Room 325, Thursday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

He'd sent Francine a message the moment the idea struck; it was something for Support, after all, and Arthur wasn't going to flaunt around someone else's successes. There was little he could do outside right now, though-- at best, he could set off on a mission to chase the creatures down to their source later on.

Right now, though, he was thinking strategy. Staring out his window, squinting at the lay of the land he could get from there, and browsing through the maps for the rest of it.

He placed a few more calls and texts here and there to see what people were up to. Just in case.

The researches had best figure out what this was and soon.

[[ i am going to bed soon, so massive SP, but if you feel like he'd call/text and you want to respond, have at. likewise for if you want to visit; door's open ]]

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin knocked on the door, balancing... a few books in the other hand. It was an accident waiting to happen, you see. "I can't seem to find anything about evil fog."

[brat_inslayage]

Unsurprisingly to maybe anyone who had ever met her, Kennedy was chomping at the bit for something to do, or more specifically something to do that didn't involve hitting her friends (and finding out they were demons, but that part was applicable even outside of this situation) because you couldn't hit fog, damn it. A couple of further calls to her Watcher hadn't dug up anything even remotely useful to the situation, and that contributed to her, uh, mood.

She could have replied to the text, but actually barging over to Arthur's room burned some of that restless energy, so there she was, pounding on the door.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Going monster fighting. Taking back-up and gas mask. Will check in when back.

You'd almost think she wanted to give him a migraine.

[thatsamilkshake]

Text message in reply to that voicemail

--I'll see what I can find, and you'd have to get in line behind me.--

Followed maybe half an hour later by

--Mission accomplished.--

And then

--The masks, not Katchoo on the roof.--