And, Finally, The Second Floor....

Who: Morgan and open to 2nd floor residents
When: Ungodly early
Where: The 2nd floor... obviously

Morgan moaned and tried to drown out the noise with a pillow over her head as soon as the siren started. She felt like utter crap and there was no way she was willing to deal with this while she was trying to sleep. Once it quickly became apparent the siren wasn't going to stop on its own, she made every effort to leave her bed. Unfortunately, this resulted in Morgan upending herself in a tangle of bedsheets on the hardwood floor, which did not make her any happier.

Managing to free herself from the sheets, she crawled toward her bedroom door, arms feeling like jelly and, after two or three passes at the doorknob, managed to tumble into the foyer. The siren was louder outside her bedroom door, but Morgan had to fight every instinct just to curl up where she was and go back to sleep. Man, this sucked.

When the alarm sounded, Sally was out of bed like a dart and halfway across the room propelled by sheer shock before her legs realised that they couldn't actually hold her and she went down with a bang in a tangle of limbs, letting out a screech as she did so. She lay there on the floor, tears pricking her eyes, for a moment, before screaming in annoyance as the alarm kept sounding, ringing and ringing in her head. Flossie, meanwhile, was going insane, mewling and scratching at the door - clearly upset at the noise.

It was seeing the kitten so upset that got Sally up, tired and clumsy-feeling or not. She staggered to her feet and managed to get across the floor to scoop the kitten up, though the most she could do was cradle the kitten in her arms, since her fingers didn't seem to want to co-ordinate properly. Pushing herself up, she managed to get the door open and stumble out onto the landing. bad idea - the noise was even louder out here.

For the second day in a row, Zania was woken with an unpleasant feeling in his stomach, though today it had to do with the siren ringing in her ear, rather than being locked inside a five-by-five box. Bad as it might be, it seemed like an improvement. She had a bed, and a bathroom, and the kitchen was likely open for food. And there was water. All of these things were fabulous, except for the noise, which needed turning off. Zania immediately rose from bed in hopes of doing so and instead fell flat on the floor.

She was lucky she didn't hit the nightstand, she fell so hard. The fall knocked the wind out of her and for a few minutes she just stared at the ceiling, trying to understand how she'd gotten there. With no explanation, she tried to sit up, finding that virtually impossible. Instead, she rolled to her stomach, eventually making it to her hands and knees. The noise seemed a million miles away and right inside her head at the same time. Slowly, slowly, she made her way to the door, reaching for the handle with clumsy fingers. She immediately regretted opening it though, for it was only louder outside. She brought her hands to her ears, crumbling in the hallway, her brain too foggy to figure out more than that.

Gwil sat up in bed. He turned and sat on the side of the bed. He sat and considered for a moment, considered being awake. Considered the overwhelming sound. Considered life. And then slowly, ever so slowly, he keeled over and landed face first on the bed. On his side. With no idea of how he got there. Except that, when he came round again, he was face down on the bed. And there was an alarm going.

Gwil sat up in bed.

This carried on for a while, until he managed to actually make his way to the door (a mammoth task that involved a lot of stumbling, falling, some memory loss and an awful lot of '...huh?'). Grasping at the hangle, he lurched out into the room, stood stock still - and then promptly feel over. Again.

Waking up to a siren was not the way Hannah usually liked to begin her days. Hell, it didn't even make the top eleventy billion ways she could imagine starting her day. Anubis was going fucking insane, whining and pawing at his ears, though she couldn't see the action, only feel the bed moving. Groaning, Hannah rolled over and tried to bury her head under her pillow, but it didn't do a damn thing to help her get back to sleep. So she slithered out of bed and right onto the floor. Anubis, still whining, was nudging at her. "Stoppit," Hannah muttered, trying to push him away. Her hand just flopped over on his back, entirely unresponsive.

Eventually, she managed to coordinate herself long enough to get to the door and open it, grimacing as she pitched forward and hit the ground with a wince. "Fucking turn it off," she managed, not sure if she could even be heard over the noise. Hell, she didn't even know if there was anyone out there to hear her.

For once, Kaori had been sleeping in her own bed. That really didn't work out so well for her. Why did she? To be woken up by sirens? She was also, quite obviously drugged. Because she'd gone to bed exhausted, but not this bloody exhausted, and ohhh look!! Face! Meet Floor!! She really thought she could taste blood after that, her tooth having been driven into the inside of her lip, and she winced. Though, with as doped up as she was, it really didn't hurt that bad. She attempted standing. That didn't work out so well either. So what she wound up doing was getting her top half onto the computer chair, and scooching along like that, rolling. It was working in a vague sort of way, and she headed for the door. It took her a few tries to fumble the damn thing open, and she finally did, looking out into the hallway. Oh look. Other people who looked like they were in the same condition she was.

D thought in a very vague and muddled way that this sucked. The first morning he was here, he'd been obviously drugged and it was his first day with the bullshit message and shit. Another morning? Outside, naked, in the rain. And now? He felt like he'd smoked way too much dope and downed a whole fifth of vodka right in a row. Then there was the fucking noise. It was piercing, when all he wanted to do was stay passed out. It took him a long time to start moving, and when he did, it had zero coordination to it. He ended up low-crawling to the door, then wondering why he was there in the first place. Bed was so much more comfortable. At least he thought so. He spent a minute pondering on that, because the floor felt awesome too at the moment. Huh.

By the time he got the door open, he felt totally exhausted even more, but kept on crawling. The driving thought in his head was to find the noise, and shut it off. And then probably sleep for a couple of weeks. "Mu'fuggin' shit," he muttered in a slurry sort of way. He'd been fucked up before, but this was ridiculous.

Morgan had managed to make it past her doorframe, but had collapsed in the middle of the foyer like a broken doll. She was so tired. It wasn't fair. Dimly, she noticed other doors opening and other people crawling their way out of their respective rooms. Maybe they'd do something about the noise. She'd give almost anything to shut it off.

Oh, hey, what was that?

"There's a sign," she called, helpfully, voice slurred and sounding more than a little dumb. She tried to point to it, but her arm didn't respond properly so her gesture swung off in some random drunken direction, but she was too tired to care. "Sign. See? What's it say?"

Morgan's voice barely registered the first time and Zania took her hands off her ears in order to hear. Or not hear. "Sign?" she asked, rolling onto her back and looking around. She may have been out of it, but she couldn't have missed it. There was a huge sign on the wall and Zania read it aloud for anyone to hear, speaking as loudly as she could, even if it was slurred. "Find the source," she yelled, "Turn off the siren!" She may have spoken the words, but it took a minute for them to register. "We can turn it off!" The only problem would be finding it. Zania's head lolled from side to side, trying to judge which direction to go. It seemed to be everywhere.

Sally stumbled off, noting what Zania had said. She headed for the library - the closest door to her room - and the moment she opened the door, the noise got louder again. "Guys!" she called, stumbling against the door again. "I think it's in here."

Zania followed, stumbling along, crawling when walking became too difficult. She might end up with carpet burn on her knees in the morning, but at least the damn siren might be turned off and she could sleep. As she moved to stand, or kneel in her case, beside Sally at the entrance to the library, the task became far more daunting. "Which way?" she asked, exhausted from even the movement so far. What she really wanted to do was go back to bed.

D, who's only clear thoughts were about turning the goddamn thing off, made his stumbling, crawling, unsteady way with the two white girls who seemed to have a clue. It was definitely louder in the library. Like ... eardrum-piercing loud. He didn't like it, but that was probably a clear indicator that that's where it was. Wincing, he rocked back into a limp-armed kneeling position, looking around and trying desperately to think through the drug-induced haze.

Crossing the hall to the library was fucking hard. Hannah managed in a combination of crawling, falling, rolling, and using Anubis as a crutch. She ended up running into someone in the doorway, listening to the increased siren noise. "That way," she said, pointing. Her hand was none too steady, however, so there were about four directions 'that way' could've meant.

Morgan watched numbly as the other people on her floor slowly and clumsily made their way to the library. Okay, good, someone else would handle it then. With a soft moan she slumped to one side and lay sprawled in the middle of the foyer. Closing her eyes, she tried to wish the sound away. Sleep. She needed to sleep.

Rain wasn't awake by a long shot. She was drugged and it was pretty damn early in the morning. All in all, she was pretty sure she was still asleep, just being awake while she did so. She managed to get to the door of her room without any real incident. Hell, she managed to stay on her feet with the help of the very friendly vine covered wall that was nearby. But the door was a bit of a problem, and she fell foreward as it swung open.

To be honest, her first thought was wheee! in a fuzzy sort of way. The second was a rather belated ouch.

Crawling slowly and not very professionally over to Morgan, she gave the woman a poke. "Alive?"

Hannah's directions may have been vague, but they were still directions and Zania did her best to follow them. When she wasn't sure, she'd close her eyes and concentrate on where the sound was coming from, hopefully getting closer to the siren itself. She had to be, it seemed, because her ears felt ready to burst. Morgan had stopped at the door and someone was poking her, but Sally and Hannah still seemed to be looking, as did the black guy. Zania was at the very back of the library, holding her hands to her ears as she knelt on the floor. It had to be somewhere... "THERE IT IS!" she yelled, pointing up... or somewhere that direction. Her arms felt like wet noodles, but at least she could yell, and continued to, hoping one of the others would come back. It was too high for her to reach it herself.

Sally looked up and saw the black box on top of one of the shelves towards the back on the library. Oh god, that was going to be hard to reach. She could have cried seeing it - and actually screeched as Flossie decided she'd had enough of all of this and clawed her way out of Sally's hold and jumped to the floor, haring off the who-knew-where and leaving her with scratch marks. That was it, that was the last straw. She was tired, she couldn't make her body do what it was meant to, she couldn't think straight. She grabbed a chair - and promptly knocked it over. She tried that again, moving with careful caution and managed to hook an arm round it, dragging it to the shelf. She was tall, she could reach - though she nearly fell and broke her neck climbing onto it. She threw a hand up and caught the red button.

And then there was silence. Wonderful, blessed silence.

And then she fell, catching her knee on the side of the chair as she landed. She lay on the floor for a moment, mentally cataloguing whether she'd broken anything, but came to the conclusion she hadn't. Thankfully. Rolling over, she decided that this was as good a place as any to rest - and promptly gave herself over to oblivion.

Silence. It was wonderful and, as soon as she had it, Zania felt she could breathe again. At first she thought she was going to make her way back to bed, but that only lasted a good five feet. The couch was far closer, only a couple of inches, and the effort to move was no longer worth it. Her body didn't want to cooperate, no matter how nice a bed sounded. The couch seemed incredibly appealing. And had she been farther away from it? The floor would have been just as good. Climbing up on the couch, Zania curled up and fell immediately to sleep. No dreams, no tossing and turning. Just sleep.

Oooh, the noise had stopped. And, hey, there was someone poking her. Morgan glanced up shakily at Rain, giving her a beatific smile. "'S quiet now," she slurred. "Oh hey, I remember you!" She tried to point and nearly fell into Rain with the effort. "You were that chick that helped get that naked dude out of that room." Her eyes were unfocused and hazy.

Thank sweet effing Jesus and any other possible deities. Blessed silence. Hannah immediately started making her way back to her room, fighting the urge to drop where she was and fall asleep - like hell was she going to leave herself exposed to the house at large while she was vulnerable and passed out. It seemed to take longer than it had to get to the library door, but she finally made it. Managing to shut the door behind her once Anubis had made his way inside, she forgot about her goal of actually getting into bed and let herself pass out right there on the floor.