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She woke up from the inevitable scream and threw a terracotta pot in the general direction of the noise. She then proceeded to curl back up and pretend that she was actually capable of going back to bed.

Edit: HP now at 19.

"Mehhh" she groaned.
Lilly rolled over, her hands searching for a pillow to either throw at the next loud noise or to cover her ears. She found none. ((Any damage would be from the groan I guess XP )))

Edit: Apparently the mouse was frightened and ran into a chair or wall. Hp now at 6.

She got up slowly, groaning as she did so. While her cognitive ability was back up and running, it wasn't at its peek efficiency and it was demanding that sleep was the best thing to do right now. Lilly, however, knew full well that she wasn't getting back to sleep for a long time, so she might as well do something.
"What about the third drawer?" she asked, walking past the cabinet with a wide birth around it. She, herself, was unwilling to allow her head to be that close to directly under the assumed-dead mouse.

You found:
A black umbrella!
How that fit in the draw is a question for physicists.

1F1R

Lilly pushes the open drawers half-closed with her foot/leg, having momentarily forgotten about the mouse. She then proceeds to stretch, and follow the two out the door, intending to close it behind her.

Lilly didn't notice the fan until GK began stretching up to prod it. At that point, she felt the need to back away slowly. The normal height ceiling, coupled with her 5' of height and the sag of the ceiling made it possible for her to brush her fingertips along the blades. She did not. She ignored the peeled plaster and her sudden compulsion, to instead watch the fan and the man carefully. She suddenly had the urge to warn him to not do that or it would take of his head, but she thought that had too much of a lacking of tact, and instead walked around the room with her back against the walls,and tried the door.

Edit: The knob jiggled a bit too much in her hand, but a good tug that pulled at the skin on her hands pulled the door enough to break most of the paint that sealed it. The door did not open, instead the doorknob freed itself and skidded back with Lilly, as she stumbled then fell until she had almost hit GK. The door was unlatched from the farce, but that didn't matter as the knob on the other side fell, and the inner components slid back, rendering them ineffective.

"Where am I?"
"1F2R - A Smoker's Lounge?"

G.K. leaned over the fallen Lillian, as if he was looking down at her. "Losing one's head isn't that bad," he said with a chuckle. "We could try moving dear Darcy out of the way, but she doesn't like being touched..." He was stumped, for a moment, but a brilliant solution came to him in a flash. "This old thing will do the trick just fine," he said happily, the handle of the black umbrella he had stored away in his body emerging from his neck. "Time to get moving for Darcy, and time to stop moving for this contraption!" he cried out, quickly raising the umbrella into the path of the fan blades.

EDIT:
The fan blades came to a stop, the dust and debris caked onto the blades raining down on everyone. The fan seemed to be teetering dangerously, but it was quickly held steady by Darcy's long arms. "Don't go touching things like that, idiot! Two-thirds of this party still has a head on their shoulders, you ignorant di--" She was swiftly interrupted by the umbrella cracking down on her back, shooting dust into the air around her. "Language, Darcy! We are in the presence of a lady, after all," he said, extending a golden hand down to help Lillian up.

"And what does that make me, then?" Darcy mumbled, though G.K. showed no signs of hearing her.