Let's Go Team B Let's Go! *clap clap* (Members of Team B)

[Oliver Grey]

Oliver rolled his shoulders lightly as he made his way into the student lounge, looking around to make sure there was no one sulking in a corner before he input the button combination on the vending machine, stepping back as it slid to one side to reveal the prefect lounge behind. It was barely 8 a.m. and most students just starting to get up and at'em, so the place was still empty, the couches and coffee tables looking even more barren than usual. With a yawn, the blonde-haired boy made his way to the coffee machine, making himself a cup before sitting at one of the tables with a heavy sigh.

It had been a long week. With the tournament matches in progress, and he himself having just forfeited to let Kimberly move on with her investigation, the boy was both tired physically and mentally. But did that mean he could rest? Hell no it didn't. The students were his responsibility to keep safe, and even if things were quiet during the tournament, this was no time to relax. He'd come here this early for a reason. Oliver leaned back and pulled out his school-issued phone, opening the database and scrolling down to dossiers. He had a new addition to his team, an Isolde. And besides that, with orders coming down for the teams to be expanded, he couldn't afford to have his team as unfamiliar with each other as they were.

It was time he got his team together. With the tournament coming to a close he could sense...unrest in the air. Oliver knew that if something were to happen, he would need his people coordinated, focused, and most importantly familiar with one another. With a light sigh he opened his messaging application and sent a high priority alert message to each of Team B's members, which would set off a loud alarm on each of their devices, on or off.

ATTENTION, members of Team B, please report to the prefect lounge immediately for a briefing and group meeting.

He sent the message, then double thought it and added:

...There will be coffee. That is all.

[Erebus Ryder]

Ryder yawned a bit as he simply flopped into his bed, laying his head against his pillow as he closed his eyes, enjoying a moment of peace after classes. He had one of his very rare days away from work, something that seemed more and more sparse as the days had been going on. He smiled a bit to himself as he rolled onto his back and slipped his headphones on, wondering what to do with the free time. He sat up after a few minutes, looking at the phone on his desk and the book sitting next to it. He started to reach for the book before he saw the phone light up, blinking a few times as he picked it up, half hoping it was Tyri wanting to hang out together. He really only wanted to either read or hang out with his old friend at that point.

He sighed a bit as he recognized Oliver's name on the phone, quickly flipping to the message and letting out an audible sigh. He wasn't that big on drinking coffee, so how that was supposed to make him more likely to go he didn't really know. He shook his head, slowly pushing himself to his feet, collecting the book anyways and tucking it under his arm as he headed towards the door, checking to make sure his badge was firmly set onto his uniform before heading out. He slipped out of the room, half wondering where Zander was before turning and heading for the Prefect lounge, stretching a bit as he did so.

the boy yawned a bit as he stepped into the empty student lounge, making his way to the soda machine and punching in the code, watching lazily as it opened up the door to the Prefect lounge and stepped through, "Oliver...you're lucky I wasn't hanging out with Tyri or on the mainland today. You know it's supposed to be one of my few days off..." he stated with a yawn, blinking at Oliver lazily right afterwards before sitting. on one of the couches, leaning back as he settled down to get comfortable. He didn't know how long this was going to take, so he may as well get comfortable.

[Zander Shale]

        What seemed to be a blaring siren to Zander startled him from his slumber. He found himself crashed out in the Nurses' Office, bundled up as comfortably as possible in one of the rear beds. Leave it to him to fall asleep during a check-up. He honestly hadn't wanted to be there, but getting your ass handed to you had that effect on people. With a groaning swing of his arm, he snatched up the offending object: Turns out it was a high-priority message from his commander, Oliver Grey, calling for a team meeting. Of course he wants a meeting when I'm nearly knocked out. With a heavy sigh and a bit of grunting, Zander quickly freed himself and snatched up his duster nearby before making his way down the halls.

As per usual, Zander cast out his shades, a couple mice this particular time, as forward scouts near the lounge. He never liked wasting time on whether or not people were around, so he tried to speed things along. He was more than a little surprised and relieved that his teammate, Ryder, happened to be just stepping into the secret doorway. This meant, just as he was confirming with his shades, that he could waste little time jabbing in the code and slipping inside, of course which he did immediately. Now, within the safety of the Prefect Lounge, Zander was able to relax a bit, stepping out into the main room and stretching a bit with a strained yawn.

"Nghaaaaahhh..... Phew. Hey you two." He abruptly pauses to punch in a button on the soda dispenser for a can of Dr. Pepper, popping the can open and chugging down part of it. "Ahhh.... So, if ya don't mind me asking, how come I had to trudge all the way in this early? I coulda swore we had the day off.... especially, y'know.... those of us recovering from the fight still?" He stated the last bit in a "manner-of-fact" style. He might not like being in the Nurses' Office, but if it meant he'd get a few days off, he'd be the last to complain about it.