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Jada (outfit)- Dining Room - has magic cancer journal, feather in her hair, and a tray full of knives Heading towards basement door with a tray full of weapons

There was no time. "Heather! Never mind the salt and sage! Get the last of the knives!" Jada was no longer testing anything, piling knives on the tray as fast as she could before lifting it up. "Just carry whatever you can."

Jada staggered, for a moment, under the weight of the metal she had thrown on the tray, but then she regained her balance. Senshi effects were gone, she reminded herself, as though the nausea and AGONY of her missing connection to Scylla wasn't reminder enough-- she had to watch what she lifted, now, too.

She clicked her way down the hall again, leaning her head into the Entertainment Room to yell "May as well get your asses out here and get a knife!" at the occupants before practically trying to set (but practically dropping) the tray of knives down on the closest surface to the newly-opened basement. "If we're going down, we'll have something in our hands, I guess. I'm sure as heck not going down there with nothing if there's someone who wants to EAT ME standing between me and the exit."

She reached out, grabbing for the sharpest knife she could see, and waited for backup.

Heather Beauchamp -- Basement Door

Jada didn't need to tell her twice to grab every sharp thing in sight and make a break for the basement. She even managed to shove a knife into the quaking boy's hands before she followed Jada out of the room, dragging said boy by the wrist with her. He may not have wanted to follow, but Heather was not about to leave him on his own when there was a witch in the basement... and not a good one by the sounds of it.

"We're with you Miss," Heather panted, clutching the knife close to her, trying to contain her own tremor. Of course, this was made easier by the sudden outcry by the boy that she was still holding on to. The pressure must have been getting to him, Heather rationalized, and was about to reach out and try to reason with him when his minor breakdown became a major issue for them all, leaving Heather to gape at Jada for the next move.

Mahogany Shapour -- Basement Door (making bad choices)

Mahogany squawked a bit like Pillar when he was seized by the smaller mouse of a girl. This was not the way he was used to being treated. Besides the obvious being trapped and having his life threatened, Mahogany Shapour was notg someone others just yanked around.

Finally, the indignation that had been brewing in his belly burst to life. Heather spoke, but he didn't hear her. Instead, he ripped his hand from Heather's and looked at her with reproach for just a moment before he finally scoffed and cried, "I'm done being dragged around like a lame dog!"

The girl only watched him passively, which only served to piss him off more. What, did she think she was better than him? Mother of Birds over there made herself the leader, who the hell did that? And now Glinda had made herself his babysitter like he was a child! No. This ended now. He was taking hold of the situation again. He was taking control of himself again.

Without another thought, Mahogany threw the basement door open and began down the stairs, tequila bottle still in his hands.