thatsamilkshake | Room 511, Wednesday Night

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Room 511, Wednesday Night

Well, there was a room there. There may or may not have been a roomie, and there was probably a kitty hiding somewhere, but there was definitely no Francine.

[OOC: open to anybody who might have a reason to come looking for her, and of course the roomie if so desired! ETA: Francine's not there, but you're welcome to camp out and interact with each other! ~~It said that all along RLY. Look, zombies ate my brain, mmkay?~~]

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"I don't know! It just happened!" Dinah flailed a bit, still on edge from the experience. "We told the doctor at the clinic and she said she'd take care of it then we had to get Priestly back here and they were like the zombies on Monday and I don't know, Merlin, I just...."

Yeah, Dinah's a little stressed.

"There were others on Monday?" He needed to--make sure Arthur didn't blindly run off to fight them.

"No, not here, I-- sorry, I'm telling this all wrong." Dinah took a breath, tried to calm herself. "The Gun Club. We went through a portal to a mall. We went there before, for lazer tag, it was fine," she added. "Only this time, there were zombies." And a full-body shudder for that memory, thanks. "And, and, we ran for the atrium, and waited for the portal to show up, and left them all back there." She shook her head, hard. "I don't know why they're here too!"

"Have you talked to anyone about it?" Merlin asked. Because... really now. "Any teachers?"

"Mr. Algren was there on Monday." Dinah blinked at him, then straightened. "Oh! You mean, since this evening? No, just the doctor at the Clinic. I guess, tomorrow morning, yeah." She bit her lip, then winced. "Mr. Deadpool, maybe?"

"The odd man in the red--" Jester's costume. "Outfit?"

"He's the vice principal, and he's scary, and he's maybe-crazy, and he fights ninjas." All of which qualified him in Dinah's mind to know what to do. "And he can figure out how to tell everyone to stay inside, or take shelter, or whatever." Dinah firmly believed in telling authority figures when something was attacking. "Or maybe the police... oh! Radio." She took a breath. "Maybe they know already. I'll check Radio, figure out who to call from that."

Somewhere... Deadpool was shuddering over the responsible behavior thought upon him.

"But we can't always believe radio," Merlin pointed out.

"Okay, then, then, the Principal. Or Detective Constable Day. I will, I'll call somebody, or go in person." Dinah hugged herself again, then rubbed her face. "The doctor at the Clinic will back it up. I think." She sighed and looked around Francine's room.

Do not wonder where she is. No. She's with Katchoo. End of story.

"People really need to be warned," Merlin said, most certainly thinking about where Francine may be.

God help whatever zombie bit her.

"I know, Merlin. I know." Dinah's voice may have cracked there. "Monday was bad enough, I don't want anyone else to live through a re-run of that, and Priestly could've been really hurt, and Leto's a tree if Emmett's not a liar, and..." She took a breath. C'mon. Suck it up. "Yes. Okay. Right. Doing that thing."

"Emmett doesn't lie so much as not say certain things," Merlin said, giving her a slightly awkward attempt at an arm over her shoulder.

"Yeah?" Dinah remembered the DVD, and laughed a little. "Oh, right. Yeah. Okay, so yes." She closed her eyes and leaned into Merlin, took a breath, then nodded. "Calling tonight. Leaving messages if no one's there. Calling tomorrow, if I don't hear back, and going in." Plan. Good plan. See? She could deal. She opened her eyes to look at Merlin. "She's fine. She's definitely fine, you know."

Merlin just nodded. For Dinah's sake more than anything. "I'm sure she is."

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