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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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[ooc: Sorry that took so long. LJ was mean.]

"Cool, Wonka bar!" Victor exclaimed, happy to see his favorite candy. "Thanks a lot!"

He opened the candy up and took a bite. "I'm sorry if we freaked you out. We kinda do that sometimes."

Ivanova smiled. "No, I wasn't freaked out. Just wanted to give you some privacy. Well, that and I wasn't having a very good day - one of those 'nobody likes me, everybody hates me, out in the garden gonna eat some worms' days - and seeing other people happy was just rubbing it in." She sticks out a hand. "I'm Ivanova, by the way."

Victor stuck out his non-chocolatey hand and shook Ivanova's. "Victor Borkowski."

He looked at the candy she was carrying. "So, do you usually pass out chocolate during a crisis?"

"No, usually in a crisis I'm on the bridge of my ship barking out orders and probably getting blown up," she replies wryly. "I much prefer this. I work at Wonka's Sweets Shoppe, so when the power went out and the clonetroopers came around, we grabbed as much as we could carry and headed out."

"Oh, you work at Wonka's," Victor said with a nod and a bite of his candy. "I got drunk off your soda once."

She raised an eyebrow. "Y'know, that could be taken as a really horrible euphemism for something."

He choked on his candy a little bit. "Huh?" he asked ~~because this ahd nothing to do with giraffes nor egos~~.

She laughed and shook her head. "Never mind." Abruptly, her crane tumbled out of the air. She squawked and shoved the basket of chocolate at Victor, grabbing for her little origami crane, which lay rather limply in her hand. "I think I have a medical emergency . . ."

"Um...your crane doesn't look so good...Maybe you should take it to Alanna and see if she can fix it."

Ivanova prodded it with a finger. "C'mon little guy, wake up. At least until I find Tonks. Please . . ."

The crane twitched and fluttered, as if making a brave effort. It rose into the air and hovered. Ivanova smiled, rather watery. "Good little guy. Here, have a rest." She plucked it out of the air and tucked it away in the safest place she could think of - her cleavage. "He'll be fine. I hope." She shook her head. "Showing concern for a piece of paper. Oh, Fandom, how weird thou art."

Victor ~~and the mun~~ shook his head and blushed. "I gotta get going," he said, handing Ivanova her basket and walking off quickly.

Now it was Ivanova's turn to wonder what made him disappear in a huff. She shrugged and wandered off.

[[PH34R t3h nerd cleavage! *snicker*]]

[ooc: *runz from teh boobiez!*]

[[*chases with teh OOC icon of s3x*]]

[ooc: Sorry, miss, I be taken. *points to icon*]

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