003 ✚ [action, for Atlantis cast] Light it up.
[Sweet's been around. Gathering supplies, mostly. Medical things were something he couldn't afford to leave behind. He'd figured out enough in the small amount of time he'd been here so far that when the fences go down, it means something bad. They had students to protect, yeah. That's why they're in the bunkers. He didn't volunteer to go
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She hadn't been alone, at least not technically. She'd stood back from the group. She'd watched the other staff. Most importantly, she'd seen the doctor make another little gathering area. They wouldn't need more than three sleeping bags. Maybe not even that. At most, there were six people who'd likely sit together there, and that was if they kept from killing each other.
In the dark, she brought over and unrolled then unzipped two other sleeping bags. Then, she brought blankets and pillows. If all of them weren't used, she'd take them back to the pile. She hadn't grabbed as many blankets as others might have. After all, they were all used to harsher climates. All of them except for Thatch had survived Iceland, after all.
Helga sighed. There was no avoiding it at this point. So, she sat down on one side of one sleeping bag. It would be immediately obvious why she'd gone out of her way for most of the time she'd been in the common room to keep the right side of her face away from any light. Under her eye, spanning her cheek, was a dark, harsh bruise. She knew what it had to be from, and she knew anyone else who saw it would know too--
Someone had hit her. Hard.
...She just wished she knew who and how.]
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