Who: Ivy, Chase and Scotty Where: In the woooooooods When: sunset and beyond
Chase didn't really want to go on a search and rescue mission. He didn't have anything against Jerome, but neither of the people missing were his. Still, it felt wrong to not do anything, and despite not being an outdoor survival guru, he did feel like maybe he had some indirect level of experience here. Despite not knowing Ivy very well, he got the impression that the two of them would probably work fine together. Scotty, on the other hand, wasn't all that welcome of an addition. He supposed that he could console himself with the fact that if Scotty was out there with him he wasn't anywhere near Tobias, but that still also meant being out in the woods with Simms' kid.
Considering he lived in the house it wasn't all that surprising that he was the first on the porch. That just gave him a few more minutes to tear the last bit of sheet into usable strips. His walking stick and Tobias' leaned side-by-side against the door frame, his his hammer resting in its spot on his belt. His hand-sized SOL survival kit rested on the table beside him, the compartment where the foldable knife usually rested empty as he used it against the material in his hands to start the strips. His sagging pack leaned against his leg on the floor, mostly empty save for a sweatshirt, his water and a little food, and a first aid kit.
The tear of the material was a little soothing, transfixing, even as his eyes darted towards the two previously-boarded windows that someone had freed. There was still light, but it was already starting to fade. There was no way of knowing how long it was going to take them to where they were, or what condition Jerome and Vanessa were going to be in once they were found. Getting them back could be a problem, even not taking into account whatever the heck might happen after dark. He tried not to think about what Lucy could have seen on her phone, or what else might be out there, or the thin-as-fuck reasoning that whatever happened seemed to happen long after they'd probably be back.
The crunch of footsteps from outside told him that one of the two was probably showing up and he worked faster to break down the last bit of sheet. He hoped he'd have enough.