Joint Reserves Meeting, First Floor Lobby, After Classes

[brat_inslayage]

The food supply wasn’t what it usually was at these meetings; the coffee was courtesy of the common rooms rather than the Perk, and the snacks were whatever could be scrounged up around the dorms. The atmosphere might be a little more serious than usual, too, but then again this sort of thing was what they spent most weeks preparing for, wasn’t it?

“In case no one has noticed so far, there is a maze taking over the town and goblins attacking people,” Maladicta said, clinging to her coffee like it was a lifeline. Possibly because it, you know, was. She also had a tiny, tiny owl on her shoulder that made the picture complete.

Or insane. Whatever.

"And there's no way we know yet to get in touch with people who got taken by goblins, and the phones off the island are dead," Tara added. She looked as if she hadn't slept much -- mostly because she hadn't. "It's just us. Not even all our powers are working right."

She moved over to tack up the notes from the planning meeting the leaders had held the day before. "This is part of what we know so far," she said. "It's not much, other than that this is really bad. But if you can add anything, please do."

Kennedy, as might be expected, had taken a position near Tara; she had her thumbs hooked in her belt loops, her fingers drumming an erratic rhythm, and a pretty serious look on her face. “It looks like physical attacks are a little more effective here, at least in some places. Those of you guys in our group who’ve been out there getting fighty, what’ve you noticed? Anything that works better or worse than anything else? We’ve got the brainy types breaking this down already, but we gotta be prepared to go in, so. Let’s pool what we know, yeah?”

Raven stood quietly for much of the discussion, hiding in the folds of her cloak, face shadowed by her hood. "Has anyone ventured inside the walls?" she asked. "My ability to teleport is affected near the walls, so I suspect a physical approach is required to enter."

"And even more important," Dolf said, seguing in quickly, "Is there enough food and water at the dorms? We need to look through the common rooms. If there isn’t enough for the next week, we will have to find if there is somewhere else we can get it from. Maybe there is something growing near the school?"

He took a breath, and added, "And those of you who do not want to go out, please go to the library to help with looking everything up. The more people the better."

[[cowritten with the smashing inneedofcoffee, life_inshadow, trigons_child, and swordsandsoccer. fighting reserves members, you totally got handwavily notified of the rescheduled meeting. ocd up, up, and away!]]

Bog of What Hutt Died Here? [morning]

[momslilassassin]

Today Ben's investigation had taken a slightly different tack that just looking in books. He'd fallen back on his GAG training and was viewing the abductions for what they were--a crime.

And a criminal investigation required evidence. After scraping off rock samples from different walls in town (maybe he'd be able to discover what property was allowing those walls to grow so fast), Ben pulled his rebreather over his mouth and slowly approached the swamp near the school.

Even with the aid of the rebreather, the stench of rotten eggs was almost overwhelming. He glanced at the rickety bridge, wondering if it would be worth it to construct something a little sturdier.

[OOC: Open! Anyone want to build a bridge?]

2nd Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

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The only reason that Dolf had picked this particular common room was because it was the first one, which meant more people might see it. He was worried about the amount of food they had left in all the fridges; it might keep them going for a few more days at the rate they went through it, but what if this went on for months?

So he'd taken it on himself to do a bit of optional rationing, because he knew he didn't exactly have the authority to tell everyone what to do. He'd gathered meat, and ham, and cheese, and bread, and gotten to work.

Sandwiches. Sandwiches made in the ancient calvinist Dutch tradition of no-more-than-two-slices-of-anything-and-make-sure-there's-only-one-ingredient. He set a large plate full of them down in the middle of the room.

Then he added a note. Please eat no more than three. If you eat some, don't take anything from the fridges tonight! Only you can help with food rationing!

It was possible he took this a little too seriously, even for an invasion. Blame it on the starving children.

... No, seriously. He'd seen a lot.

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