First Floor Lobby, Thursday Afternoon

[trigons_child]

After her morning visit with Anakin, Raven decided to settle in the lobby close to the entrance to the dorms. If the fog was affecting people's minds or creatures were out there injuring anyone, she wanted to be available to offer healing. Or if she sensed nearby violence or heard a cry for help, she could send her Soul-Self into the fog to help. She wasn't sure about venturing out herself, not after what had happened with Kennedy.


[Open to any in need of healing or who don't mind being harassed about being healed or who just might be passing through, of course.]

6th Floor CR, Thursday Afternoon

[bitten_notshy]

Tony was running a bit late today, so it was Jack who got to the sixth floor first and cleared a space for a rehearsal. He kept glancing out the window at the fog as he did; he still didn't like this one bit.

The cast had all received a handwavey email telling them where and when to meet to rehearse. Jack trusted that the townies involved wouldn't be too heartbroken to miss a week, circumstances being what they were.

"We're on act three this week," Jack announced. "No muffins, but there's probably left over cake from the party last night if you poke around enough. Tony will be here to direct in a moment."

[OOC: OCD on its way, Tony modded with permission.]

1st Floor Rec Room - Wednesday Night

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

Kyle didn't like the fog. He didn't like not being able to see what was going on around him. The result of that had been Kyle spending the week not straying from the dorms. The dorms were defensible, had clean enough air and supplies. Not that he was too worried yet, since it was just fog and the occasional weird story, but he always sized up where he was staying in terms of defensibility and supplies.

The TV was on in the background, just white noise at this stage, but Kyle wasn't paying attention to that. He was sitting and looking out the window, watching the dark. Anything could be out there in this visibility and that bothered him.

[OOC: Open all night, rather like Denny's, only without the grease and vague smell of pot.]

First Floor Lobby, Thursday Evening

[thatsamilkshake]

The box near the doors to the outside world marked a minor event in the history of Fandom: the first time Francine Peters had ever gone near the Fandom High weapons locker.

It wasn't, however, filled with weapons; it was filled with gas masks. The selection was pretty varied, from WWI and WWII through contemporary and even a few that looked like they hadn't quite been invented yet.

Next to them was a clipboard for signing them out, a plate of butterscotch morsel cookies, and a large poster taped to the wall.



[OOC: Feel free to stop in, sign one out, hang around, or just mod having picked one up if you need to. Post is open like an open lobby, but Francine is absent due to migraine. Mine. ETA: And Kurt is also offering brimstone-scented fog-free transport within!]