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[monstersociety.livejournal.com]

Somewhere deep in Louisiana, hell has come to earth.

It was a simple matter to cast the pseudo-EMP pulse to kill the power - simpler still to render the majority of the guards inert. 

She then communicated telepathically to the inmates.  Cause chaos.  Kill any hero you see.  Get to New Orleans.  There will be transportation there.  And money. Significant money.

It was so easy to motivate such as these.  

One more spell to allow many of them to get their gear - and then all the Three needed to do was wait.

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[caleb-z.livejournal.com]

"Sand, Caleb. A group did manage to flee in the direction of the highway. No heavy hitters confirmed to be among them. Local cops are already on that. Status of round up unknown."

"Tefe..." he pauses, this time to fight off a second wave of nausia, coupled with momentary lightheadedness. He shifts his weight against the wall before resuming. "Tefe, I can grab a shirt for you. Do you require any other stores from the medical ward while I'm at it?"

"Also, your the medic on the spot, so it's, uh ... it's your call about where we establish the aid station. I advise a security detail if it's on the grounds. Over."

[tefe-holland.livejournal.com]

"Just the shirt." She doesn't use medical supplies. "If someone's helping you can get stuff for them but I don't need it." She can tell by his voice she's probably going to need to knock him down and fix him before he runs off and hurts himself.

"Pick a room thats in one piece I'll make it safer." She can shore up things with the plantlife and make it hard for others to get inside.

[caleb-z.livejournal.com]

She's right, she probably will. Caleb never did know how to walk away from a problem. It's just not in him.

"Rodger that. Establish in the medical ward. Over." I doubt the prisoners sacked it on their way out, and it has all the bed space we should need for the injured.