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To say that the blackout was an inconvenience for Puck would be an understatement. One minute, he was making out with Jo and shoveling candy into his mouth, and the next he was being forced to leave his apartment at this ungodly hour to go stay on campus, of all places. The only upside was the pot he smoked before, which was doing wonders at keeping him calm despite the craziness. Trudging into the gymnasium, Puck noticed people with flashlights and blankets, some of who seemed like they'd been there a hot minute already. It made him feel wildly underprepared, considering most of the space in his backpack was taken up by snacks and beer cans. He also tried to ignore the fact that he was trapped in a room full of girls that he'd slept with, as well as his ex, who was undoubtably looming around somewhere. Shoving his hands in the pockets of his pajama pants and finding a wall to lean on, Puck listened to pandemonium around him. "Yo, why is everybody like, freaking out so much?" He asked people in the surrounding area, trying to dig out a Pespi from his backpack in the darkness. "Things could be way worse." As if on cue, he heard the sound of someone crying in the distance. "I mean, damn. You would'a thought the purge siren went off or something. Are people really that scared of the dark?"

Hunter had just taken what could only be described as an absolute banger of a selfie when his phone died. He'd rolled his eyes and had gone for his charger only for the dorm lights to go off. The emergency lights hadn't even turned on yet and he could already hear Nick accusing him of having done something to which Hunter had to give an affronted look of shock. But before he could get a word out there were people banging at his door. This was definitely not where Hunter thought his night was going, and he definitely didn't think he'd wind up in the gymnasium stuck in a pair of shorts and a tank top, his slides the only shoes he could get on quick enough with how harshly he was pulled from his room. "For fucks sake my family pays enough in tuition you'd think they could keep the lights on... Does anyone have a phone I can borrow?"

The lights to the gymnasium continue to flicker on and off, power unstable and without a clear sign of whether it will be a full on black out or not has the student body stressed. Not wanting to sit back on her heels, Quinn is ready to help take charge as any good Cheerio would. After checking in with the faculty at the gymnasium she's quick to pick up work. Helping carry flashlights and blankets, setting up rolling beds and more. She loses herself in the flow of work and is only brought out of her focus when she feels someone tapping her shoulder. Without looking over her shoulder she simply calls back, "just give me one moment. Need to make sure these flashlights are charged and ready to go!"

Having to hurriedly leave her apartment at - what time even was it? - had meant that Frannie's current outfit consisted of whatever she had managed to grab on her way out of her bedroom. A large sweater hung over her body and Frannie was thankful at least that she was warm. Fashionable? No. But warm? Absolutely. Arriving in the gymnasium had been an overwhelming flurry of activity, with students walking here, there and everywhere in order to try and work out what was going on. Frannie had already noticed her mobile just wasn't working, so she had already shoved that inside of her pocket with a Fabray-like-impatience while she tried to search for anyone familiar. The faces all seemed to be a blur, now, though. Helping, it seemed, was the only option until there were other answers. There seemed to be a good, organisational flow of work happening, which Frannie immediately starting helping alongside, although she couldn't help how fast her mind was racing. Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate. After finding a box filled with blankets and other supplies, Frannie turned and tapped the closest person to her side on the shoulder. "Hi there. Is there any way at all you could help me carry this?" She asked, her gaze signalling to the large box on the floor. "As much as I pride myself on my athletics, the last thing I need is to end up injuring myself over blankets, no less. Team work makes the dream work, right?" Turning her body slightly to face the person, Frannie offered them a bright smile.