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Announcement and Refugee Hosting in The Gym, Friday Evening

The P.A. crackles to life.

"We shall be opening our doors to the poor, powerless townsfolk. They are to gather in the gym. Volunteers to help organize blankets, bedding, food, and etcetera would be very welcome."

Smith then walks down to the gym, props open the doors, and walks away. This was going to be a mess, and he felt ignoring it would be the best method to deal with it, rather than letting his head explode. Again.

[ooc: Huzzah! Townies can come to this post for their safety and warmth! Screening is disabled! Students and Teachers are welcome to organize something... but as it's an emergency, we hath not actually organized the refugee effort! Organize! Be Swift! But above all, interact and have fun!]

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Alfred nodded. "I'm glad to hear that all is well then. The Troopers do seem to be very capable. I assume this is your friend? Would you two care to assist us in passing out food?"

Muta looks very eager, but the Baron stomps on his tail even harder, pinning him in place. "I would be happy to assist you, Alfred. Muta, on the other hand, is going nowhere near anything edible. Muta, go help somewhere else."

The fat white cat looked murderous, but obligingly trundled off, dropping to all fours when he was a short ways away.

Alfred nodded. "Well, you could cook, you could help pass out food, but what I need the most is someone to help me supervise. I find myself the de facto food coordinator and I need someone to make sure that everyone gets something to eat."

The Baron looks down at his wee feline hands. "Perhaps in this case I am most suited to supervising. I shall do my best to ensure all are fed. Except Muta. He's eaten the entire stock of Jeff, the God of Biscuits today, I'm sure."

Alfred nodded. "I thought you might be best suited for that. Aside from obvious phsyical limitations your bussiness skill lends itself to this sort of endavour."

The Baron bowed. "Anything to be of service."

Alfred sought out the Baron and upon finding him, tapped him on the shoulder. "Baron, I'm going to go talk with the man who appears to be in charge. Do ou think you can keep a handle on things until I get back?"

The Baron nodded. With a delicate little leap he gained the table top, where it was easier to observe what was going on, and strode down the line.

Alfred strolled back after his conversation with Tommy. "Well," he said after finding the Baron. "We've been officially put in charge of food. How is everything going?"

"Very well," the Baron nodded. "Aside from your staff, Madam Deb, and Mr. Wonka, several students have donated snacks and military ration packs. Miss Kiki is dispensing plain water, and I believe tea is being served." He smiled. "But I'm sure you already knew all of that."

Alfred smiled. "I did, but it's good to hear your opinion. Any thought on what we could do to help things?"

The Baron looked out over the crowd. Well, into the crowd. Over would require a bit more height. "Perhaps moving hot drinks closer to the entrance, organising the snacks and ration packs in one area for those who need something, but not a full meal. Other than on the food end, the students seem to have it in hand. Extra blankets, spare beds, medical assistance. Your opinion?"

Alfred nodded. "I believe one of the students has a tea line going, but it couldn't hurt to move the hot drinks closer. See what you can do about getting the snacks and rations people together. See if Wonka would be willing to be in charge of them, he's handing out chocolates." He stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Did your friend find a way to help, out of curiosity?"

The Baron rolled his eyes. "He's guarding the blankets. And by 'guarding' I do, of course, mean 'taking a nap on them'. Muta was never one of life's volunteers."

"Still, from what you've described, he's a handy person to have around in a pinch, yes?"

The Baron nodded. "It's too easy to maligned Muta, but he is the best of cats. I would always want him at my back."

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