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[Bianca's thoughts had drifted to the Rescue Aid Society on more than one occasion since she'd accepted the post at the Academy. She often wondered what her friends and colleagues were doing. The Mist wouldn't stop them from helping people who needed their help - certainly not! - but it would certainly make things difficult.
Lost in her thoughts, Bianca - sitting on a ground floor library windowsill - didn't realise that she had started to sing softly to herself.]
R-E-S-C-U-E
Rescue Aid Society
Heads held high, touch the sky
You mean everything to me.
In a fix, in a bind
Call on us anytime
We'll appear from nowhere
Mighty are we ...
[She hoped that her friends in the society were all right.
She hoped that the poor people who had been snatched by the Mist were returned, safe and sound and sooner rather than later.
She hoped that the next few weeks would provide them with the answers they needed and, if that was too much, some idea of what they could do to help.] | |
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[Have a Jane looking a little troubled but still smiling pertly.]
Aha evening!
Well – I do know that classes are cancelled but! I did want to let anyone enrolled in my art class know that if you do feel the urge to do a bit of painting, really, it can be quite the stress reliever! – you are quite welcome to come use the art room!
Of course, anyone else not in the class is welcome too, but I suspect if you aren’t enrolled there’s not much of an interest, hm? | |
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