heard over the downpour and the wind. Her dark hair is plastered to her forehead and face and her wifebeater is soaked through.

Sonia sees Aziraphale, and Shane standing beside him.

"Hallo- from the park, right? Have you seen anyvun else around here?"

Shane nods, recognizing the blond girl. "Yeah... you're the one with the whip, right," she says. She looks around for a moment. "We haven't seen anybody else but her..." She points in Kate's direction. "She doesn't think we're real, though."

Sonia nods, and laughs. "Yes, I'm the vun who's been all over the place." She pauses for a moment, finally, to catch her breath.

"Vhat? Ve're surrounded by the valking dead, and she doesn't think that ve are real?"

She takes a deep breath, and glances around the surrounding neighborhood. "It looks like things have calmed down a bit out here. I think I'm going to head back to the school, see vhat's happened. Or you do vant another hand down here, still?"

Shane shrugs easily. "You can't exactly blame her, I mean look at what's going down right now, y'know?"

She also takes a moment to look around. "The streets on the south side are clear, I checked," she replies. "Right now, we're just trying to get the last few stragglers inside and over to his place." She points over at Aziraphael. "I don't know how many people we've got over there right now, though."

Shane rakes her hair back out of her eyes and off of her forehead, squeezing some of the water out of it. "Hey, uhh... you go to Fandom High, right? If you see Rogue at school, could you... let her know I'm okay?" She asks hesitantly.

Sonia smiles and nods. "Yes, you're right. This is a bit of a stretch from normal, isn't it?"

She looks to the north, and towards the school. "I'll see if there's anyvun left vhen I head that vay. Several are already at Aziraphale's shop, and I think another group is taking shelter at Championship Vinyl."

Sonia sighs, and uncurls the whip again. "Rogue? She's the girl who alvays vears gloves, yes? Of course I'll let her know. You're...Shane, right? I'll tell her.

"Stay safe. Good luck vith the others!" Sonia gives the other girl a last, fleeting smile before turning heel and running back towards the school.

"Gotta just work with what is, right?" Shane says with a philosophical tilt of her head.

"Yeah, that's her... and that's me. Thanks," she murmurs, giving her a genuinely thankful smile. "You, too! Watch your back, man!" She holds up her hand in farewell as Sonia departs.

Sonia is still dashing around the town, looking for any remaining townies or students before she heads back towards the school.

Kate steps back as the light forms, and stands very still as it seems to form to people. When their shapes become distinct, she can't help but give a minute shake of her head.

"When I think I've seen everything..." All the while, her hand tightens, ready to pull her weapon at any second. She knows better than to let supernatural lightshows distract her.

(( It's handy, being an angel.))

"No, hey, wait... hang on, okay," Shane says, holding up both hands, palms facing out so that Kate can see she's unarmed. "We're cool! We're just trying to help!" She rakes her wet hair out of her face so that Kate can see her. "Remember? From Deb's the other night?"

Kate's eyes widen slightly as she remembers her time at Deb's several nights ago. She almost smiles, but remembers the situation a hand. Instead, she gives a curt nod.

"I can never be sure." She pauses, surveying each person, and taking in their anxiety and strain. It seems her suspicions are correct.

"What exactly are you running from?"

"Zombies," Shane says and there is absolutely no trace of humor in her voice and no mischief to be found in the grim expression on her face. "We're helping people get out of the way so they don't turn into dead guy chow."

Kate stares at her, and then at images that aren't there. The screams of dead men, good men. The chaos justice had become. Hard brown eyes that didn't give a damn. Scrabbling at gravedirt spotted with tears.

She closes her eyes briefly, then nods.

"Zombies. Right. That's the head?" For all she knows, it works differently here.

Shane's eyes narrow as they study her face intently. Gone somewhere... and not at all pleasant, from the looks of it. "As best I can tell, yeah," she says absently, concern for the other woman evident in her eyes, as well as questions that she won't ask. "Pretty sick. They explode."

*Aziraphale looks at the three young women who have gathered at his side. Something about this seems to amuse him, and the corner of his mouth turns up.*

I apologize if you find this...bothersome. But I really need to get everyone's attention.

*He closes his eyes for a moment, and then takes a deep breath and speaks.*

[OOC: Yes, it's very handy. At least he hasn't inhabited anyone's body yet -- that'd be canon. ;)

And, by the way, what he's saying can be found here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/90224.html).]

"Jeez Phale. You'll have to show me how you did that some day."

*Aziraphale smiles at Detective Briscoe.*

Did you come to fight them, or to protect those in hiding?

"Whatever needs to be done."

Briscoe looks at the wings and smiles.

"I think you might know better than me on what to do here. I've stocked the PD with a ton of holy water, stakes, guns whatever we need, I got it."

"Hey, you guys got a bat in there or something?" She asks. "I can't kill shit with laundry." She gestures to the wet clothes draped over her shoulder.

*Aziraphale nods.*

The holy water will be useful, but it would be best not to let them get close enough for you to use it. The stakes won't be of much use against zombies. But the guns will be. Aim for their heads.

*He looks at Briscoe with wry smile.*

This is, ah, not my usual line of work. It's good to have...allies.

Her eyes goggle around for a moment at the way his voice reverberates and she looks over at him, obviously impressed. "Nice," she says, with a broad smile.

*Aziraphale smiles at Shane.*

Thank you. I apologize for...before. I should have given you warning.

"No problem," she says, shoulders hitching up in a good-natured shrug. "Wasted seconds when there're people to help."

"Somebody call for back up?"

Mike has shown up with Briscoe.

"We've got a ton of weapons back in the station folks. If you know how to fire a gun or throw a bottle of holy water, we're the place to be."

[OOC: Oh, man, excellent backup. :)]

Parker skids into the station, sopping wet, toting a shotgun, looking like she's been in the rinse cycle of an upscale laundromat, and removed half-way through the spin.

"Zombies," she pants. "Behind us. Two blocks."

Kate puts a hand to her temple, marveling at the reverbrations in her brain. That was certainly a new experience.

She takes in Logan's words as she recovers.

"Holy water works on zombies?"

Yes, they'll be repulsed from anything holy. That makes the safest places to be right now the church or my shop. The TARDIS is also safe.

*Aziraphale raises his sword and takes a few steps and places himself between the zombies and his small group of allies.*

You can also take off their heads.

"Noted."

Kate narrows her eyes and pulls out her gun, taking position a few steps behind and to the left of Aziraphale.

She aims, and lets herself feel no pity at all for whatever comes within range.

Good thing this shotgun has stopping power.

*click-click*

Right. So.

*takes in the sword and wings, just gives up on having the night make sense*

Angels run bookstores?

*Aziraphale blushes just a bit.*

Erm, well you see, I do very much enjoy books, and it's always worked well as a, erm, cover, I suppose...

*He clears his throat.*

I really do think we ought to be concentrating on the zombies now.

"Well why didn't you say so Phale?"

Briscoe loads his shotgun and primes it.

"It's been a long time since I've seen a monster movie. I take it a shot to the head will work as well?"

Yes, a shot to the head. Or sever the head from the neck. *pauses*

I think.

Christ!

*Parker slams into the wall next to the PD, firing Gordon's shotgun behind them*

I think they're only a couple blocks behind us!

*she checks Rob, next to her*

You all right? I thought one of them almost had you--

"I fucking *LIKED* this t-shirt. Shit, man!" He rips it off gratuitously, just like his movie heroes always did in such a scenario. Upon the amuse glance of Parker, he wraps his arms around himself, the gun which missed every target feeling cold against the skin of his back.

"I'm fine. How are you?"

"Strangely, I think I'm beginning to enjoy this," she says through chattering teeth. "Must be adrenaline overload. Also, as soon as we're inside? You're wearing my jacket." She places a hot-shot kiss to his bicep. "Don't want you catching cold."

She fires one more time, and then opens the door to the police department.

*taking another potshot and emptying his clip, Rob follows Parker inside the station*

Great. Now I don't have any bullets and I'm down one Modest Mouse t-shirt.

[OOC: Would anyone like to move this to a new fight-the-zombies thread? I'll see if I can find someone to play zombie for us.]

_{[ooc: sure, that works.]}

[[ooc: Sounds cool to me - that way I can ditch Mrs. Smith's duds and trade 'em for something actually useful... Shane may be a lot of things, but a Jackie-Chan-zombie-killer-with-wet-clothes she is not. hehehe]]

[OOC: But that would be very cool. :)]

[[ooc: Well, obviously - but it would hardly be canon... I'm already rather stretching it saying Shane knows how to fight... considering how street-wise she is (and the fact we've only ever actually seen her in one fight on the show), it's certainly better than saying she's a big sissy. Plus, she's a dyke - and she's got a protective streak for her fellow man (and women, of course) a mile wide)... :)]]

OOC: Please do.

Parker put down the shotgun for a minute, and stripped off her wet but oh-so-nicely-insulated jacket, and wrapped it around Gordon.

"Stop. Shivering," she ordered him, rubbing his arms. "Stupid males with their macho heroics. Jesus. Can we get some coffee over here?" she demanded, picking up the gun again. "Freezing wet guy, needs to be warmed up!"

She squinted out the barred windows, wondering if the zombies (ohmigod, zombies) had gotten lost on the way to the police station.

They really were awfully slow.

[New zombie-killin' thread here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/90598.html).

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