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Outside Room 238, After Fourth Period

Sam knocked on the door, ready to help set up for that evening. After all, they needed somewhere to store the extra party snacks, right?

She looked at her To Do list:

Weapons Drop Off/Pick Up
First Aid/Medical Area
Comms
--Laptops
--Cell Phones
--Ear Pieces

Time to get to work.

[ooc: Will eventually be edited to be the support group center.]

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Angel cracked the door open. He looked like he was in a rush. "Hey, Sam. C'mon in."

"Angel. Thanks." Sam made her way into the room. Slung over her shoulders was a bag full of spare electronics equipment, extra stake holsters, and some tools. "I wanted to get started setting things up early. Feel free to leave me alone in here if you've got someplace else to be."

Pick up and drop off weapons, tech, and comms stuff, good luck wishes, etc. all goes here.

Listen to the broadcasts, worry, go out and come back from the common room.

Medical stuff, welcoming the fighters home.

Seems self explanatory.

Alanna knocked on the door to Angel's room, a rather bulky bag in one hand, and Faithful on her shoulder.

"Yeah," Sam made her way over to the door, thinking she should have propped the door open. "Alanna, hey." She didn't invite the other girl in, just in case.

Yes, her luck really was that bad sometimes. What?

Alanna came into the room, careful not to jiggle her bag too much. "Sam, hey. Who's in charge of the medical stuff?"

Sam winced inwardly, but tried not to let it cross over her face. "Janet Fraiser."

Alanna glanced at her watch and winced. "Can I leave my cat and the stuff I brought with you if I give you a nice explanation of what everything is for?"

"Sure. Let me grab a pad, just in case." She glanced at Faithful. "Is it okay to pet you, or do you not like that? All you sentient animals have different preferences and I don't want to offend anybody."

Sam couldn't believe that sentence had just come out of her mouth.

Faithful glared up at Sam. "Have you ever met a cat who didn't like to be petted?"

Alanna snickered. "Don't worry, he's like a normal cat, only snobby and talkative. Okay, let's see." She began taking out a small assortment of jars out of her bag. "Burns. Scratches. Bruises. Hangovers."

Sam ran her left hand gently, but firmly, down Faithful's back, making sure to scratch his ears, as she took notes. "So, really, only the talkative part is new..."

"Burns, Scratches, Bruises, got it." She wrote. "We can save the hangover stuff for later I think."

Faithful happily purred. "I am not...whatever it is she said."

Alanna rolled her eyes. "Yeah, somehow I figure we'll need it. Um, the other stuff is not very strong, but it should have some effect."

Rory showed up immediately after History of Art, laptop case slung over one shoulder and Vladdie in his bag over the other, and a big box of medical supplies, crosses, and pigs blood in her arms.

She leaned against the door, making enough noise to be considered a knock.

Sam kept scratching, moving on to under his chin.

"Every little bit helps, right? There's stake holsters over there," she pointed, "if you're looking for a more convenient way to carry one and need your hands free."

"It's open!"

John opens the door to his room and jumps a little at the equipment and people inside.

"Dude." He pats his chest. "I thought you were the cops or something."

Rory glanced down at the box and tried to unsuccessfully to shift it to her hip.

"Um. Not helpful in this instance," she called back.

~~So Rory's not stuck outside~~ John opens the door for Rory since she can't open it herself. His eyes widen at the amount of stuff in her hands.

"You're not moving in, are you?"

"StuCo, unfortunately," Angel said. "And Studio Art. But have the run of the place while I'm gone. Sean should stay out of your way."

"No," Rory replied, smiling slightly as she entered and kicking the door shut behind her. "Where do I put medical stuff? And I have blood for Angel. And is Sean around? I brought his puppy BFF."

"Medical stuff you can toss on one of the beds," John says, pointing to his or Angel's. "You can spread stuff out. Blood in the fridge. And I think Angel's at class but Sean's around here somewhere."

Rory set the box down on a bed, and began to pull out bandages, antiseptic, and some of the painkillers Tommy had given her. She let Vladdie out of his bed, and gave him a clearly-marked baby bottle to occupy him while she walked over to the fridge to put the pigs' blood in there.

"Okay. And now I wait to see what we're going to need my laptop for, comm-wise," she mused.

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