[Where's Beel? Doing his best not to clear out the food table immediately, though he's at least stopped popping bite site sausages into his mouth long enough to engage in conversation.

His stony expression stiffens for a second, staying silent with a lot of the others, but as people start opening up, he follows suit.]

I was getting ready to head home and talk to my brother. There'd been some trouble. One of our transfer students was coming with me.

I didn't make it out of the building before I woke up here, though.