The Umbridge Arms, Very Late Friday Night

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime knew he should be asleep. Tomorrow promised to be a big day, after all. But that was why he couldn't seem to relax. His mind kept running around in circles.

So rather than simply sitting restlessly in his room, he decided to at least do something that was potentially useful. Not that anyone would need anything from the front desk, probably, but just in case.

Besides, maybe there would be something he could do. About... something.

Anything, really.

So instead of fidgeting in bed, unable to sleep, he was seated in the lobby. Fidgeting. Unable to sleep.

[Open for any of your wee-hours needs. If you have them.]

The Beach, just after dawn

[regretiz4u.livejournal.com]

Don't ask why Tino was willing to get Kenzi 150 pounds of shrimp. It was either bribery, blackmail, or sheer bludgeoning personality. Whyever he did it, he did it without asking questions.

Which was why Kenzi was at the beach at dawn, with a rented rickshaw full of fish.

"Heeeeere, squiddy, squiddy, squid. Heeeere giant huge pretty fishy. I have something for youuuuuuuu!" She paused. "Sunshine, I summon thee! Yo, giant squid! I have a business offer!"

...if it didn't work, they could always be barbecued later, right?

[for the above named, but hey, if you want to ask her what the hell she's doing, feel free.]

The Nominal Temporary Wiggin Home Base, Saturday Morning

[gameinprogress.livejournal.com]

This would not by far be the only place resistance members were meeting today, but for those who were, there was this: a cache full of weapons, food and drink, some of Ender's tranquilizer in dart and in syringe form, and two Wiggins bustling around as they prepared for the coming fight.

Or rather, Ender's coming fight.

"These are my people too," Peter snapped. "I should be out there."

"You're not a combatant," Ender retorted. "And if I get killed, we're going to need you."

"They're going to need me," Peter said. "You would be dead."

"Don't argue with me," Ender told him.

Peter's eyes narrowed. "Edge of town, you said?"

"Yeah," Ender replied, and turned his back on Peter as the other boy stomped off. (Peter had snagged some things along the way, confident that Ender wasn't paying attention, but he obviously wasn't going to bring that up.)

"So the key to getting the Detention barriers down seems to be in Locker 327," Ender said, several hours later. "Getting into that locker is going to be top priority. I don't care what places you people raid or what people you shake down to get the combination - just do it."

Apparently that was to be the extent of his rousing speech.

[[ for any last-minute preparations, delivery of instructions, and/or actual rousing speeches. ]]

Across Town, Saturday Afternoon and Evening

[nomutineer.livejournal.com]

It was as if all hell was bursting loose at once. Not just at the school, but elsewhere.

Even out here in town, the birds were nervously choosing different perches. The deer had retreated fully into the preserve and refused to come out. In many places, the streets seemed almost abandoned, tense as the air was.

The resistance was finally out in force.

[[ ocd up! have at! ]]

Streets of Umbridge Island, Friday Night

[truekindofsith.livejournal.com]

Despite (or rather because) the plans for tomorrow, Cara was doing her usual patrols of the town.

The last thing any of them needed was to have their forces diminished by stragglers getting picked up by overzealous Loyalists, and if any of those stragglers actually happened to be Loyalists... well, people missed check in all the time.

[Open! Thread with Kenzi for Resistance broadcast only, please.]

The Streets of Fandom, Post-Detention Rescue, Saturday Evening

[pinnedherwings.livejournal.com]

She had been cooped up too long. That room had been filled with death and decay and madness. She would never be caged again.

Wings held proud, she flew high, tasting the feel of the night air upon her skin. The stars were out. They were exquisite.

And now, she put her hands over her head and called down the maelstrom. A small localized tornado spun away, churning debris in its wake.

Someone was going to pay.

(OOC: yeah so Rinoa's snapped. She will tangle with anyone right now, loyalist, resistance, OR neutral, if they feel like throwing down. Or just look at her funny. So if you want to have a (non-lethal*) smackdown, let's do this. (*Rinoa has places to be after she gets her powers back on a leash zomg.)

And lastly: Squall's thread will be chronologically last.)