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Fast and light footed, America made her way past the conference rooms, keeping an eye out for...well, anything really. But Chel wasn't exactly a hard to spot girl and was pleasantly easy to recognize. Coming up behind the girl, America started to quietly ask, "Hey what happened..."

It was then she noticed the other girl, and couldn't help a confused squint. "You one of those..." she searched her memory and ventured, "...fluffies?"

Second floor, top of right stairs.

Please don't actually leave the staircase. You must move as a group.

Both boys were taken care of, at least kind of. Rabbit was all right and Huxley seemed to be doing better. As loathe as she was to leave the duo, it was becoming obvious that the killer had gone up. Rosie nodded to herself and patted both men on the arms.

"I'm heading up. Rabbit, if we make it out of this, you better come to my bakery so I can make up for wrangling you into my makeshift nurse. There's that table cloth and food at my booth. Use it how you see fit, okay?" Rosies stern stare left no quarter for arguments. She then turned it on Hux. It was, imaginably, much less successful on someone so much taller than herself, "Hux? Get your head looked at. Dont stray too far and stay safe. God only knows how many more whatevers lurk down here."

She turned on heel and followed the path of destruction to the stairs. Fairly winded (look, you just didn't run a lot in a bakery setting, okay?), she veered to the side with the very noticeably female party. Immediately she regretted it. W-wasn't that one if thos--- ay! Rosie shook her head and approached slowly, despite everything in her saying to run. This one wasn't attacking straight off and while her heart pounded furiously, she clutched at her ideals viciously. Dont judge a book by its cover. On closer inwoection, the woman had a fluffy tail and claws. She was reminded of one of Louisa's many phases. Mythical creatures. This was... a werewolf? Hardly seemed like something a person would normally wear to a party like this. It was impossible to tell if she were friend or foe, so Rosie decided to employ some diplomacy.

"Lobo chica, you're not gonna turn on us, right?" Rosie cocked an eyebrow, lips pursing as she looked over the (rather pretty) were.

Diplomacy.... right.

orange first level > right stair case
HP: 20

Autumn knew the necessity of working with the team, and yet. When she laid eyes upon Lily, her voice caught in her throat. She quickly and quietly moved past the others, still on the right stair case, and laid a hand on Lily's shoulder. Her expression was that of concern as she looked the girl over.

"You- you're one of them," she said quietly, still aware that she did not need to make a scene over this s**t just yet.

"And. And Lucas. Where is he? Is he okay? Did you see him? Is he coming here?!" There were so many questions, but hey. She was concerned. And the whatever the ******** tail the girl had, as well as her claws, kind of lumped her in to the were territory.

"What about my mom? Is she okay too?! Did- is anyone looking after her?"

Screams from outside the room could have been any number of things and Lina, with her ears full of laughter, didn't recognize anything to be wary of until something slammed against the door. A yelp slipped from between her lips before a hand clapped itself over her mouth, fingers all but stuffed against her teeth to smother the panicked sound she was making. Nerves were, indeed, fried to a crisp.

Was it cowardly to put everyone else in the room between herself and the door? Yes. Did she care? No. Not right now. Later that could be a source of self-disgust and self-loathing but right now animal instinct for preservation was too strong to struggle through.

When America moved with decisiveness out of the room the brunette hissed under her breath, trying to stay quiet. "What are you doing?! Go away from danger, not toward it!" Falco didn't seem to have enough common sense to stay put and stay safe, either, because he followed right behind without hesitation.

Horror movie logic said that staying together was better than being isolated. But her own form of logic said that hiding under the conference table was the best idea in the world.

Breath hitched as she tried not to cry, overwhelmed and terrified. "D-Don't leave!"

Melina is clinging to the door frame of the East Conference Room, pathetic and sniffling.

first floor orange zone -> right staircase

The gut said follow the police who are probably still armed and sort of know what they're doing, but the intrepid part of Jack's brain said go a different route to scout and take photos. Future collaboration and maybe pulling a pincer maneuver on the creature and s**t. And it was probably going to get him killed, especially since he was following after Chel of all people.

Straight into another group from upstairs. One of which was sporting a tail and ears. Furry or furry? He raised his camera to take a photo of the group at large regardless, one never really knew.

Snap. At least he had the decency to avoid flash.

It was then that he noticed one of them had rabbit feet. Alright, couldn't be just a regular furry. Nobody had that sort of dedication.

"You all saw that were-creature, right?" he asked the group. "Any know where it headed?" He paused, eyes narrowing, gesturing at the animalistic appendages. "You happen to be its friends?"

"C'mon there's like... five of us! We can't freaking stay in that room, what it if comes back?" Falco called over his shoulder to Melina. "Besides! I wanna try and find Zac! He might have some idea what the ******** is going on!"

Zac was the one who implied this s**t happened in some -other- Ashdown. This was not, that he was aware, an 'other' place. There were voices from the stairway, and he headed that direction, glancing back and forth, listening for any sign of life in the doors around them. "Shouldn't we check the other conference rooms? Was there anyone else up here today?"

The Doc had said there was blood. Blood was not a good sign, if they left someone up here hurt... But then blood could also just mean 'someone got their nose busted. He really kind of wanted to pretend it was that option. With the noise and screaming... it was very, very hard to pretend it was that option, but he was trying, because it kept his legs from trying to freeze in place. It let him try and pretend to be braver, more badass, when his bravado felt like it was bleeding out of him.

"C'mon gimme a hand or something, you can stay behind me."

Checking the first conference room after the room the wargs were in like an idiot boss
HP" 20/20