JK. We read Zero's post, we know the drill. Vieve is chewing her pen as we speak.
You're going to need that Fanfiction Machine, Jeff.
We've barricaded ourselves in Viv's apartment in case any proxies come knocking, which they may well do. Both of us have firearms (thanks again Jeff) but we probably won't use those unless we can lead the proxies somewhere quieter where there's less risk of being heard or shooting an innocent.
So. You guys? Punch out a few proxies for us. We'll listen to uplifting music (Vivi has a "happy playlist", why am I not surprised?) and brainstorm for Zero's plan. Viv's spread all these bits of paper over the part of the bed that the laptop and I am not occupying and now she's talking to herself.
I'm off to make breakfast, since I'm getting hungry and Vieve's stomach just growled as well, and I don't think she's going to be leaving all her pieces of paper to do trivial things like eat anytime soon. She's a funny one, our Genevieve.
Good luck, everyone.