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CHANCE - COURTYARD
He staggered sideways, ran into someone, and straightened himself again.

"Yo, Shaggy, lookin' good," said Chance, giving him a mock salute that was not exactly a salute, because Chance's pale face was even paler than it normally was.

"Seems like we've got a bit of an epidemic on our hands or some s**t."



GALE - DORMS
Gale made a sound like an annoyed cat and stumbled to the door, his head spinning. He cast a glance back at Stormy and reached out to give her hand a reassuring squeeze, trying to ignore the fear rapidly rising in his chest.

He'd somehow done this, and he wasn't about to hide it, but he also didn't want Stormy to be stuck in the line of fire should Rep and Lucky come find him.

Gale pulled open the door.

"Nora," he said weakly. "You okay?"



ARORANGI - DORMS
Not hearing Ori in his head was disconcerting; Arorangi stumbled along down the hallway, shaking his head every few seconds to try and dispel some of the dizziness, but it was to no avail. He gritted his teeth against it, plastered a determined look on his face, and kept walking.

Several people rushed by him, followed by a few more that were looking just about as good as Arorangi felt. He gave them an encouraging nod and kept going, one hand on the wall of the hallway to keep himself steady.

He finally reached Lydia's dorm, and by then had at least pushed himself enough that he felt marginally better (but only marginally).

"Lydia?" Arorangi called, knocking on her door and then pushing it open, for once not waiting politely to wait for her to answer. He was too concerned over her safety to warrant his usual hesitations now, his heart hammering in his chest. "Aroha, are you in here?"

[RIPLEY - dormitories]

Weapon?

"…Silent. Yours?" The realization was uncomfortable at best; and all the more reason to get out Finn's room. His efforts to get dressed had doubled.

Finding his coat was a chore, but he did it. It was half around his shoulders when he felt a grip on his arm, pulling on him, forcing him to turn. The hunter turned as he was bid, turning a rather irritated stare towards the one holding onto him. His gaze searched Finn's, taking the time to look his eyes over for any signs of change, though he was quite aware the same thing was being done to him. So far, he seemed normal. You know, as normal as the situation could get.

"You're no catch either." He shoved the grip off of his arm and went back to putting his coat on. "Come on, dumbass." He had nothing of his hunter equipment on him, save for a couple of bandages in his coat. Then, taking a deep breath in an attempt to lessen the nausea, he grabbed the handle the dorm door, and opened it to disappear into the red hallway.

[Courtyard]

Sitting against the wall like a punk, with a punk, made Maebe think she should have had a cigarette in her hand, for maximum cool factor. It was a shame that she didn't smoke, and Taym was nowhere nearby. Instead, when she looked to see who was, she saw Dawson talking to Chance, and slumped her shoulders until her head lolled down between her knees.

Where was the alarm for person you're crushing on and therefore were trying not to see for a while? Who forgot to replace the batteries on that one?

At least Chance was there. She hardly knew the man, but he looked like a fair buffer in case things got dicey. The last thing she wanted to do was throw away her newfound lifestyle by being bitter at Dawson when he didn't deserve it. He'd done nothing to deserve the snap of her tongue, even as it rose up to meet him. Nothing. Literally. Nothing. And that was the problem.

That cigarette would have really come in handy, right about then.

Courtyard

"You're such a ******** delight first thing in the morning, you know that?" Despite everything, however, Finn managed to smirk before rubbing a hand over his face. "No, he's quiet too. I never thought I would be unhappy about that."

Another wave of nausea, and Finn was shaking his head, eye closing. He heard the door opening, heard the scuffle of Ripley's feet as he left the room, and he opened his eye again to follow him out.

The hallway was, of course, crowded with those milling around, looking for others, panicking, not knowing what to do. He shoved through them all, following after Ripley until they made it outside, to a courtyard that was also full of people.

Head still swimming, he scanned the area. "There's Jack." He pointed out, seeing the tall man with his beacon of green hair, standing with Leslie of all people. Lifting an arm, he hailed the other man, not really feeling up to making his way all the way over there at that moment.

Nope. Just staying on his feet was hard enough.

"Don't die today, okay?" He mumbled to Ripley, before taking another long, steadying breath.

[Dormitories]

"Felicia," Sherry repeated to herself. "This one here is Mimi." She pointed to girl.

In her mind she reached out to Armagnac again, and her hand moved with reflex. Nothing. "No, I can't." At least it wasn't just her. "It's like my weapon isn't even there." So unsettling. The nervous knot in her chest grew.

"Phones are down, too. At least mine is. Is yours?" She gave Mimi another pat and looked at Felicia.

Quinn - Courtyard

it seemed rather pointless to him staying inside the Dorms, if the threat was in there he was certain there would have been more noise and less chatter in the halls. It probably would have been safer to stay there, Maybe?

The courtyard seemed safe enough.

He really did need to get out more instead of locking himself into the Research department and paper pushing, all the same, he spotted a group of hunters he was actually somewhat familiar with. Sliding over he greeted them with a nod. "Hi guys, long time! Uh...Does...anyone know what is going on?" He didn't like getting woken up, not around 4 AM if possible, but it wasn't exactly surprising either.



[Quinn
50/50
Virus: 3]

[ courtyard ]

Lucky was not used to people offering him positive motivation. He regarded Wilson's stare like a deer in the headlights, before averting his gaze in mental defeat. He took a breath. "You're right. You're right."

"Hey," he greeted Bradley uncertainly. Shiloh's appearance garnered a look of surprise, horror, and then finally, acceptance-slash-relief. Lucky kind of deserved to die this way. Wilson's comment startled him again, less so than before though. Had he been that obvious...? Maybe it was because he'd spent every night since the incident lying awake and waiting for it to happen. "Oh, um. I'm not - I'm not sure what this is, actually. But I, uh, I have a good guess."

"I think we might be under attack. Something is looking for the island, and I think it found us."

"If it's here..." He made a valiant effort to try to spot Gale in the crowd, but there was no sign of him. He wasn't going to find any help in explaining this, but he wouldn't throw Gale to the wolves until it was clear this was, indeed, all Gale's fault. "It can spread a... a disease. Like a virus. And..."

And other than seeing Gale shrivel up into a blackened husk of a mouthpiece for an entity beyond mortal comprehension, Lucky had no idea what that disease actually looked like.

"Just don't get sick?" Lucky offered unhelpfully as he noticed how many pairs of eyes were now on him. It was probably a good idea not to tell people that there was a chance of transforming into 'something not quite human'. He didn't know where the lies ended and the truths began with Charlotte sometimes, but he had seen enough convincing evidence that he believed her on this. And therefore, wanted to be as far away as possible from the epicenter of the disaster. "I- I mean... Maybe it's nothing, though. It could just be training..."

He didn't sound like he believed a word of his own excuses.