Who: Anyone who wants to be evacuated! Open throughout the plot. What: A haven for the non-fighters Where: Las Vegas Rescue Mission When: During the ice/dragon/Hulk Warnings/Rating: Location in titles, warn where required, mayhem allowed.
The Las Vegas Rescue Mission opened its doors within an hour of the ice appearing on the Strip. School buses were pressed into service, and they made near-constant passes along the perimeter surrounding the chaos, picking up anyone who wished to evacuate demolished apartments or hotels, or to flee the ever-growing danger that was engulfing the Strip.
The Mission was a large, squat emergency shelter just outside the heart of Las Vegas. Containing six large rooms, all lined with spartan bunk beds, it looked more like a prison than a safehouse. But there were no windows, and no strong winds could blow it over, and the beds were clean and sturdy. They were probably over capacity, but that didn't matter, and emergency services set up triage in one of the offices. Food was available in a small cafeteria, but it was food service level fare, and the lines were long.
For now, the Mission was out of the path of danger, and though the lights flickered and went out as the battle waged outside, it was a relative calm-zone in the midst of madness, with all televisions tuned to the action outside, where superheroes battled creatures that no one had ever imagined could become reality.