conor

Who: Conor Austen, Aamir Khan
Where: the stockade, near the well
When: early morning

Aamir woke, sprawled on his back, wide sky above tinted rosy pink. Sky. The sight drew one corner of his mouth up in a smile. This was already better than the last place. His memory was hazy, but there had been fluorescent lights. An arch of plastic flowers, fake windows... Caél!

Who: Conor and Zania
Where: The Stockade
When: Evening

Who: Andre and Conor
Where: Out by the fence
When: Dusk

The wolves had sounded like they were getting closer all day. Andre didn't want to take any chances on them getting in during the night, so he'd taken it upon himself to walk the perimeter, checking the fence and the gate to make sure the ropes were secure. Ropes. Yeah, that's strong. Andre jumped as he heard another howl, much closer than the last ones had been. He looked up at the top of the fence and wondered just how high wolves could jump. "Be nice if they gave us a shotgun up in here," he muttered to himself as he gave a couple of stakes a shake. Yep, sturdy. That's a relief at least.

Who: Conor and Rebekah
Where: In the stockade's enclosure
When: Early afternoon

Really, he was just thankful that there weren't any cows in the barn.

Who: Adam, Conor and Zania
Where: Around the fort,s tarting at the barn
When: Dawn

Adam woke from a deep sleep, stretching as he did so and he realised that he was in a bed. Which he hadn't been for days. He sat up, looking around. Okay, he was in a small room, wood-walled, nowhere he recognised. This was... new. There wasn't much to see in the room and it didn't take him but a minute to find the clothes, pulling on a pair of thick blue jeans and a shirt, ignoring the jackets and hats he found there. The pair of boots they'd left for him he very much did pull on though, before he left his room and headed for the communal area he found outside the door. There were other doors here, he noted, and, working on the basis that everyone had a room, he knocked on one at random.

Who: Conor and Sarah
When: Afternoon
Where: Campfire

With some of the chaos of the day winding down, after the body had been found and buried, Sarah instinctively went off to find Dan, but while walking, changed course to search for Conor instead. Dan had Nic and she doubted that today, of all days, he would want her clinging to him because a dead body of a girl she hadn't even known freaked her out. It didn't take long to track him down, given he was sitting in the general campsite area, near where the fire had been burning the night before. He'd seemed to be in a foul mood earlier, when she had first woken up to the discovery of the body, so she braced herself for that and went over to him, her fingers gripping the sleeves of the sweatshirt that belonged to him.

Who: Conor and Zania
Where: In the woods near the campsite.
When: After the others go to find the body.

There was something to be said for having the capability to fool one's own mind. For instance, Conor could make his brain believe that he wasn't sick. He could make himself think he was invincible. He had, admittedly, suffered under the delusion that he was immortal for several years now. These facts were never challenged, not even in the very darkest recesses of his own mind, until his chest was tightening and his lungs were grasping and his throat was closing. Like now.

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: Conor and Bob
Where: Chapel
When: Evening

This was a new one. Bob was sure he'd never stayed so late at church--any church--on Easter Sunday. Easter was all about getting up before dawn to preside over the sunrise service, followed by three more celebrations of the Eucharist with a short break for the annual Sunday School egg hunt. The whole shebang was finished by one o'clock. But here he was, preparing to spend the night in the chapel... And preparing to haul out the altar hangings for use as blankets. That was an activity he'd never thought to find himself engaging in.

If only he could find the altar hangings. The chapel's storage closet was set up nothing like the sacistry back at St. Asaph's. Which was just as well, Bob thought as he rummaged through unfamiliar cabinets. If any of his Altar Guild ladies could see him now, they'd probably have a heart attack.

Who: Conor and Sarah
When: Early evening
Where: By the stream

His fingertips were slightly sore from the work he'd put in -- the pews had had the tendency to slip and chafe as he'd moved them -- but Conor felt that in all, the demands put upon him had been few. The work was unimpressive, if necessary. Now there were enough makeshift beds in the chapel to sleep approximately twenty people, and the floorspace made it even more useful. He doubted they could fit everyone -- the groups had begun to return by the time he and Zania had finished outfitting the place -- but there were still tents as options for the rest. Conor sat beneath a tree, smoking a clove as the sun was setting and finding the entire scenario cliched and exhausting. He exhaled smoke, a paltry attempt at damaging the solidness of the atmosphere, a mar on the picture in front of him. He thought, vaguely, that he could have chosen somewhere less scenic.

Who: Matt and Conor
Where: Lakeside
When: Afternoon

Matt had been out on the lake all day, looking for Ashley's body. And had, unsurprisingly, found absolutely nothing. He'd hoped - he'd really hoped - that he'd find her. He hated the idea of her body being out there, but nothing at all and eventually he'd rowed back towards the campsite. That had been the side effect of today - the one good thing. Matt Ambry had learned to row. When he'd left this morning, he was still at the 'almost losing oars' stage - when he'd returned, he was fairly decent. What he was unsure of, though, was how to land the damn thing - and in the end he'd just gone for pointing himself at the shore and rowing as hard as he could, ramming the small boat up onto the shore.

Who: Conor and Zania
Where: Around the chapel
When: Late Morning

This was chaos. Pure chaos. Sure, they were assigned to tasks, but the tasks were vague and no one seemed to have direction. Zania would rather have been in her tent sewing people new things to wear, but she hadn't exactly been given that choice, so she was back on shelter duty. Yesterday that had been a productive endeavor, but today it seemed kind of pointless. Or, from where she was standing it was, at least. The building part was done, in her opinion. Now there were other tasks to be seen to, and she'd get on them if no one else was going to do them. The chapel, for instance, wasn't quite being utilized to it's full capacity. For one thing, it was hot as hell in the afternoon, with so many people in it, but at least it had a roof, a solid roof at that. Zania slowly began to walk around the chapel, looking up at the windows. They needed to open all the windows and let some air in. And she wondered if it was possible to climb up to the top of the bell tower...

Who: Conor and Hannah
When: Approximately 9 a.m.
Where: In the forest behind the chapel.

This was most certainly not The W.