April 16

Zania: Redheaded, foreign, most definitely some kind of nomad: accent's hard to place and she talks like she's roaming. Sensible. Ish.

*Proven practical. Hallefuckinglujah.

Too much goddamn drama. Buncha crazy crackers, only a few of them really worth anything. These scientists really expect us to survive on chocolate bunnies and hard boiled eggs? I know I'm a big ol' boy, but shit. Some shit gotta change soon, or these people gonna be all over each other. Already had one of them white chicks- one of the ones that i woke up to naked this morning- come into camp lookin' like she'd been in a fight, and the longer we're out here, the more it's gonna happen.

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

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: Bob and Rain
Where: Chapel steps
When: After the chicks in the stocks get loose and before Lina does the job thing

Bob wasn't particularly impressed with his presents from the scientists. The leather-bound journal: At first, he'd mistaken for a book. Opening it, he let out a snort of disbelief. The scientists were still going to require that every participant keep a journal? Well, he would have some choice words to record... But later. He moved on to the walkie-talkies. Those, at least, would be useful, for someone. He'd donate them to the general supplies. The Easter basket got another snort. The scientists must think it amusing to treat them like children, Bob supposed.

Matt: British, fond of the lake, odd. Making no certain judgments as yet, but instincts suggest he's lying. About the lake. For whatever reason. ???

Who: Sarah and Zania
Where: In Their Tent
When: Late Evening

By the end of the day, Zania wanted to do nothing but sit. She thought about writing in the diary the scientists had left her, but then she wasn't ready to put forth the effort. Dinner had been had, though she still felt a little bit sick as she thought about the animals they'd killed. She had no qualms about killing animals for food, but Cael had been so... well, cruel was the word that came to mind. Laying back on the unzipped sleeping bag, Zania nibbled at a piece of chocolate left behind by the scientists. At least they'd given them chocolate. That made up for her throbbing ankle, at least for the moment.

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: 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: Nic and Dan
When: Evening
Where: The outside shelter

It was getting towards the end of the day and Dan was frustrated. Frustrated because he'd had to watch people working on building the communal shelter today and he'd been about as much help as a little girl afraid to break a nail. He'd tried to help out at first - until he'd knocked his broken fingers against something and the pain had almost crippled him. And it wasn't like they had painkillers just knocking around the place anymore. He didn't feel right going to Dave to ask for some, so he'd bitten his lip and carried on, but it meant he'd bowed out of building not long after that. He'd spent most of the afternoon as waterboy for the various people helping out which, whilst useful, had left him feeling like a spare limb. He'd been there when Adam had stood back as declared that the shelter was as done as it was going to get today though and he crossed to stand with Nic, handing him a pan of water.

Nic had worked with Adam to build the newest shelter and found himself severely out of shape. He'd thought he'd been doing pretty good at working out, but now he was thinking otherwise, considering just how badly his body wanted to rest now. When they quit for the day, he was just about ready to roll into bed, not entirely sure he wanted to walk down to the lake to dunk himself in. But he also didn't want to crawl into bed all sweaty. He'd worry about it in a bit. For now, he took the offered water from Dan and took a sip. "Thanks," he said, giving Dan a small smile. "How are your fingers?" Nic was sure they couldn't be healing right, with all that they'd been through, but it wasn't like Dan could have avoided it easily. Even still, he'd been helpful all day, which was more than some people would do.

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: gavin and janie
where: lake
when: just after this scene

Gavin, who was entirely unimpressed with Joy's exit, turned back to Janie once she was really gone. She could go ahead and think she was some kind of tough shit, he'd seen eleven year old girls scarier than that bitch. Of course, in the neighborhoods he grew up in, you didn't fuck around with the eleven year old girls. But anyway, that wasn't the point. He patted Janie's hand, that had landed on his thigh in her groping, and knelt down next to her. Eyebrows drawing together in concern, he started to push hair away from her face. "She split your lip, fucking bitch," he muttered. They should probably disinfect that.

Janie resettled her hand on his shoulder, trying to squint at him but gave it up as a bad job after only a few seconds. She looked wholly unimpressed as well. She figured she was going to be black and blue in weird places from the kicking, but the worst was just the split lip. She ran her tongue over it, the right side of her lower lip feeling too big, and she made a face. "I think the sand kicking was worst." she said. She half tried to reach up with her free hand to touch her lipand she made another face when she did so. "So. That was my sister." she added. "Real glad you two could meet." Ohhh the sarcasm. "Are you okay? You fell. And...threw things."

Mood: 

Devious

Who: Joy and Janie, and later Gavin
When: Sundown
Where: The lake, at Gavin and Janie's boat

Joy was bored. She hadn't had a nibble all day. If it hadn't been for the bath she'd taken earlier, it would've been a total loss. She'd decided to take the gear and move a little bit further along the lake and try one more time to catch something before it got too dark.

I think the worst part was hearing it from Lina. I like Lina. Hell, seeing her face when I spoke up was one of the funniest things I've seen in a while. But her telling me that Everett had been removed... I might've been able to take it from Dave. Or Kaori. Or the Scientists. Someone who's... I don't know. Removed from the situation. They're a separate category. Lina's... not, somehow. Maybe I just haven't talked with her enough, or maybe because she took over from Everett. I'm not sure.

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: Aamir
When: mid-morning
Where: in the forest

Aamir padded through the forest, checking his snares. He'd found one rabbit already, limp, motionless. The wire noose had bit deep into its neck. He loosened the wire, stuffed the little creature into his bag. It was still warm, its fur so soft. Aamir felt pity for it--dying horribly, in terror and pain. Such a death! It was a sin against its creator.

It was a necessity.

Who: Andre and Bob
When: About 2pm-ish
Where: Out back of the chapel

Andre leaned up against the back wall of the chapel and lit one of the cigars he'd received. He'd been working pretty hard all day, he figured a quick smoke break wouldn't earn him a trip to the stockade. To be honest, he didn't see exactly what they were accomplishing anyways. The shelter they'd built yesterday had seemed to hold up nicely overnight, surprisingly. It'd probably hold for a while at least. Unless whats-her-ass was planning on building a permanent shelter, which he was sure they didn't really need. At this point they had the basics, they should have more people working on getting food and water now. Them chocolate bunnies weren't gonna last forever. Although he had to admit that hard-boiled egg was pretty satisfying.

Who: Adam and Nic
Where: Around the chapel
When: Mid-morning

Orders had been given out and Nic found himself once more strapped with building shelters. At what point, he wondered, would Lina realize they had little left to build with? He supposed they could always take apart the house itself, though that wasn't high on his list of 'to-dos'. Nic spent a large portion of his time wondering what would happen regarding the smoldering house. Would a new one appear? If so, would it only be one story high? He could see them earning a new floor every other day, if they were good, and losing amenities if they were bad. Though he'd only taken one psychology class in college, he was easily reminded of Pavlov. He, for one, would not wake up in the stocks any time soon.

Note to self: Stay away from Unpleasant Blind Asian Chick. And maybe learn her name.*

*Hannah

Who: Sally and Gavin
When: late morning
Where: chapel

Gavin had woken up to a heavily-sleeping Janie, a bottle of whiskey, a bottle of painkillers, and a pack of cigarettes. It was like Christmas morning on the pontoon boat. He'd taken two of the pills and washed them down with a shot of Makers that burned the whole way down. Then took a second to chuckle over the fact that they'd given him the perfect combination of shit to kill himself with. Cheery. Not that he was going to. He retucked everything but the cigarettes back under the blanket and whispered to Janie that he'd be back. The pontoon had run slightly aground during the night, right next to the boathouse itself, so climbing off of it was an easy enough thing to do. Moving around hurt, but the pills would drown that out soon enough, he felt sure.