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Who: Anna and open to any and all bunker people
Where: Bunker main living area
When: Morning

The light was bright behind her eyes – Anna was sure that’s what woke her. She’d been sleeping in the chapel and it was gloomy in there most of the time. Here, the light was different. And she was lying on something... soft. She opened her eyes and looked around and realised two things at once. Firstly that she was on a sofa. And secondly that everything was hideous! Pastels and cutesy colours, frills and flounces! Everything was so, so nice. It was just horrible and she hated it.

She was up in a moment, realising that there were other people in the room. “They moved us again!” she declared, shouting loud enough to wake the dead. Something that made her head throb, recalling the headache she’d had since the explosion.

Who: Andre, Caél, and Matt
Where: By the lake
When: About 7ish

Andre really didn't remember the lake being this far. Of course, last time he'd been wearing shoes and hadn't been pushing a wheelbarrow. Still, they were getting there, that was the important thing. He wanted to get this over with quickly. They'd been walking for a while and were getting close to the lake when he finally started to smell it. Yeah, that's it all right. Phew. He put down the wheelbarrow for a moment and pulled out a couple of cigars he'd gotten out of his tent, tossing one to Caél. "You might want this, bro. That thing's gonna be rank when we get to it. The cigar'll mask the smell a bit." He got his cigar lit- never easy with just matches- then offered the box to Caél. "At least, that's what they do on CSI and shit."

Who: Conor, Rain, Zania, Andre, Caél, Sarah, and Matt
Where: Around the campsite
When: April 17, 6:30 AM

Rising so early in the morning was no mean feat, but Conor had pushed his way into the chapel a few hours earlier, when the winds started, and gotten very little sleep from that point forward, huddled in a corner.

Who: Cael and Zania
Where: In The Forest
When: Afternoon

It wasn't until Zania took a break from her work that she began to notice the Easter eggs. There were little colored eggs all over the place, hidden and waiting to be picked up. At first she'd thought they were just painted raw eggs, but once she realized they were hard boiled, the search became much more important. They were instantly edible, and even if she had a small supply of chocolate back at her tent, the more eggs she could find, the better. It seemed a bit crazy, hiding all those eggs, but she was enjoying the hunt, especially as a break from building things.

It didn't occur to her to watch where she was going. Besides the wolves, the forest had always seemed fairly safe. They'd wandered through it without trouble while looking for Greg's body. She thought nothing for it now, and it wasn't until she was falling that she realized that might not be the case any longer. Zania screamed as she fell, the ground knocking the wind out of her completely. For a moment she just lay there, trying to get her bearing straight. She wasn't hurt, not really. She may have twisted her ankle, but it was hard to tell right now. No broken bones, though her whole body ached. Pulling herself to a sitting position, Zania looked up the slope she'd fallen, immediately realizing it was a trap. A trap for an animal, perhaps, but still a trap.

Who: Caél
Where: The woods
When: All day

Caél had hoped to relax and clear all the smoke and soot out of his respiratory system before doing anything. It wasn’t that is was terribly inhibiting, no, it just wore on one of his several exposed nerve endings. Being at anything other than the top of his game was nothing less than infuriating. And the house exploding? As amazing and beautiful as it was, didn’t improve his mood. Granted it didn’t irritate him further, he was used to losing anything and everything at the drop of a hat, but there was still that choking, bitter taste at the back of his throat. He was going to be stuck in close quarters with all these useless heaping bags of flesh. Especially…

Who: Dave and anyone/ everyone
Where: The Chapel
When: 4am onwards

Who: Open to everyone on the fourth floor!
Where: Fourth floor
When: 4amish

Tonight was one of those nights where Caél was a prisoner to his insomnia. He had taken a handful of his sleeping pills early in the evening and it didn't even make him yawn. He hadn't been expecting to sleep at all. So, when 1am rolled around and he got inexhaustibly sleepy, he knew something was up. Curiosity clawed at his eyes, trying to keep them open, but whatever was pumping him full of serotonin won, hands down, and Caél fell asleep with a smile on his lips. He was happy to be drugged; it meant something interesting was going to happen.

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Who: Caél and Aamir
When: Morning
Where: Storage shed and trails

After the string of days where the weather could be succinctly summarized as shit, Caél decided to take advantage of the pleasant morning and venture into the great outdoors. He’d seen enough of the house, physically as well as vicariously through the cameras. And, as vast as the mansion was, it was still an enclosed space whose foundations were finite enough to make him feel uncomfortable. True he was a lab rat, in a way, but Caél didn’t need, or want, to be reminded of that fact.

Who: Everyone
When: 6:30.
Where: Ballroom.

Lina started the meeting off the same way she had last time - the chairs for everyone had been set up around the room in a circle, and after everyone had arrived, she'd had everyone take a turn at introducing themselves. Then she'd started the talk on what she knew was most important to people. "Security." she said, sighing. "Kales and Dan have been working on a panic button, and Adam has agreed to make up door brackets for barricades. Does anyone else have any ideas they'd like to talk over?" She wagered they did, and she tried not to look at anyone in particular as she said it.

Who: Dan, Zhen, Lina, Kaori, Nic, and open to everyone!
Where: Second floor, meat locker, ballroom
When: About 7:15ish

People called to him or tried to talk to him as he ran through the house, hammering on every single door as he went, but not stopping for anything more than the odd comment to the stupid people who didn't get it - didn't get that Nic was missing, and that he was hurt and that he could be in danger, that anything could have happened to him. They didn't. get. it. But they'd be awake - they had to be awake. And then they could all help look for Nic and they'd find him and it'd all be okay - it all had to be okay. They just couldn't be sleeping right now. After he had finished hammering on the doors of the second floor, he ran towards the stairs, taking them two at a time as he headed for the foyer.

Zhen was following him. She was telling people as they went what was going on, though just in clips and phrases, calls for help and for people to search for Nic, but she wasn't sticking around to give a dissertation on the matter. She was hot on Dan's heels, because no way in hell was she leaving him alone right now to face---whatever was coming. No way. Even if he didn't want her there (or notice, since she was sure he was far too distraught to even understand he was being followed), she was going to be. Just in case.

Lina had made two calls - one to the medical level so Millie could locate Dave, and one to Kaori, because, well, having the shrink on hand right now was probably just a good idea. Then she was out her door and hauling ass up the stairs, thinking she should probably see if Dan was having a screaming heart attack before she ran to the meat locker, because that seemed like the rational place to look, and WHOA there was Dan on the stairs. She nearly collided with Nic's half-naked, fully bloody, wrench-wielding boyfriend on the stairs and had to jump so as to avoid tumbling back down said stairs with him. "DAN!" she yelled. She'd never actually met him, but she knew him well enough from the scientists sick little games. "Go see Dave!" Yeah, she didn't actually think that would work, but what the hell.