April 18

I know you dicks are reading this, so let me get to the point. I am starting to severely dislike potatoes. With a bloody passion. Also, I want my purple ink pen back.

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

Who: Nic and Dan
Where: The Spooky House, Master Suite
When: Night

After cooking dinner, Nic wasn't entirely sure what to do with his time, especially since night brought on the darkness. He'd wandered into the study, written a journal entry, stole a book and a letter opener, then returned to the bedroom he shared with Dan. He felt safest in private rooms, despite the fact that he'd been forced to deal with more people recently than he would have preferred. When everyone was gathered together as they were, there seemed to be safety in numbers. Now their numbers had been divided, their setting had changed, and Nic was more aware than ever that there were things that went bump in the night. The house seemed to make noises, unexplainable even when he'd looked for the source, and he remained aware of them even while he forced his nose into a book, attempting to read.

I hand heated the water for my own bath today. That was after I carried buckets of water from the well to the stove. And I peeled potatoes and carrots for a stew. I should probably go find more vegetables tomorrow. I heard there's a garden. And I'm stuck wearing a skirt. The first thing I'm doing tomorrow morning is making me some pants.

I think my grandfather had a computer like this. It's not even running on DOS. I don't know what this is. Whatever it is, it's old. I'm honestly surprised it runs, but it also wouldn't surprise me if I took it apart to find some high powered modem inside, so that they can record our journal entries real time. Did the others get a computer too? It seems to be the only thing that doesn't quite fit in this house.

Who: Bob and maybe Calvin
Where: the bunker communications booth
When: late night

Not Safe for Work

Placeholder for Samantha and Vivian.

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.

First day in the new "living" arrangements and I have learned Morse code and foiled the clothing requirements, among other things*. Assholes.

*Met more people. ... Mm.

Mood: 

Confused

the computer, along with everything else in the house, is in need of a massive upgrade. I don't even know how they got it to work, it's so old.

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: Rin and Drew
Where: The House under the lake, Captain's Cabin
When: A while after they all wake up
What: Drew finds Rin a bed

Drew had thought about the room situation. Which reminded him far too uncomfortably of the barracks he'd been involved in when he'd been an intern. Yeah. Like, way too much. Fucked up bastards, he was willing to bet they'd done that on purpose. He'd also kind of sat Rin down for a few in the living area, and given her a book to read so he could explore around a little, though he made it fast. Mostly, he'd been looking for rooms that had no 'windows'. Which he didn't find. So, that was awesome. No moving a bed somewhere for her to sleep in a room that wasn't going to freak her the fuck out. So, he started on the next best thing, which was to move her trunk into the captains quarters, so she could at the very least have one of the better beds. He picked it up and moved it for her, then returned.

Crouching down, he looked at her to assess how she was doing. "Hey, picked out a bed for you there...want to go see it? Or the rest of the place? Are you hungry?"

Who: Zania and Laila
Where: The Stockade, from the well to the main house kitchen
When: Afternoon

After thoroughly exploring the properly, the first thing Zania decided was worth doing was having a bath. With no running water, a shower was completely out of the question, though a bath could be managed with a little work. Or, a lot of work, as Zania was quickly finding out. She'd retrieved one bucket of water and put it on the stove, but that was not near enough to bathe in. Bucket in hand, she returned to the well, her eyes rising to the sky as she noted the change in weather. It looked like a storm was rolling in, but hopefully they'd be lucky and it would remain as simple cloud cover. At least it made her trek a spot cooler, without the sun beating down on her, though after enough trips back and forth she'd need a bath far more than when she started.

Why no, I have absolutely no interest in wearing period clothing and traipsing around a barn with horses like a fucking pansy. Whyever do you fucking ask?

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: Sarah and Nic
Where: Kitchen
When: Afternoon

After wandering the house on her own for awhile, Sarah came to the conclusion that the scientists were in fact, insane. Certifiably so. Not only that, but they were heartless bastards who probably wanked off over watching everyone's misery. With her room chosen, and her things put away - and by things she meant her one outfit she'd gotten out of the burning house with - her stomach reminded her she'd gone most of the day without eating. Tugging a tiny bit at the crimson ribbon tied around her neck, she headed downstairs to the kitchen. She kept her eyes open for Dan, and was slightly disappointed not to have been able to talk to him privately yet that day. Maybe he'd been avoiding her. Or maybe she was becoming what she'd been fighting against since the fire - paranoid.

Sighing, Sarah walked into the kitchen, pausing when she spotted someone already in there. Nic. Already uncomfortable, she thought about turning and escaping quickly, but she stayed put, reminding herself that she wasn't going to run off like a baby every time they were in the same vicinity together. He was Dan's boyfriend now and she was just going to have to accept it - as part of that whole 'Getting Over Dan Plan'. "Hi," she greeted pleasantly enough. There. That wasn't so hard, was it?

Mood: 

Curious

Who: Esmé and Bob
Where: The Bunker
When: Mid-morning? Maybe?

After the last few days, Esmé had really needed a day like this. For the first time in days, she felt like she was actually alive again, like she was free. She'd taken her new wheelchair on a tour of their new home- not like that had taken long. But her day was made complete when she'd entered one of the pretty pastel bedrooms. She'd looked in the other rooms but they were too drab and depressing. But in this room- it was as if someone had known she would pick this room.

Mood: 

Peaceful

Who: Twitch and Samantha
Where: Top floor
when: Supposedly midday-ish

Twitch was sitting on the floor, staring quietly out the huge window at the water. While he was used to all of this stuff by now. Constant shifting, being thrown different places, being tortured in interesting, psychological ways...he'd never been put anyplace like this. It was weirdly calming for him, as opposed to panicking. Probably because the doom factor on it was insanely high--but in the meantime it was peaceful. If they were all going to die, they'd drown. And it would be fast. No tortured, lengthy death of infection from horrid accidents. No suffering. Just...the lungs filling up, what was the tops on suffering? A few minutes? Highly preferable to other kinds of deaths. He could deal with that. His wife had ultimately suffocated, hadn't she? Yes. She had. He was okay with going out like that.

Placeholder for Davis & Rain

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.