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[nocatchphrase]

Who: Lyle Dylandy and anyone who needs shelter from the storm.
Where: Fire in the Hole
Style: any
Status: OPEN! COME, TAKE HAVEN.

[Lyle is busy gathering up important supplies from the back and moving it into the club/bar area. There are some blankets in a huge pile so people can camp out on the dance floor or use some of the benches

Comments

[feldtgrace]

[Feldt comes running in after Haro, looking a bit funny all bundled up and carrying what few resources she could gather up in a bag, which she sets down on the nearest table once inside.]

[quiero_neil]

Feldt! Feldt! [bouncebounce]

[feldtgrace]

Haro! [holds out her arms for him]

[quiero_neil]

[happily leaps into] Feldt okay?

[feldtgrace]

I'm fine. Are you alright, Haro? [hugs tight to her]

[quiero_neil]

Okay! Okay!

Happy with Feldt!

[feldtgrace]

Then we'll stick together here with everyone else.

[quiero_neil]

Roger! Roger! [snuggles close n-n]

[nocatchphrase]

...Hey.

[feldtgrace]

[looks over as she peels off some of her wrappings]

Hello.

[nocatchphrase]

Glad to see you made it.

[feldtgrace]

Thank you.

[quiero_neil]

[rolling towards her while carrying an undoubtedly scared shitless and traumatized kitten]

Feldt! Feldt! Keep away! Keep away! Make Lockon sick!

[feldtgrace]

[looks over at Haro and stares in shock at the kitten, give her a bit for her brain to reboot]

Haro, isn't that... Patchy?

[quiero_neil]

[extending arms to her] Patchy bad! Patchy bad!

[nocatchphrase]

Haro! Come back here!