Pocket and Pouch did what they could to protect as many students as possible in The Thing's first assault on campus. Walls of ice and blankets of (now wilting) moss cover the far corners of the room. With the danger temporarily pulled to heel, there is nothing to do now but emerge from these safe spaces.

Outside the soft comfort of the party bugs' barriers, the air is heavy with awful feeling, sharp and voracious and wrong. In the center of it all stands that nightmare tree.

Find your friends, gather and regroup, and figure out a way to save everything.

[This subheader is for threads that occur at the start of the night. Think of it as a What's Up? But you're in Hell.]