ben

Who: Ben, open to all inside the chapel
Where: The chapel!
When: Noonish

He'd been trying, trying so hard to keep control. The days since the fire had been a steady erosion of what little calm and composure Ben could usually muster; first the forced interaction with the others while building shelters, then the complete absence of the privacy he craved so badly. Without his medicine, Ben knew that it was a matter of time, time that was sapped more quickly by having to help these people he didn't know or trust.

Who: Andre, Ben, Bob, Dan, Nic, Sarah, and Zania
Where: Outside the Chapel
When: 6:30 am and onwards

The first thing Zania took note of was the twelve two-person tents, not nearly enough to fit everyone in the house. Even if everyone took three people per tent, she was pretty sure they would still be short. People could sleep in the chapel though, in the pews, or in her case, under them. She knew for a fact that was where she'd feel safest. But she'd signed on to build shelters, regardless of the fact that they might not be for her. Though the tents were an easy choice, there was surely some tarp in the shed, or at least down at the boat dock. She remembered seeing tarps covering the boats, protecting them. Those could be strung up to at least create shade, even if they didn't need it now, or maybe a very simple tent. "We've got our work cut out for us," she muttered to Sarah, wondering just where they should start. Maybe the tents...

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: 

Indescribable

Who: Rebekah and Ben
When: evening
Where: fourth floor common area

If she was being completely honest with herself, the last thing Rebekah wanted to do was leave her room. She just wanted to hide and wait until the unsettled and upset feeling in her stomach left her, however long that might end up being. Forever, if she had to. But there was something she had to do before she could lock herself away indefinitely. She had to be rid of it.

Who: Dave and nearly everybody
Where: Phone calls
When: Arse-early morning

Dave put down the phone to Jason and then started dialling each room in turn - starting at the top of the house and working his way down. He let the phone ring and ring and ring until either it was answered, or he marked the name off his list as 'not there'. Luckily with the room-overflow, he had a good idea of who was where, even if he had been largely out of touch for the last couple of days.