Snow isn't the type to often show up at the university, but Barking-Shadow told her to wait in the Maxwell Brooks Library for him (only nominally open on the first floor as a study area) while he ran home for supplies he forgot to pack earlier- he's meeting some girl in charge of a student group that wants to protest animal testing at the local drug company, which is ultimately less interesting to Snow than the obvious 'crush' (this is the word, she has learned) he has on her. The animals in question are rabbits; the real concern is that Pentex has taken them from creatures who might otherwise eat them, or so Snow stubbornly insists on seeing it.

But all of that is unimportant, besides waiting for him to come back as she sits with her feet on a desk and stares down anyone who might tell her to take her boots off of there. It's quiet here, at least, with all of the humans gone home for 'spring break', and she finds that she doesn't mind the way it smells, until she catches the hint of something that shouldn't be here. She thinks. She turns her head, mildly interested, and so she's the first person to see the dead man stumble through the glass doors at the front.

She isn't the first person to approach him, that honor going to a human in cowboy boots who went to offer help and promptly lost the front of his throat, and she certainly doesn't scream, because that would be silly- instead, as more of these things approach, she stands up and pulls out her knife as she considers the situation. Maybe she should go outside- yes, it will give her more room to move, so towards the doors she merrily heads. She is by now apparently the only person not screaming. Awkward.

Team Grope, ASSEMBLE.

If Livvie had known that Harry was in the library she might have stopped by to bother him but she was, in fact, in one of the computer sciences buildings, talking to a friend of a friend about some of her photographs.

The ones of the growing Paradox, actually.

She felt it before she saw it and the building was immediately put on lockdown (several million dollars of equipment and zombies don't mix) but fortunately there were about...a dozen people in the building, all told, and 3 of them were mages.

Make that two.

Three floors, 80 yards and .2 seconds later Livvie's in the courtyard, not far from science building, looking for signs of life and their approximation to signs of unlife.

To anyone coming past she probably just looks like some strange sort of junkie holding her cellphone open and staring at nothing. When a nearby shambler decides she looks delicious there's a high pitched whine from everywhere and nowhere before it's blasted about 15 feet away from her.

Then it gets back up. Then Livvie starts cursing a blue streak.

Emily is on campus to visit her 'boyfriend', and she's dressed for the occasion in a pleated blue skirt and a form-fitting white t-shirt paired with cute red flats. The fake glasses keep catching her hair in their clasps and it's annoying, but such are the things she has to put up. She's just texted him (where r u? come let me in ^_^) from where she's sitting in the bus shelter when she looks up and spots a woman in severe need of a shower approaching a cluster of students waiting to catch buses home, and doesn't think anything of it until she bites one of them.

Emily half-starts up, even if she'd deny it, and then witnesses the girl being bitten tear off the woman's rotting ear, which clues her into the fact that perhaps there is something worse than an ordinary assault. She considers telling Danny to stay inside, decides not to, and leaves the bus stop after she sees the crowd tear the woman off and go running.

But there are more dead men walking, and so Emily is still for a moment as she scans campus and decides where she'll go next.

At this time of night over Easter weekend, O'Dea's ground level computer lab is mostly deserted.  Moses considers the quiet one of the perks counting a family member amongst the faculty; he can traipse around the campus at times when most other folks - including his father, actually - are home, like sane people. 

But he has a paper due and with the sudden recent introduction of BEING A WEREWOLF in his life, he is finding time management a little more difficult.  Thus, here he is, struggling to comprehend Andrea Dworkin and failing spectacularly.  It is around the same he decides to just give up and go home (maybe he will call Broken Flowers and see if she understands this ;___;) that the noises start up outside.  College students will use essentially any holiday to get shitfaced, so the shrieks are par for the course at first, but then they don't stop, and there's a crash on the little stone patio beyond the swinging doors.  Moses, now more than a little concerned, shoulders his bag and heads for the exit.

The extra set of senses he carries around now are more often than not just downright confusing, and he really doesn't need them to tell that there's something wrong at this point, but --all the same he kind of wishes his ability to smell was a little less astute, because the smell of death is heavy on the air, and things that should not be moving ...are moving.

Two of them, moving like they're barely conscious of their own movements let alone one another's - Moses suffers a momentary kind of synesthesia where they look like people and should be people, but are not, and actually let's just go back to Andrea Dworkin now.  No?

Okay, fine.

HALP.  :(

A typical night for a Nosferatu in Port Obscura goes something like this: wake up, tend to any responsibilities, skulk about, feed if necessary, skulk about some more, maybe visit the city's nest, in which case they may proceed to skulk about in packs instead.

A typical night for a Nosferatu in Port Obscura, going by the name of Grave, on the other hand, goes a little something like wake up, tend to the pets, have a lovely conversation with a dead man, skulk about, feed if necessary and skulk about some more.

Tonight, however, the latter of the two patterns has been broken. Broken in an absolutely spectacular manner, even, as Grave slips through the grating that separates his little block of sewer from the catacombs only to be attacked by his usual conversational partner. Twice.

It is not a terribly pleasing way to begin his evening.

In fact, so displeasing is it that he soon follows the entire encounter with a rather righteous bout of storming right on up the two flights of stairs from the lowest catacombs, past a good number of empty caskets which had not been empty the previous evening and out to the ground level exit from the mausoleum. Even before he gets there, the doors have been thrown open wide and what he sees beyond them is even less pleasing than what he found downstairs. Open burial plots, shambling corpses. A great deal of the cemetery - his cemetery! - is really quite a mess.

As if he needed any more displeasing events to start his night off right.

"Mary, mother of God," Grave practically splutters in aggravation, too frustrated to even apply a Mask. "If you're going to dig yourselves out of my lawn, you could at least have the decency to get out of my lawn entirely!"

It's probably a very good thing that the better part of the normal folks around the area are out of town tonight.