Sorry, Kedly and pisskop. I already chose the five I'm starting with. I'll put you on the waiting list; if someone dies, you can get people. Anyone can suggest actions for anyone, though.
Victor Sulu wakes up in his MMA studio with the girls he was "working out" with, Jamie and Gretchen. The three of them get some warmer clothes on and chat, considering what to do about breakfast, or perhaps brunch--it's about 10. After ten or twelve minutes and most of his second cup of coffee, Victor realises what's been bugging him since he woke up. It's quiet,with the sounds of the Windy City reduced to a breeze whistling across the new snow and the occasional pigeon trying to find a warmer spot.
Jessica Blanc wakes up around the same time, having fallen asleep studying for a math test. She was homeschooled, and her (divorced) mom was brutal about this kind of thing. She wouldn't get the morning off, and her afternoon was only free because her father couldn't meet with them on Christmas proper. She shuffled sleepily into the kitchen and wondered what time it was. Just after ten--WTF? Where was Mom? Jessica turned on the radio to listen to music while she made coffee and eggs, but nothing played but static.
Phillip Anderson woke up sadly. It's horrible, especially since it was Christmastime. Only another week until the hearing. He's late for jogging--three hours late, and he hasn't gotten breakfast yet--but who cares? He's got a free day. He sets out for jogging a bit after 10, and the first thing he notices is the snow, nice and white, almost covering the abandoned cars, doors left open, in both lanes pointing out. The Department's going to be busy today...
Eric Romani awoke suddenly. It took a moment to realize what woke him up--not noise, but silence. He got dressed and wondered what to do.
Robert Johnson slowly woke up. He noticed several other students doing the same. Man, what a wild party. Just imagine what tomorrow will be like. He got up, careful not to disturb the girl sleeping next to him, and tried to find his shoes when he noticed the most conscious students huddled around a HAM radio or something. He slurred a greeting at them, but they didn't respond. After another couple attempts at getting their attention, one of the students looked up and said, "The school's under quarantine. Be quiet, we're trying to listen."
What do these five luckless souls do? They have about two hours left this turn. (I've decided to divide each day into eight three-hour "turns," and each turn into actions as needed.)