Wandering the hallways, sunday morning

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Jake had also heard Zoe's announcement. He'd contemplated it for all of five seconds, and then stuffed all his coffee and related products into his backpack. Protecting the coffee was the most important thing. Therefor he was currently stalking the hallways, figuring that being on the move would be safer. He might be a little jumpy.

First Floor Lobby, Sunday Morning

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

The Doctor had been well informed of the trolls from Jane, and last night's radio had spurred him into some resemblance of organization. First stop, the dorms.

He didn't have access to the PA System or anything, so he had a megaphone in the lobby.

"Attention please, attention please! We have captives in the very large mansion in town, and we should not be snug in our beds while this occurs! Who is willing to organize, willing to face the belly of the beast and be unafraid to scritch it in order to achieve our goals? There is danger, certainly, but there are lives in possibly mortal peril. Come one, come all. We shall seperate the men from the boys, the whites from the yolks, the chaff from the... whatever it is you seperate chaff from. Prove yourselves! You all think that you're so grown up and brave, well now is the time to prove it!"

[ooc: A post to organize at least part of the rescue attempt. Come one, come all.

EDIT: Plan of attack has been announced!

Link for Group to the Front!

For attacking the rear!]

Fifth floor common room, Sunday evening

[nadiathesaint]

After seeing the group off in the first floor lobby, Nadia had returned to her room to sulk brood try to get some more sleep.

It hadn't really worked. Her shoulder still hurt, but she still wasn't icing it. Instead, she'd taken even more tylenol and was now curled up on the edge of the couch in the common room, staring out the window as if she could keep an eye on the rescue attempts from there.

A distraction from her thoughts would be a welcome thing.

[ooc: open for any other noncombatants]

First Floor Lobby, Sunday night - Post -everything, with pizza

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

Evie had pizza.

Evie had a big warm sweater and socks and a throw and slippers and a huge Cherry Coke and pizza Jack bought her, after the clinic, and a couch in the lobby.

Evie was pretty happy with life as it stood right then.

[ooc: for time_agent but open to anyone else who needs some post-fight recovery]