cal

Who: Cal and Millie
Where: The Infirmary
When: Late Afternoon-ish

Calvin couldn't tell where his unease had come from, exactly. May have been the fact that they appeared to be in a god damn fallout bunker or the whole people trying to stab each other thing. Which was just plain fantastic, exactly what they needed when stuck in such close quarters, a good dose of fear and paranoia. Truth be told, the place was more strange than disturbing. They had food and clean water, showers, and clean clothes. Was definitely an improvement on the camp o' wolves, that was for sure. Still, he wasn't entirely pleased with who the scientist's had chosen to stick him with, because breaking up a knife fight wasn't exactly what Cal needed on top of the sadistic experiment and withdrawal. Those two shits are lucky we're stocked up on food. If it'd turned Donner party, they'd have gone first. Even given the situation, though, he was in good spirits, if only because he'd heard Millie say painkillers. Finally. He'd been lucky not getting an attack in the past few days, but he knew it wouldn't last. He needed those pills as soon as possible, and he was on his way to the infirmary to do just that. Christ, I hope Mr. Jihad is still out. Don't have much patience for crazy right now.

Millie was in the infirmary. She'd showered and changed, into what made her look like a stereotypical nurse from the 1940s. It was better than nothing. She had two sedated patients, which she planned to keep sedated until further notice. How long that would be she didn't know, and didn't particularly give a shit either. She wasn't going to be having knife fights going on under her watch. She was the only official in this place, and she meant to take that responsibility very seriously. When the door opened, she looked up from where she was filling out an inventory sheet on everything in the infirmary. "...hello Calvin." she said lightly. She'd been expecting him to show eventually.

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: Cal and Millie
where: Outside
when: Just past dawn

Mood: 

Determined

who: millie and open for cal
where: his room
when: 10am

Right on time, Millie walked up, and knocked on the door to Calvin's room. She had the cup of coffee she'd made him, better to his specifications, and had of course waited until the specified time. She was accommodating, really. She just wasn't going to listen when he told her to fuck off. That wasn't going to fly.