Makita

Knox looks around. This isn't the Bar, obviously. It's damned cold, colder than Gotham ever gets . He's never been here, but it's familiar. The stuff on that bed...what's so familiar about it?

"Ohhhhhhh, crap," he spits out, even as he reaches for Allie and for Raps. "Please tell me we aren't here. Plese tell me this is a bad dream."

Knox? He looks scared.

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Allie was looking out, instead of looking up at either Alex who'd commented or Rapunzel who wasn't too far away either. The snow almost looked magical even in it's piles, except for the raggedy edges of forgotten life which was surrounding it.

She wandered toward the window with her eyes landing on the group dashing away while she left it, firstly, to the adults to speak.

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At least when Rapunzel begins to swear, it is in another language, so as to not blister the ears of the others, and teach Allie more words she doesn't need for her vocabulary.

She sees the figures below, and is torn, but doesn't make a move to chase after them. Her main concern is here, now.

Taking a deep breath, she visibly calms herself, and turns to Alex.

"It's freezing here. Let's find Allie something warm. Caitlin? Are you all right?"

She's surprised she remembers the girl's name--she only met her the once, last Christmas.

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Good thing Cait was wearing her training outfit, planning on a workout session; she is startled at first, but does a quick survey of the rom before turning to the others. "Okay, yes I am fine. You three, get dressed, we are in Makita's world I think." Middle of a war. Great.

"We have to find her."

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It tells you something that Knox doesn't notice at all what Cait is wearing. He's got jsut one thing on his mind...

"Yeah. We can't stay here. Wherever here is." He starts to look through the piles of clothes, not expecitng to find anything that fits anyone. He puts on a ratty old skimask that was clearly let behind in favor of the hats. "Allie, think your powers can give us a clue of where Kita is?" He now tries to find a map.

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"I don't need them to."

Allie had raised a hand and was pointing out the broken window, toward the small group of people fleeing into the town trying their best to not be out in the open.

"She's right there."

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"Wait! Everybody just wait! Makita didn't want us to come along, and I am certainly not going to take Allie out of what seems to be a safe shelter into the middle of a war zone."

She looks to Alex for back up on this, not sure what is going through his head. The figures below are getting farther away.

"One of these doors brought us here, so one of them must lead back to the bar, right?"

She is not panicking.

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"Well, check it? We can not stay here if there is a door here, you can go back, if there is not, we have to go after Makita; she is the one who can 'find' a door to Milliways somewhere else."

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"You're probably right," Alex says as he begins to open doors. There are a few, but they lead nowhere. Well, not to the Bar, at any rate. One door is to a rather filthy closet, another into a dimly lit hall.

He looks at Rapunzel, trying to ask if she's okay without using words, not wanting to get anyone else worried. Since he can tell it's tense. Strangely, the Gothamite is almost calm.

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Allie moved toward the bed once everyone moved away. She felt it was futile to say she didn't feel cold yet when there was snow blustering in the broken window. Especially futile in the precarious state of conversation.

Drudging out a hat and jacket she got herself covered to the sounds of turns knobs and the frantic close-open, close-open sound of winter stiff hinges and warped doors. She settled on to the bed, without a second look at the piles of weapons around her, and started tying on a pair of tiny boots.

"There must have been a reason we were brought here, with all of this. Maybe it was something Bar knew that Makita hadn't planned for?"

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Alex and Rapunzel look at each other, even as they both put on rather heavy coats. Neither wants to think what Allie is suggesting. But both know that the Bar sometimes acts with a mind of its own.

"Maybe," Alex says. "But first we look for a door home. First we try." But the look on his face says he's not expecting to find that door.

Alex and Rapunzel look at each other, even as they both put on rather heavy coats. Neither wants to think what Allie is suggesting. But both know that the Bar sometimes acts with a mind of its own.

"Maybe," Alex says. "But first we look for a door home. First we try." But the look on his face says he's not expecting to find that door.

[ooc: invoking godding rights for Rapunzel so we can keep moving.]

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Cait nods to both. "I am going after Makita. if there is not a door here, we should catch up with her, instead of staying alone in a place we don't know." Also, Cait does not say it, but there is a war happening outside, and by last count, she is the only bulletproof person in the group.

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"And run through a warzone? First we try to go home." He tries to sound commanding. He suspects that someone will need to since he also thinks they are stuck. "But you're right. If we are stuck, we should find her. Carefully."

A gust of wind bursts through the broken windows, and snow flutters around the room.

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Allie was of the same mind that Caitlin, as she had been preparing for this to happen for days, since the conversation when she met Makita. She was smart enough to know, or at least hope, that door checking wouldn't take too long.

She glanced at the weapons but never touched one, instead choosing to move over near Rapunzel. Between the artifact and her age she was certain she'd never like weapons.

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"I agree with Alex, but since none of these doors are opening to anything useful, we may be stuck searching for Makita."

She doesn't like this. She hadn't been planning to go, so she isn't prepared at all.

"Do any of us know how any of these weapons work? I'm not going to go out there without some way to defend ourselves, but I don't want us blown up in the process."

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"Yeah, I can use a weapon. And I can fight in other ways too." Cait sighs; she quickly picks a pair of boots, a coat, a hat, since even if she does not feel cold like the others, her training uniform would draw too much attention. She also picks a rifle and ammo, ration bars, but does not bother with grenades, if the need comes, she can personaly do much more damage than a grenade. "If we are going, we better hurry. What did Makita told you about what she was going to do along with the others?"

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"She didn't say a word to me," Alex notes as he studies the weapons cache. He's sure he could figure out the simpler guns. And the grenades. but for the moment he just takes a crowbar, left behind no doubt by someone either opening a cache or thinking like he is. "Anyone see any kind of body armor?" He's sure the answer to that is "no".

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"I'd rather not."

There was some apprehension in her tone as she looked to the weapons pile and then back to the Rapunzel. It was a plaintive comment and admission, as she stepped a little nearer.

"There was another team. Someone she was going against."

Allie said it quietly, like it was only a half formed thought.

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Rapunzel nods.

"There was a group, including magic users--but I don't know what her plan of action against them was."

She begins shoving things in her pockets: a handgun and bullets, a couple of grenades (each in separate pockets), ration bars, and a large, wicked looking knife in a holster? Scabbard? She didn't know what it was called, but it would keep the blade covered until she needed it .

She digs out a bag of what looks like medical or first aid supplies, and holds it out to Allie to wear like a back pack, since it is lightest. Hopefully the enemy would be reluctant to open fire on a small child, not to mention one wearing a med kit.

"I think it would be best to stay close to the buildings. The snow might be drifted deeper against them in areas, but they offer a better chance of cover, and maybe we can use them to get up higher, to look out over the city, too."

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Cait nods to that. "And if we get in trouble... I am bulletproof." So they should not worry about her getting hit. Cait looks out the broken window, commiting to memory the way Makita and the others are going.

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Knox watches as Rapunzel arms herself rather copiously. It seems, he thinks, that she knows what she's doing. So does Cait. He feels, well, a bit small here. He takes some ration bars, stuffing them on the large pockets of the coat he's now wearing. He misses his...wait.

"Aha!" He spots it on the floor. His coat! His bulletproof coat! "Bar must have tossed it in with us. Thank god for rainy days in Gotham!" He quickly changes coats and resumes stuffing the pockets. "It's bulletproof, Cait. A gift from Rachel Grey." He also takes a knife, but isn't sure what to do with it.

"OK...Raps is right about the buildings. Cait, I think you should take the lead. But we stay very close. And Allie, I tihnk you oughta to walk between me and Raps." He's not really trying to take charge, but he wants to do something, and wonders if he really can.

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Allie took the medical supplies bad from Rapunzel and looped her arms through the straps, while the strays thought on what and how passed. She nodded at her own instructions.

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It is more of a relief than Rapunzel would have ever thought to see Alex's coat. One more measure of safety for him, and for Allie, if she stays close to him. No matter how talented the girl is, there are so many variables, Rapunzel can't let herself trust that Allie's power will save her from the unseen.

"Bulletproof is good. I don't die easily, so unless I get hit in the head with something, I should survive, if not heal rapidly."

It really goes against her better judgement to do it, but she finds a small knife in a box, and tucks it into the pack on Allie's back. She doesn't expect her to use it as a weapon, but it might come in handy.

"If we get separated?"

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Oh, that makes Cait pause. "Let's try really hard not to get separated, okay? And I mean, really hard, this is the kind of very wrong place to be lost in."

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