Announcement and Refugee Hosting in The Gym, Friday Evening

[agent-principal.livejournal.com]

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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[nadiathesaint]

Nadia comes in carrying a bunch of posters. She tapes several up on the walls, then runs back out and comes back in with a bunch of blankets and spare snacks from her room.

[gikkingen.livejournal.com]

The Baron notices the posters and frowns. Missing cat? That was his line of work. Especially any creature out in this weather. But first things first. "Excuse me, miss," he says, stepping in front of her smartly. "There is a drop-off point for extra blankets over there, and if you wish to donate food to the cause, you can leave it there." He smiled. "And I will help you look for your cat when the storm clears."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia blinks, looks over at the tables, and nods. She's hard pressed not to stare at the cat in front of her for too long, but manages it with a relieved smile. "Thank you. I'm pretty worried about him. I'm Nadia."

[gikkingen.livejournal.com]

The Baron sweeps off his hat and gives her a bow. "A pleasure, Miss Nadia. I am Baron Humbert von Gikkingen, Cat Business Office." He hands her a wee business card. "Currently acting as rations-wrangler."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia smiles wider at the Baron's gentlemanly behavior and takes the card. "Thanks again. I'll just drop this stuff off. Do you need any help with the 'rations-wrangling'?"

[gikkingen.livejournal.com]

"I believe I have it under control," the Baron replied urbanely. "There are others who may require assistance more than I." He bows again. "To my duties, then."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Furball ran off?" Walter made a face, but decided that he and Nadia were friends, so it didn't matter whether he had a grudge against her cat. "If you cannot find him before the storm lets up, I can try to get Pup to help track him. Hellhounds have good noses."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia nodded, glad Walter didn't seem interested in causing Furball any actual damage. Unless he wanted Pup to eat him. Which was a possibility. "Thanks. I'm kinda hoping he's just hiding in the basement, or the vents or something, but I've looked everywhere."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"I hope so. Let me know if you need help, though. After the emergency is over."

Walter had soup to make, though. "Did I hear that they brought Carita's here?" If anyone would know, it would be Nadia.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shrugged. "I think I saw Lorne talking to Mac when I came in, so maybe they converted the shop. I really know for sure, though."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"I suppose it does not matter. I need to get back to cooking anyway. Drop by and dinner will be on me."

He frowned.

This was Nadia.

"Not literally."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia snapped her fingers with an aw, shucks expression. "I have to go put up more posters. I might take you up on that dinner, though. Bye!"