a light sleeper on a normal day, the show outside's enough to keep rory occupied at his window until the directive floats into his head. he makes his way downstairs after scrambling around for something public-appropriate and coming up with an old-ass rockies tee and some little grey sweatshorts, and has his cat (miss christopher) on a leash and harness (which she's thankfully well used to). he brings a couple flashlights and camping lanterns for general use.

he spends the first few hours sticking to the common areas because even with open door policies everywhere he feels like he's Imposing. eventually he packs his lights into a backpack and heads off to look after the cats at the café, who are probably (1) scared, (2) restless, (3) hungry, or (most likely) (4) all of the above.