day 10, post-trial gone turbo

[It's getting somewhat late when Angel makes her way to apartment 7, but there is a very good reason for that. Her face is ashen, her breathing irregular as she holds a folded piece of paper in her hand. Anyone observant enough will notice her name written on the front, in Rhys's handwriting. That probably explains a little about her current state.

But once she's allowed inside, she won't start this meeting off by discussing business. Things have gotten pretty bad. Elizabeth and Bigby are gone. The remaining three members of the apartment are probably not not in a good shape — and she purses her lips at all of them before speaking.]

There's something I need to speak to all of you about, and it may end up causing you to experience... side-effects. But before that, how are you all faring? [Since, uh. Ava sure did happen.] Do you need help with any of your injuries?

[Which are tbd, considering that thread is on-going... But please get help, Alfendi. Scissors hurt.]