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"Excuse me, but are you talking about my wife?" Leila snapped, sternly into the darkness. "Wow, I didn't know there were still transphobes in this town. If we weren't in a state of emergency I'd kick your a**." God forgive her, and Eve forgive her double for tokenizing. But hopefully that would disarm them some. "Anyway, the exit we're trying to find is blocked off by a bunch of heavy s**t, so we're gonna need help moving it. Come on."

Finn's free hand went quickly to the bridge of his nose, and he made a peculiar face like he was trying to hold in a sneeze. "Ugh," he muttered, and then said, "yeah, it's to the left, confirmed by magical ******** powers." He didn't trust his gut, but, well, he trusted his sinuses.

He shot Leila a sort of very quick what look - her response to the voices had seemed like a complete non-sequitur. It wasn't the direction he would have taken, but then, he wasn't married to Eve... he just didn't see how she'd gone from wolf lady to transphobe

"Um," he said. "I think they were literally just talking about lycanthropy. Vulpanthropy. Foxanthropy."

He couldn't figure it out.

He swept the flashlight towards the voices.

Always trust a man in a unicorn tshirt. Life advice; by Kitty.

She started as she heard someone scold her priorities, looking around until the flashlight shone on the newcomers. Some normal people and.. and... a furry.. large eyed... sharp toothed....

Kitty screamed.

She'd perhaps never seen anything like it before.

Wil blinked and blinked again (as Kitty SCREAMED) and simply said with a smile, "Cool... Giant toebeans."

And then after another spacey moment, "So uhhh you guys found any doors down here? Do you have like cat senses? We have an old map that says there may be a way out."

Apparently he wasn't phased, or at least not judging this cat person. Besides they seemed sane and had been down here a while.

The werecat grins. "Dude, awesome. I didn't know there were like, other sane ones…"

The two girls he's with--one of whom, a pretty bleach-blonde in a high school letterman jacket, is their apparent spokesperson--nod in unison. Spokesgirl says, "Uh, we haven't really been looking? Rona's really good at elevators so we sent them all to the second floor. Like, one of them moved though…"

"Up to the third story," Rona says.

"Yeah. And, um, Harvey thinks it's kinda important to not have the bitey ones getting out." Harvey the were-cat twiddles his pawpads in a saucy wave.

He blinks at Preacher and shrugs, all nonchalant. "Nah. Just these elf doodads." Harvey points.

WIl didn't know anything about what Leila was talking about. All the were stuff was still something he was handling like a fever dream. It was all a a high haze to work through, but he'd stopped behind the minute Nasir got hurt and he was really just waiting to be home and process.

He focused on Spokesgirl and Rona. "You guys wanna help us look for a door?"

He was already turning and heading in the directions Finn's sinuses dictated, slowly though with only Preacher's tiny light. "There's a lot of people that need help upstairs."

Wil is heading to the left, where multiple sources cite a door.

That was either a creepy cosplayer or a freaky person in general. Yeah, just a cosplayer. And all these other nutjobs were playing along. Maybe this whole Job-Fair was actually some twisted LARPer gathering.

Kitty cringed in disgust at the thought. LARPers.... brrrrr.

She needed out. Out and away from the crazy nightmare she seemed to be trapped in.

There was a beam in front of a heavy door. She crossed her arms and waited for the gaggle of fools to do something about it. Nobody was asking her, so why bother offering? She already pried open a door today. That was quite enough self-rescuing for one day.