Phone; filtered from the usual suspects.

[So, it looks like Olivier is a drone now. They say it can be permanent or temporary, the telling signs are usually if their personal items up and vanish too. Needless to say the tank was a big sign she was gone. He's not sure how to feel about it, or if he can feel anything on it. He's never good at telling when he's sad or not. However, he pushes those feelings back like all the others for one important thing. Bingo Night.

He only attended  a handful of meetings but all the same, it nearly got cancelled because of Olivier's last droning. What would happen to it now that she was gone for good? Well, he's not going to sit on it.]

Hello, this is Crown. To the attendants of the former General Armstrong's Bingo night, I would like to ask the occupants of her household if they plan to continue it further.

Also, if there are any legal male adults in town I would like to request a favour.

Oh, one more thing...riddles and puzzles are a good thing, especially when in the paper. Maybe get a copy for yourself to enjoy...after all we would all love to know the Local news. But there are always flukes [he seems to put heavy emphasis on the -luke part.] in those.
[In other words he's trying to say go read Luke's paper.]


Anywhere
[Crown is about the town, carrying a note book and pencil on his person. He's stopping by the big places in town (i.e. the dairy, post office, town hall) and drawing up notes. He's walking around the buildings trying to find any entry spot or weak point he can.

People may find him jotting down things on the side walk or attempting to scale one of the buildings for a better view.

In any case, he's getting ready to try and do his own resistance meeting if it comes down to it.]

[Action: 337 Brady: Closed]

[Yawning loudly, Gentarou has been sent out to get the milk. Which, he knows by this point, that he should be hiding. Which he'll do when he gets back inside. But, he's about to get distracted by the box that he rams his bare toe into.]

Ow! A...box?

[He'll spot his name on it. And quickly enough, he'll realize that this is mail for him. He'll tear back inside, forgetting the milk completely. Tearing the box open, he'll pull out something he's been waiting for, for a while now.]

IT'S HERE!!!!!

[Action A: John Doe Park: Open to all.]

[Gen is now standing by a tree in the park, clicking the Rocket switch in his hand. He can't wait for one of his friends (which means just about anyone) to come up, so he can show off the shiny belt he has now latched onto his waist.]

This is gonna be greeaaaattt!

...

I wonder if I should've called people first?

[Phone, filtered from drones and TPTB]

Just to be perfectly clear, Bingo Night isn't going anywhere. I still have all the cards and dabbers. Six o'clock.

[Bodine Fashion, around five]

[Wes has led drone!Olivier to Bodine Fashion in an effort to keep her clear of tonight's activities]

I'm sure you have plenty of new outfits you're dying for, so you take your time here.

[If the real Olivier could witness this, she would shoot him]

[1671 Nelson/Undergroud Base]

[Wes sees that arrivals make it safely to the base. Once people are settled he addresses the room]

I'll be honest, I've never really been a speech guy. Shooting has always been more my thing, but here we are. We've taken some heavy hits lately, but that's all the more reason we can't let them stop us. Especially since we know something big has gone down.

So we need to talk about that. And where we go from here. I still have all of Olivier's intel down here.

((There is also a mingle log up))