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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[bigdamnprincipal]

"Morale detail, huh?" Zoe says, smiling softly. "That sounds like an interesting job." She takes a chocolate from the basket. "Do people seem to be doing all right in here? I don't know if the gym was designed to hold everyone in the town."

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

She glances around, taking stock and trying to report as best she could. Something about this woman brought out the military in her. "The students have organised several stations, and a few of the townies have set up a food line. Hot drinks, hot meals, as well as ration packs. There's a medical station set up, but Dr. Pevensie is the only doctor we have on hand at the moment. Blair is organising blankets and warm clothes and Maia is finding beds for displaced townies so we should be moving people out soon." Don't salute, Ivanova. She's the dean, not your commanding officer.

[bigdamnprincipal]

It's good to be around other military types. They're the ones who know how to get things done, after all. "Sounds like the food situation is covered. And if everyone gets put somewhere, won't that be a pleasant miracle?" Zoe smirks. "Thank you for filling me in. I think I'm going to check on Dr. Pevensie, to see if she needs any help. And forgive me, I don't believe I caught your name."

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"Ivanova, ma'am. Susan Ivanova." She bit back the 'commander' bit. "I'm a senior. If you need a hand, give me a shout." She smirked. "Apparently I'm being paged by 'STELLAAAAAA!' at the moment. Oh, and coffee is being handled by the small cat in the suit and tophat, I believe. You might need some."

[bigdamnprincipal]

"Well Susan, it's good to meet you. I'll be sure to call for you if I need anything - and I'll try to remember the proper way to page you."

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"Please, ma'am, call me Ivanova," she replies with a bit of a wince. "Well, back to my rounds." She did salute this time before disappearing back into the crowd. A small origami crane fell off her shoulder, wafted towards the ground, recovered itself, and fluttered after her.