Lleu opens his eyes and finds himself in a completely different place What is this?

There are people around. Maybe some of them know what's going on. He attempts to get the attention of the nearest person.

"Um, excuse me I think I was...asleep? Where are we?"

Clank.

'Go away, you damn thing!'

Clank.

'No, I don't want to see any pics, thank you ever so.'

Clank.

'Listen, honestly, I just want to-'

CLONK!

'Hah! That got you!'

The sounds of metal hitting various surfaces and then finally what sounded like bone echoed briefly from the bunker entrance before Pretzel managed to fight her way in, dual-wielding two of her Frying Pans of DOOM and hitting trolls over the head. Once she'd managed to get in, she looked around, idly brushing some of her hair, which, while normally frizzy, seemed even more out of control thanks to the battle.

'Fu Manchu and his silly beard, that was annoying,' she growled, holstering her Pans and resettling her pack on her back. She'd been in the middle of watching a "Let's Play" of "King's Quest V" when the news had arrived in her inbox, and so she'd gathered up her laptop and a few other assorted items, shoved it into a backpack, and headed towards the bunker.

The trolls and various ypurs had tried to slow her down, but she'd found that indiscriminate whacking with her pans seemed to deter the attacks quite handily. Now that she was in a place of safety, she wasn't quite sure what to do with herself. There seemed to be a fair number of Boarders here already, but Pretzel wasn't sure if she she go over and talk to them or what. Figuring that eventually she'd think of something (if nothing else, maybe to mooch some of that soup off of Miah), Pretzel sat down at the base of a nearby column and began watching her "Let's Play" once more, idly picking the bits of troll off of her clothing.

with her typical over packing, over planning fashion she had a well stocked supply of food, medical supplies, cooking supplies, clothes, and other minor necessaries. She sets up her inflatable mattress, arranges her stuff, then sets up the camp cooking equipment, and starts a cauldron of soup to feed the refugees.

to leave the Board, trying to communicate with the bots in troll. Unfortunately for him, this new group didn't seem to know the language, and no amount of "teksoqp's" would quiet their incessant demands for "ypur pics."

As the spambots began to grow hostile, doctorlit weaved between bots and the now rapidly-spawning ypurs, trying to reach his own little corner of the Board. he unceremoniously shoved books off the shelves into a Convenient Wheelbarrow and hauled it towards the exit as quickly as the heavy load and his skinny legs would allow.

"E-mail ypur pics," monotoned a spambot, dead ahead, a blue yak materializing to its side. Frowning, doctorlit kept going straight forward, intent on ramming the bot out of the way. Bot and wheelbarrow met, knocking down the former and putting a flat wheel in the latter. Doctorlit's face smashed into his books as a cold hand around his ankle arrested his forward motion, bringing the wheelbarrow to a halt. "YYooouuurr ppiiiccss," mumbled the damaged spambot, oddly reverting to correct spelling.

Jamming his hand into the pile of books, doctorlit fished out a nice solid hardcover, acquired used from a sale at a library, and gave the spambot's face a solid wallop with the back cover. His ankle freed, doctorlit shoved the lopsided wheelbarrow out the exit and in the direction of the bunker. As the confused lowing of ypurs began to fill the air, he thought to himself, Great. Now, I need to get shards of spam-metal out of this book.

Galenfea had mostly been trying to lay low during the troll attacks, avoiding getting involved and trying to concentrate on other things, but when she heard Edward's announcement of the evacuation she hurriedly packed up her laptop, all the Tolkien books she could carry and a few other personal items (including, reluctantly, her homework) and followed his directions to the bunker.

When she arrived, she stopped almost in the doorway to look around. There were a few people here already, setting up camp with the assurance of practice. Evidently they were experienced boarders and had been through an evacuation before. Galenfea stepped out of the way of someone coming in behind her and wove among the columns, looking for somewhere to settle down. Perhaps when she'd staked out a corner to call her own, she might go and talk to some of the others and find out what she might do to be useful, a true member of this community. She knew a few boarders had been injured - Edward had taken a blow to the side, for one - and maybe her first aid training would be of help. Somewhere like this must have a first aid kit, and at the moment she wasn't sure what else she could do.

She set down her backpack in an unoccupied niche and tossed her jacket over it, then began trying to find her way towards the sound of voices.