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[rebelheartalien]

At some point during the night or day, a sign went up in the main bar.

It just reads:

Could friends and family of Kim Bauer, Shelley Winters, Nita Callahan and Trillian Astra please contact Michael Guerin or Ford Prefect as soon as possible?

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[angela_edmunds]

Angela reads the note, alarmed.

Oh, god...what's happened?

And she doesn't know either of those people, and she's beginning to panic a little.

[rebelheartalien]

Michael is keeping an eye on who reads the note, when he can be in the bar, and comes over.

"You know one of them?"

[angela_edmunds]

"Kim's my mom. And Nita...she's like my aunt. What's going on?" she asks, trying and failing to keep her voice from shaking.

[rebelheartalien]

He winces.

"...I'm sorry. I think... they're in a lot of trouble."

[thelastearthman]

A hastily-writtem response is soon pinned underneath it.

I'm here.

What the bloody hell is going on?

-Arthur

[wizard_kit]

Underlined thrice:

TALK.

followed by,

~ Kit Rodriguez. (plus on behalf of Carmela, Dairine Callahan and Roshaun whose last name you don't really need)

[rebelheartalien]

"Right here", comes a tired voice from behind him.

[rebelheartalien]

He doesn't see any of them. But Michael's in the bar, not too far away, glancing over at the noticeboard frequently.

[rebelheartalien]

"...I put that there, yeah. Do you know one of them?"

[puckishly]

Puck's eyes narrow at the sign.

This can't bode well.

[onehoopyprefect]

Ford notices the man looking at the sign.

"Which one did you know?" he asks softly from a nearby table.

[puckishly]

The fairy turns to him sharply.

His gaze is cool and assessing.

"Nita Callahan."

[onehoopyprefect]

"Ah."

He turns haunted eyes up to the fae.

"They're gone."