artemis

Mood: 

Worried

Who: Torlin and anybody who wants to pick berries!
When: after orders are given out
Where: the woods, dur

Torlin had done as Kales said and gotten a group together to go look for natural things to eat in the woods. She really wished she'd had the wherewithal to get some slippers on before she ran out of the house, but ... c'est la vie. She had socks on, and that was more than some people. She was trying to stay in sight of the chapel -- also as instructed -- and keep their bearings as well as she could. She wasn't sure if they'd actually find anything, but it was something to do, and she wasn't exactly good at anything else they needed. So berry-hunting it was.

who: jason and people in/around the chapel
when: about 10 minutes after the explosion
where: in the doorway of the chapel

Jason had checked on a couple of things before he'd actually headed for the chapel. He had his stupid list with him, but really, he was more concerned with checking to see if anyone had oh, gotten their ass blown up. So far, it didn't look that way, and he'd of course made sure that the most important people to him were okay. Emma, Katalina...Dave he'd seen outside tending to someone who was hurt.

Mood: 

Relaxed

Who: Dave and Artemis
Where: The boat shed
When: Afternoon

The last few days had felt like a holiday to Dave. He'd had no patients, he'd hardly felt the need to enter the medical level - he'd slept a lot and caught up on all of the things that had fallen by the wayside. And now, with the finer weather, he was taking the chance to get outside.

First off, this place has a lot of doors.

Secondly, there aren't enough windows. I'm going to end up spending all my time outside.

And thirdly... a journal. I feel like I'm back in high school with that whacked psychiatrist trying to tell me to write about my feelings. Oh well. She deserved to have that book thrown at her. Idiot.

Maybe I should just make something up.

Dear diary,

Artemis.

Mood: 

Bored

Who: Artemis and Drew
Where: First Floor at the bottom of the stairs.
When: About 12:30pm.

Two days had passed. Two days since she'd been deposited in this room.

It wasn't a bad room, really. Her clothes were neatly in her closet, her camera was on the nightstand, and her cartons of cigarettes had been tucked away into a cupboard. There was even a little bathroom where her makeup had been placed in neat little rows along the vanity.

Two days. Since she'd been blindfolded and been told to wait. Since she'd picked up the phone and been told she could leave.

But she hadn't.