April 15

Mood: 

Sleepy

Who: Kaylin and Torlin
When: early nighttime
Where: tent

They'd found blueberries, which was good, and picked as many as they could, which was also good. It kept total ravenous hunger at bay, which was something, at least. But the entire day had left Torlin absolutely exhausted. Trauma would do that to a person, she guessed. And they'd all had massive amounts of it. Kaylin had been fine sharing a tent, which she was grateful for. One it was set up, she'd let Sushi and Loki into it, so that they could not be all blanket-tied and have some space to run around. Which mostly meant they hid in the corner. Tor had cleaned up after them before they'd all settled in to try and get some sleep, the light from the fire shining dimly through the green material of the tent. She settled, hugging the thin blanket around her shoulders, and shifted a tiny bit closer to Kaylin. "How's your head?" she asked quietly.

Kaylin had taken her job seriously, making sure groups were receiving adequate water from the tap in the bathroom where she and the others assigned to her task were filling canteens. She'd done what she could to pitch in elsewhere, too, ignoring her fatigue, sore lungs, sore body, and the painfully familiar ache building in her head. There were, after all, things to be done and people working much harder than she was. She was, however, grateful when everyone seemed to be settling in for the evening and she was able to bed down in the tent she was sharing with Torlin. She was curled up in her sweater after examining the burn down her shoulder and arm; it looked like a very bad sunburn, so it shouldn't be anything that wouldn't heal on its own given time and protection from the sun. "It's been better," she admitted, voice hoarse from the smoke she'd inhaled and the yelling she'd been doing that morning while escaping from the house. "I'm hoping sleep will help, too." She doubted it would; it rarely did even in the best of conditions. Which these definitely weren't. Still, it was hard to keep Kaylin down and she leaned slightly to rest her head against Torlin's shoulder, taking comfort from the nearness of her friend. "How are you feeling?"

Mood: 

Exhausted

Who: Gavin and Janie
When: nighttime
Where: on the pontoon boat on the lake

Janie had done remarkably little since being pulled from the burning bulding. Since Gavin had gotten her out. She wasn't catatonic. Not yet. Though there were large parts of her that longed for it. But no, her mind hadn't shut down. Her body hadn't either. And while she made little to no response to anything much during the entire day--save to curl up closer to Gavin when he was in the vicinity, that didn't mean she was out for the count. They'd gotten to the boat house, that part was slightly fuzzy for her, she didn't remember exactly how it had happened. But, they were on the pontoon boat, and they somehow had gotten ahold of one of the emergency blankets from one of the first aid kits. Millie, maybe. Nurse-woman. Whatever. Either way, sometime after sunset, Janie moved.

She got up, leaving the one card she'd managed to hold onto by Gavin, and she unhooked the boat from the...plank or whatever the fuck it was that it was tied to. She pushed it out, the got back onto it as it started to drift out onto the lake proper. She didn't want to go far. Just...not in there. She sat down as they drifted, the lake's natural current not taking them far. Her eyes were up on the sky for a few long moments, then they drifted down to Gavin. "...are you okay?" she asked, voice hoarse. She wondered if that was because she hadn't spoken, or from smoke inhalation, but it was a dim sort of pondering. Nothing that mattered. It hurt to talk a little. But she was okay with that.

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Who: Dan and Nic
Where: Down by the Lake
When: Close to Sunset

After getting the tents built, getting the shelters put up, building the fire, and escaping a burning building, Nic eventually wanted to be clean. He wanted it bad enough that he was willing to swim in the lake, just to get the smell of smoke off of him and out of his hair. He and Dan had headed down to the lakeside close to sunset, Dan's flashlight with them just in case it got dark while they were gone. With Dan standing guard, Nic didn't mind stripping down, unwilling to get his one item of clothing wet. The water lapped gently against his hips as he shivered, adjusting to the temperature. It wasn't cold, but it definitely wasn't all that warm. Dan and Izzy sat on the side, Izzy by instruction and Dan by his own free will. Nic knew Dan wanted to be clean as much as he did, probably more, but his boyfriend had sat his butt down on the shore and hadn't moved a step closer. Nic took another step into the water and it rose over his waist. One more and he'd dip himself under completely.

Dan definitely wasn't moving closer - in fact he was about as close as he was going to get to the scarily large and probably impossibly deep lake. Bottomless, he imagined. And full of things wanting to pull him under, or bite his ankles, or catch on his feet so he couldn't get back to shore. And, yes, he was jealous - he felt hideous. Dirty and sweaty and horrible. And he looked a mess - he knew he looked a mess. And stank. But that wasn't enough to get him near the lake o' death there. And so he sat on the shore and suffered - like Nic would have to suffer sleeping with a dirty, smelly boyfriend. Maybe he should offer to sleep out of the tent. Maybe he could wash off enough in the chapel sink. Or something.

Who: Sarah and Zania
When: Nighttime
Where: Around the fire

The day had been exhausting, both mentally and physically and as night settled in, things seemed to get a bit calmer. At least for Sarah. Which was shocking, given she'd been dreading nightfall all day. There was a fire nearby, that gave off plenty of light to keep her from becoming afraid. And hopefully she would fall asleep before it died out. Which reminded her that she still had no idea where to sleep. She knew people in the tents had to double up, and sleeping near Dan was a definite no go. In fact, she'd pretty much succeeded in avoiding him for most of the day, other than when he and Nic helped build the shelters.

Sarah stood close enough to the fire for the light, but not close enough to feel the warmth. She felt out of place. She didn't know anyone really, other than the few people she'd met, but even then, she certainly feel close enough to seek any kind of comfort from them. Arms folded around herself, her gaze fell upon Zania who was sitting alone. She hadn't gotten any bitchy vibes from the woman at all that day, even when she'd taken charge in regards to getting the shelters built. And now she looked just as alone as Sarah felt. Biting her lip briefly, Sarah found herself walking over toward the young woman, wanting to reach out. Even if she was rebuffed, well, hey, at least she tried. And with the situation they were all in now, it felt important to try. "Hey," she said, taking a seat next to her. "How're you holding up?"

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…

Mood: 

Annoyed

Who: D and the firewood-hunters
When: all day
Where: woods, dur

D cursed to himself as -- yet again -- he stepped on something that was fucking pointy and shitty. "Suuure, nigga. Pickin' up sticks. Goan' be easy, muhfuckah. Jus' wander 'round with all the woodland creatures, all Snow Black an' the Seven Dickheads an' shit, pick up nice pre-cut logs for firewood," he muttered sourly to himself. He paused under a tree that looked like it had branches that could be conceivably cut down and dragged. He hefted the axe that had been handed to him to do this shit with, and started swinging, gritting his teeth as it rubbed against blisters.

He was hating this bullshit more and more by the second.

Mood: 

Dirty

Who: Gwil and open to fishing people and passersby
Where: By the lake, of course
When: Afternoon

Fishing – he could do fishing. And as soon as he’d been allocated his task, he headed out. Actually, of all of the things he could have ended up doing, fishing was probably the easiest – if most boring. Gwil found himself a rod and some bait and set up in a handy-looking spot. He wasn’t someone who would say he found fishing ‘fun’, but he’d learnt to fish as a boy with his da and he knew what made a good spot. He just wish he had a book to read, or some music to listen to to pass the time, but there was nothing – only the crackling sound of the burning building and the rank smell of smoke in the air.

He cast his first line and settled back against the bank, looking out over the lake as he waited for something to bite. That water looked good – maybe later he’d go for a swim, wash himself off. He knew he stank to high heaven, and looked like a bloody chimney sweep. He could wash his clothes at the same time, leave them to dry on the bank. Of course, that would mean lying around naked – which would probably offend some people. He rolled his eyes and began to whistle, making his own music.

Mood: 

Working

Who: Anyone who wants to get a reaction in.
When: Morning.
Where: Chapel.

A lot of people were milling about, in shock and in need of hand-holding perhaps. After working out a tentative plan with Jason, Lina had rooted around in a closet until she found a pen and paper, and started scribbling out groups. Once she had things as good as she felt she'd get them, she stood up in front of the alter, put her fingers in her mouth, and whistled. Loudly.

"Listen up!" she ordered loudly in a clear, confident voice. "A lot of people have already taken some initiative and gotten to work, and that's great. For the rest of you, I know a lot of you guys are in shock, but we can't assume this is going to get better. The sun is up now, and the fire will burn itself out before long, and we need to prepare ourselves for what could be ahead. I'm assigning everyone into a work group, and you'll be expected to do your job, or give me a damn good reason why you can't - and then we'll find something else helpful for you to be doing."

There'd always be someone who didn't want to play nice, right? "Okay, here's where we're at! Andre, Zania, Bob, Nic, Dan, Ben, and Sarah are working on building shelters! Torlin has taken charge of vegetation gathering - berries or whatever you can find - and Artemis, Zhen, Davis, and Tisi are helping her out! Working with snares and traps for small game - that's Cortez, Aamir, Caél, and Laila! There are three fishing poles and lures - that's going to Vivian, Gwil, and Hannah!" Hey, the girl didn't need her eyes to hold a fishing pole. Someone could bait her hook for her, and if she got mouthy, they could just use one of Hannah's eyeballs. They were probably pretty enticing to a fish, and hey, Hannah wasn't using them anyway. She certainly went out of her way to make sure everyone knew that.

"Firewood gathering! Drew, Rin, D, Matt, and Ren. What you find, stack in piles at the side of the chapel! Millie and Kaori are handing out tents and deciding who is sleeping where, and Millie's also helping Dave with anything medical. Joy, Blair, Calvin - I want you guys sorting through everything that might be useful. That's here, the shed, and the boathouse - take anything that we might need back here and sort through it to be dealt with later. Sally, Twitch, Kaylin, Emma? There are canteens, and a sink in the back bathroom." Yes, a small bathroom with only a sink and a toilet. Lina was shocked to find it was actually working. "Each of you take two canteens, fill them, and make rounds to each group back and forth to make sure everyone stays hydrated! Kales and I are taking the bows and a couple four-wheelers deeper into the woods to look for deer. The ONLY people who have a right to not be doing anything are Janie, Gavin, Rebekah, Esmé, and Anna. Adam is going to stay behind to help watch after them or help if Dave, Millie, or Kaori need it. I want everyone meeting back here at sunset so we can touch base and see where we're at. Understood? Alright, let's go!"

Who: Rain and Open
Where: the woods
When: afternoonish

Rain had been doing three basic things for the past few days while being away from the house. One was being spoiled absolutely rotten, which was really rather fun and she approved of it. The other was going stark raving insane, which was less fun and not something she'd enjoyed quite as much. The third was sleep.

Mood: 

Uncomfortable

Who: Adam and Rebekah
Where: Chapel
When: Around midday

Adam wasn't the type of man who could sit around and do nothing whilst there was work to be done, but yet he felt a sense of responsibility towards Rebekah since he's carried her out of the burning building, especially since she'd been unconscious ever since. And so it was that he'd moved from group to group all morning, helping out where he could and where was needed and in between times returning to the chapel to check on her and talk with the doctor, whenever he got the opportunity. Right now was one such time - he'd taken a break from work to grab a glass of water and he sipped at it, sitting a few feet away from where Rebekah lay on the floor.

Rebekah had been blissfully unconscious and undreaming since her rescue. Really since before the rescue was complete, so when thoughts began to slowly wake up in her brain and bubble to the surface, she expected there to still be fire around her. For a brief second, she could almost feel it, the searing heat that would last her through all eternities. What she didn't expect was there to be hard cool floor under her. Her throat was raw and her abdomen ached from coughing in her "sleep". Her eyebrows twitched faintly as she became more aware of things, and she stirred before they actually opened. To take in a wooden ceiling. What?

Mood: 

Crushed

Who: Emma, works as a solo or an open scene. :)
When: Once people start working.
Where: Chapel storage room.

Emma was in shock. She knew that well enough. Once she realized the people she cared about were okay, it had all started to sink in. What had just happened. How bad it was. And even how much worse it could have been.

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...

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: Esmé
Where: In her mind and in the chapel
When: Sometime after the explosion

Who: Rin, Drew (Open to Any Others!)
Where: Walking to the Boathouse
When: Post 6am explosion & roll call
What: Checking the boathouse

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: 

Impressed

Who: Anna and open
Where: Between the house and the chapel
When: 6am

Anna had eventually gone to the chapel and had her name ticked off, but after that nobody seemed particularly bothered about her. She wasn't injured and everyone was too busy either organising stuff or being hurt to really pay any attention to the young girl. She wandered round the chapel for a bit, watching people, but that was boring after a while. And she wasn't much of an organiser, so in the end she'd found herself back outside and walking up to the house.

Around six AM, just before the sun begins to rise, the still-raging fire must have reached the sub-basements - and the many oxygen tanks and various other fire hazards in the medical level, as there is a rather large explosion. All windows shatter. Glass breaks out of the bottom floor at high velocity with it--let's hope no one was stupid enough to still be standing there when that goes.