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"Oh! Barbarian Cecil!" She turned around, happy to hear him. Though she would of been happier if she could have seen him. "No, I got hit for critical damage and got blind status. It really sucks, and I am seriously hoping it goes away." Like, really hoping.

Justin was here too, though he wasn't in favor of it, along with a few others. "But our generators can't operate forever. They'll go out sooner or later anyway, and a phone call shouldn't sap the power that much. Why not, like, turn all the lights of in the university while we make the call? that would save power."

And then Rook spoke up about something strange. "Wait, theres more monsters? Can you tell us anything about it? Status, weaknesses, colors, places to hit for crit damage?"

[ Dorms ]

Unlike many of the other attendees, Caroline appeared to have survived the day in good (physical) health. The light behind her eyes was just as dim and flickering as always, and the only apparent change she'd made between now and their last gathering was the addition of a pen keeping a lock of her hair tucked back.

She didn't look among the group, as per usual, but was visibly attentive nonetheless, clearly taking great care to weigh each of the hands raised against each of the points presented. It didn't much matter; her mind was made up from the first hint of an answer. Not her answer, but it could help her arrive at it, certainly.

"We're already trapped," she muttered, narrowing her eyes at an empty space, staring in a way that implied that something or someone was there. "Just like before. And I can't wait for--I can't wait that long again."

With a short nod of affirmation to Corey, she indicated that her position was in favor of calling, and closed her eyes in a halfhearted attempt to shut out the sound coming from the radio. When that didn't suffice, she pressed the heel of her palm against her brow with a low groan. It wasn't too late. It couldn't be too late, not after all this time.

Cecil's gaze traveled on instinct to the person that had began to speak to Kammy, his head tilting when they trailed off on their sentence. His lips tugged up into an awkward smile at that awe struck expression not sure what it was about.

"Um...hi. Cecil," He supplied his name and reached out his hand to shake. "Probably seen you around but we've never talked, yeah?"

You're going to touch him, James. Look. He wants to touch your hand. Was this real life? Was this really, for realsies happening? He wished he had Twitter. Or instagram. Something. There were not enough hashtags in the world to describe this moment.

He adjusted his glasses before lightly grasping the significantly taller man's fingers politely. Be cool, James. Be cool.

"I'm James, James Bridges." He let his hand fall back to his side. "You a friend of Kammy's?" He managed, with nary a squeak.

Kammy felt something being pushed into her hands, the cold hard feel of of a steel pole. Her hands clasped around it, placing it on the ground feeling more stable with something to hold onto.

"Wow, thanks for the buff!" She smiled, happy she had a good stick to help her get around.

She couldn't see what James was doing, nor couldn't see Hitsu's glare, but she could hear the conversation. James was nervous about something though. "Whats going on James?" she asked,a little curious. Then she was beaming at Cecil. "Yeah, doesn't he looked like a great barbarian? Good strength, good defense, he'll have some combat skills too. Give it some time and I'm sure he'll max out his level and learn some sweet moves. Then we could take down all the zombies.

It was worth noting that while James was nervous to touch him, Cecil already his his hand on Kammy's shoulder. Jelly James?

As Cecil put his hand protectively on Kammy's shoulder, James' heart melted and was, he was pretty sure, pooled down somewhere around his toes. A real white knight. Taking care of the invalids and protecting the (not actually) defenseless.

Chivalry was hot. James sort of stared dopey eyed a the two of them for a minute before registering that he'd been asked a question.

"Nervous? Me? Oh, well, you know, I just didn't know you had such wonderful friends!" When in doubt, switch to preschool mode. "I think barbarian is a great nickname. Fun and," he gave another quick once over - "certainly not inaccurate! Although, if I may say so, you seem a little more put together than your average lioncloth-wearing wild man."

And then he had to take a moment to appreciate how wonderful it would be if he WERE a loincloth wearing wild man. Cecil? More like Conan.

"Well," he began, "Miss Kammy and I first met when we were cleaning, then, after the whole rioty mess, we ended up in food prep together, fought some undying - she is really great with a net, you know - and did some repair work. She's awfully handy, it's amazing, did you know she patched an entire floor completely blind? It was incredible!" He finished ticking off the items on his hands and clapped them happily.

Cecil's smile never faltered but his gaze did follow James' visual sweep of his person. "Well, I appreciate that." He chuckled, glad that he could make a better impression than a sword toting, lion cloth wearing, wild man.

As James went on to tell the stories of his and Kammy's time together Cecil couldn't help but grin. "She is very adaptive as I've seen. I don't think anything will slow her down." He patted Kammy lightly so that she knew he meant her praise but shifted to Hitsu the moment she arrived.

"Oh uh, my eye is alright." He lifted his hand to gingerly touch around the bruise that had already formed. "It looks worse than it actually is. There is no need to waste anything on it when there are others that could use it more."

He looked Hitsu up and down but she didn't look too out of sorts. Perhaps she had made it out okay but just because he didn't see an injury didn't mean there wasn't one. "Are you doing alright? Did you get hurt?"