Caritas - Sunday afternoon [Closed for business]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

GOB hadn't left the bar. No way was he leaving his magically protected business when there were trolls on the loose.

The bar was technically closed, but he wasn't going to turn anyone away who wanted to come in as long as they didn't seem likely to pick a fight. And if they were likely to pick a fight, he would be hiding behind the bar.

[OOC: Open for strategizing, not for business unless the strategizing people want drinks. No OCD threads from me.

And if you're meant to be here for the meeting, Zoe handwavily contacted you and told you to meet here. This means everyone involved in the finale, both the strike team and distraction. If you don't want to deal with showing up here, you can handwavily be picked up along the way.

Oh, and this is NOT the nightly Caritas post. That will be up later on.]

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[bigdamnprincipal]

After remembering the protection spell on Caritas, Zoe headed straight there, to work on setting up a safe base of operation from which to work. As much as she wanted to be at the school, this place was a lot safer than her office.

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

This was the principal woman that even Becky was scared of.

Hidden behind the bar, GOB said, "Good afternoon, Principal. What can I do for you?"

[bigdamnprincipal]

Zoe peered around for a moment before glancing behind the bar. "Oh, hi there. I wasn't sure if anyone would be here. I'm trying to find a safe place to gather people, to figure out a plan to fight the trolls."

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

GOB rose from behind the bar and went into salesman mode. "Well, Caritas is about as safe as you're going to get. Need any refreshments for the meeting?"

[bigdamnprincipal]

Zoe couldn't help but laugh as he smoothly shifted gears. "Well, I know I could certainly use a drink."

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"Of course," GOB said, getting a drink together for her. "So, how's this troll stuff going?"

GOB still wasn't positive that it was all true. He heard about it from a nun he knew to be a heavy drinker and it was confirmed by a Mountie who once told him about a guy who was in love with a bird. They weren't exactly the most trustworthy people as far as he was concerned.

[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

After getting her ribs handwavey taped up, Jane needed a fucking drink.

So she headed for Caritas. Do not pass go. Do not collect $2.

Yes, just $2. She's from the 1870's, that's a lot of money.

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

GOB passed over a bottle of whiskey when he saw Jane come in. "I'm taking a guess here and thinking you'll want this."

[bigdamnprincipal]

"No one's died yet, which I'm considering a medium-sized miracle with the way the students seem to fling themselves into battle," she said. "But I have information that will hopefully get rid of them for good, once everyone gets organized."

[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

"How did you fucking know?"

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

The Doctor wasn't quite ready to let Jane out of his sight, and had followed her, bandages or no bandages. His left eye was beginning to bruise, and he'd splints on a couple fingers of his right hand.

"G'day everyone," he said, limping in.

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

The Doctor nodded a bandaged head at Zoe.

"I'm not going to get in trouble for, erm, inciting the students towards violence, am I?"

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"Lucky guess," GOB said. "You okay?"

[preacher-custer.livejournal.com]

Jesse? Had really been pissed that one of his neighbors kept playing some stupid movie at top volume for the past couple of days.

He'd have to blame his friend Mr. Daniels for not catching on sooner.

So, off for hair of the dog and some clue as to what the hell was actually happening.

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"Good," GOB said, happy that he'd be able to leave his business soon. "I'll let you get on with the planning, then."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter walked into Caritas, somewhat concerned. When the Principal calls you into her office, that's one thing. When she calls you into a bar across town, that's troubling. Still, he showed up. "Um. Hi. How's it going?"

[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

"Cracked some ribs but I'll live." Jane said before taking a pull from the bottle. "Ahhh, that's what I needed. How about you boss?"

[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

Fucking nuts.

"Tino! Get the Doc a bag of frozen blue berries for his fuck ugly face."

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Once in a while, for no reason he could discern, Aziraphale got the feeling he needed to be someplace. He got that feeling on Sunday, and after making certain that Wilson had no plans to leave the apartment, he let that feeling lead him down to Caritas.

Walking in the door, he realized that there was something more going on than the usual business that the club conducted. He found a quiet place to sit, and to watch and listen.

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

"A Miss America pageanteer I'm not, but is it really neccessary to say fuck ugly? That might hurt my feelings, that," the Doctor said.

[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

"My apologies. It was a comment on it's current state as a result of the trolls and not a general ruling on your visage as a whole."

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

The Doctor chuckled. "You saying you like the way I look, normally?"

[drjcovington.livejournal.com]

Janice's place had, so far, been spared the effects of rampaging trolls, but that didn't mean it was going to last. And she was itching to get into the fray, but not before making sure all her valuable artifacts were carefully packed away and stowed in the basement.

. . . yeah, that took a while.

And now? She'd gotten Principal Washburn's message and showed up at Caritas, whip and revolver in place on her belt. (And extra ammunition stowed away, yes, thanks very much.)

A few drinks beforehand wouldn't be amiss.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam dragged her sorry self into Caritas, her left eye purple and swelling shut. She decided not to stand on ceremony, picked up a clean bar rag, and filled it with ice, which she then held to her eye as she sat and waited for the newest plan of attack.

She also wondered why they hadn't slept in there the night before--it was certainly warmer than the junkyard.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Bleeding from the head, sparks burning a small hole in his pant leg, and limping due to the damage causing said sparks, Billy entered Caritas.