First Floor Lobby, Friday Morning

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TELEPORTING SERVICES (NO FOG)

555-BAMF

By the door in the lobby there was still a box of gas masks that had been there since last night, a clipboard for signing them out, and a plate of crumbs that used to be butterscotch morsel cookies. The poster about them was still on the wall.

Also on the wall was a much cruder, plainer sign that Kurt had taped there.

Kurt himself was asleep lying upside-down on the couch, his feet in the air and his head hanging off by the floor. His snores almost drowned out the infomercials playing on the television, but not quite.

[OOC: Feel free to sign out a gas mask, or just mod having taken one. Also feel free to wake the sleeping mutant for Kurty-back rides.]

First Floor Lobby, Friday Evening: Stealth Meeting of Stealthy People

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Elena had put a few signs up, in the dorms and around town. Last-minute affairs, nothing fancy, just marker on scraps of paper.

SNEAKY PEOPLE
COME TO THE LOBBY
AT 8 PM
TO DISCUSS WAYS
WE CAN HELP

And so she was there at 8, waiting for people to show up and trying not to feel self-conscious.

( Stealth Team Assemble! )

(OOC: this is the planning meeting for the Stealth Team -- people who got RNG'd in as well as anyone who got RNG'd out! Because, hey, why not? Please wait for the OCD!)

Locker 327, Then School Grounds - Friday Morning

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When Locker 327 decided to be odd and not just another locker (that had survived an alien attack), things and people were often sucked in, but only let out when the locker was good and ready.

On rare occasions, such as this one, Locker 327 found itself containing an occupant who was putting up a fight. On this particular occasion, Locker 327 was finding itself on the losing end of the fight.

The noises coming from the locker suggested there was a quarrelsome rhinoceros, a big, ugly, hairy yak wearing some wax lips and a gopher horde inside. Some rattling and shouting later and Edmund Pevensie emerged, covered in soot and carrying a can of gopher repellent. He slammed the locker door shut and backed away, wagging a finger at the locker. "I've had it with this place getting me lost or sucking me in or locking me in a room when something big is going on. Not this time. I'm putting my foot down. Understood?"

The locker swung open and spat out his notebook, which was now covered in rhino spit and yak hair, before slamming shut again. "Good then." Edmund snatched up his notebook and grimaced at it before hurrying out into the fog.

[OOC: For those out and about at this fine hour.]

The roof [Friday night]

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The roof of the dorms wasn't precisely above the fog, but it was high enough up that visibility was, marginally, better. So Triela wandering around the edge with an optics-enhancing rifle scope as long as her arm. It wasn't actually attached to a rifle, she was mostly using it as a telescope at the moment.

She scowled at another indistinct shape in the distance.

After all this was over she was going to have to buy some new gear. Probably something from some other dimension. Because it was really annoying to not be able to see any of the countless targets she knew had to be out there.