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You're not dead. Not healthy, but not dead.

"Victor Sulu"
Walk outside and look around

Victor bundles up and heads outside. The MMA studio he teaches at is only a few blocks from Lake Michigan, so there's almost two feet of snow and plenty of wind. Frankly, that sentence was more an excuse to throw some exposition in than anything. Victor walks around, trying to figure out what's wrong. There aren't any cars around, which strikes Victor as quite odd indeed. Something in the air smells odd. Victor hears Jamie and Gretchen calling. They apparently read something on their phones or something. Whatever happened, there's still reception.

Ehh, it's probably nothin'. Maybe I should call Bert and see if anything's up.

Eric Romani: Find phone, try to call associate.

Eric comforted himself with the thought that whatever was causing almost all sounds of a modern city to stop was probably nothing. He lived in an apartment, six blocks from the building he worked at. Grabbing clothes, Eric dialed his phone. It went to voice mail.
"Hey, Bert, it's Eric. I was wondering if you knew what was going on. Other than nothing. Either there aren't any cars driving around this corner of Chicago this morning or they really improved the soundproofing in the building overnight. Call me back soon, okay? Goodbye."

Robert Stays and listens to the Radio for awhile, afterwards he talks to some of the other students about what is going on.

He will then leave and try to collect some supplies.

Yup, the whole University of Chicago campus has been quarantined, along with a fair number of the surrounding blocks. It's just a voice describing the streets that bound the quarantine area, where there is allegedly some sort of barrier going up. Chatting with the other students reveals little he didn't find out from the automated, looping message. Probably the oddest thing is that Harold--the guy whose radio it is--says that the message isn't playing on any of the normal radio stations. Weird. Robert heads out for supplies, thinking of what and where he's looking for.

((Did I understand that right, there are abandoned cars in the road with doors left open?))

Phillip Anderson starts to jog, but only gets a few paces before deciding this is too weird. He looks around. If no one is in sight to talk to he cautiously examines a few nearby cars. He particularly wants to know if there are signs of struggle, and if keys and belongings have also been left behind. If he finds nothing startling he returns to his apartment and tries to check the TV/Radio/Internet for a news report.

You understand correctly.
Phillip jogs about a bit before deciding that he needs to investigate. His investigative instincts, honed at the police academy, suggest that there's nothing suggesting foul play. The distribution of the car-shaped lumps of snow suggests that at some point, maybe a mile or two from the city limits of Chicago and a bit less than that from you, some people decided that pulling over and walking would be faster than waiting in traffic (like rush hour) and decided  to do so (unlike rush hour); obviously, this made the jam worse and caused a, pardon the pun, snowballing effect. The band of cars is probably close to three miles thick, total, around here, but it might be less thick once you get away from the big freeways.
Heading back inside, Phillip flips on his radio--pretty much the only bit of his police gear he has right now. He freezes when he hears an automated message about a quarantine.

DERP.

Jessica eats breakfast while dialing her closest friend, Kaitlyn's, number.

Jessica shakes her head and decides she needs breakfast before worrying about this kind of crap. She dials Kaitlyn's cell number. Kait's pretty much the only other homeschooled kid Jessica knows well.
"Hey, Kait, 'sup?"
"Um, not too much...except that the University is quarantined for some reason."
"What?"
"Yeah, Mom was heading to pick up some last-minute eggnog for the Christmas celebration with Grandpa Dan, and he ran into a bunch of people in these weird suits setting up some sort of barricade. She says a police officer stopped her and said she had to go back. I can't believe it!"
"Ohmygod! Are you okay?"
"If I wasn't, that would be a bigger concern than the quarantine! George is throwing up, though." George is Kaitlyn's 8-year-old brother.
"Probably just a flu."
"Yeah, that's what Dad says. Well, um..."
There is an uncomfortable pause.

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There is 1 hour and 50 minutes left this turn. What do these five do?

Your non-digging robot is missing a leg. Unless you mean the octotanks, of course.

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You make yourself presentable, different, and not looking like some sort of freak. [5] You remove your left hand (the pick) and make yourself a new one. [6] It looks very realistic, but depletes your supplies. Another thing to go into town for. You leave some orders for Jim and your robots, [2] and head to town.
You pick up some various computing and mechanical parts for $100, considering how at this rate you'll be bankrupt in a month or two, and try to find someone to cook and clean.
[2] You are not successful, and you overhear someone mentioning that the police are on alert for you. [6] You leave without being stopped by the police, quite quickly and possibly suspiciously.
When you return, you see that Jim is working on a new robot. You ask him to stop long enough to teach you some of the finer tricks of robotics. He does. He gets back to work.
You find your seven kittens, and [4] make good progress on housetraining them. You realise over dinner how much Jim was right--you do need someone who knows how to keep house.
Before bed, you check to see how the diggerbot is doing. [6] It mined out a pretty big bunker--you need to spend a few hours getting supports up to keep the castle from collapsing! Thankfully, the bunker is only near a sewer line, not in the middle of it.

END OF DAY 4 OF VILLAINY

You wake up, exhausted. You could sleep in a few hours after checking on Jim, or you could take a -1 to all rolls for today. What do you do?

No, Brainfreez^TM should be administered to the leader and someone else should be an advisor. brainfreez maybe, but not needed, and anyhoo there,s too much of a chance they'd fight over the Brainfreez.

I need to mod in bread...
Meh, planning to anyways.

No, I mistyped it and was wondering how I typed the opposite of what I meant.

Shame you didn't get to that sperm whale. Its meat could have fed your fortress for a year or two.