September 10 2007

Who: Rubius and Harper
Where: Nevermore
When: Early morning.

He had been looking for a place to pick up new medical books for a while. And now that he was able to pay for more, picking up books was something he wanted more than anything. His penitence for killing man kind had to fall behind his love for research. Diseases was in his blood, after all- Literally and metaphorically.

Who: Doc, Kurt, Liadan, Jovie, Dessicant, Seven, Eben, and Evan
Where: Washington Street
When: night

This had officially gone on too long. In Doc's mind, it had been too far with the first death, but he knew that he'd been powerless to stop it at the time. He'd been trapped in the basement of his home, an intangible victim of his own power and the decisions he'd made for Eva's sake. There had been no choice for those first few days but to sit and wait, to listen to Teddybear's status reports and wonder if the twins would get in over their heads. Finally, they had... People were dying and those that were alive were trapped in their fear, resigned to hiding until the plague that had come to town forced them out. But that wouldn't be the case. It was time to do what he'd made a life out of, to cleanse this place the only way he knew how.

Who: Dean and Thia, then Billy and Thia
Where: Dean's house
When: Midafternoon

Dean was actually sleeping, trying to get some in before it got dark again. He hadn't thought he'd be able to, but he'd promised he'd try, climbing into bed after lunch and stretching out under the blankets, one hand hooked underneath his pillow as he lay half on his side, half on his front, facing away from the bedroom door, which was ajar, breathing gently.

Lullaby had a bit of a issue to discuss with the sleeping boy, so when she walked into his room, she was less worried about his being asleep. And later--she might actually feel bad about it, but at current, she wasn't thinking about that and instead she marched up to the side of his bed and grabbed his shoulder, shaking him. "Hey!" she said, to try to get his attention better.

Who: Claire and Herbert
Where: The Library
When: Early Afternoon

After finding Nevermore had been closed down for the day, Claire had debated returning home before her wandering took her to the library. Most of the people staffed inside knew her by name, given she had spent much of her free time over the past few years confined within it's walls. Unfortunately they didn't have any books on vampires - reliable ones anyway. Vampire erotica and chick-lit did not count. Making her way up to the second floor, she was mildly depressed to see how empty it was. It wasn't surprising, what with the town being thrown into chaos just about every evening - but she missed the sense of normalcy it once had. She missed seeing familiar faces, and hell, she actually missed going to school. She was sure a lot of students were thankful for the day off, but Claire was one of the rare few who hated holiday break, snow days and summer vacation. She preferred spending her time away from home unless her father was working overtime. Claire moved through the stacks, fingers brushing along the books for something to read. Anything. She didn't even care at this point. Just something to take her mind off of what was happening all around her. It was the movement a few rows over that caught her attention and she bent down just enough to look through the tops of the books into the other aisle. She could see someone moving, but try as she might, pushing up on her toes now, she couldn't catch a glimpse of his face.

So the living will come out in the daylight, she mused, falling back on her heels. Curious now, she walked in the opposite direction than the other person, down her aisle until she casually wandered toward them, pretending to still be searching for something. It was a sad day, when she had to spend her free time stalking some poor innocent schmuck in the library. A sad, sad day.

Who: Aiden and Shannon
Where: home
When: Morning

After a particularly exhausting morning, despite the few hours of sleep, Aiden returned home, eager to check on Shannon to make sure she was okay. He had told her to stay in - and with the chaos happening after sunset, he knew his sister wasn't stupid enough to disobey him on that particular demand. The windows and doors had all been locked and deadbolted. Locking his car, Aiden got out, lit a cigarette quickly and headed inside once he was able to get his key out and unlock the front door. "Shannon?" he called, his eyes sweeping along the living room to make sure everything looked okay and in place. If the Acherus stuck around much longer, he was going to get his sister a taxi and send her out of town until it was over. He was having a hard time not doing that right now and the only reason he resisted was because he knew she would fight him on it. "Shannon?"

Who: John and Corwin
Where: John's house
When: Night

One...two....three...six... John's glistening eyes scanned the dark clearing in front of his house ....eight. Taking inventory. Eight grotesquely angry statues, one of which was way too close for comfort, with mouth silently shrieking, fangs bared. This would have been what Corwin was so worried about, with John out there in the forest alone. He made for a good target, away from civilization and help and...

Loud angry voices came from behind his house and he quickly crouched down behind the nearest statue. He had feared this. For the past hour, just as he had thought he had finished off the last of them, more vampires --in groups of 2 or 3-- had shown up. If John didn't know better, it was as if they were taking over the city. With a shake of his head, he quietly waited for the inevitable. They'd come around to the front of the house, see their fellow-vampires in their stone-frozen splendor, and search him out with extra anger. It made no sense to John, who figured that if he knew there was a gorgon in the area, he'd probably NOT go searching him out. Unless they didn't know what a gorgon was, which in THAT case--

Okay, yeah. Here they came. Four of them this time. The first one looked around the noiseless clearing and after a moment seemed to spy the stone statues, and then recognize one or two of them. John stayed hidden for the meantime, waiting for --what was that old American myth? Don't fire until you see the whites of their eyes?

Who: Manhattan and Brian, with a brief appearance by Marlowe
Where: Brian's Place
When: Around 10:45pm

After parting ways with Derek at his car in the lot of the Landmark, Manhattan didn't stop until she reached Brian's. The hunter tried not to pay attention to the destruction and violence going on around her in town as she drove from the Inn to the residence of her friend.

Who: Manhattan and Derek
Where: US-41E, then The Landmark Inn
When: 10:15pm

Ok. That was one call down, one more left to go. Manhattan would have rather just dropped her little package off at the Inn for the man, but the blonde knew that would in no way sit well with one Derek Price. Which was why Manhattan was now scrounging around for the disposable mobile the man had given her. It was better to keep on decent terms with the man, cause doing work for him paid quite handsomely, then risking ending up on his bad side. Not that Manhattan was anywhere near afraid of the man. It was all in the money.

With it finally located by touch of fingers, the hunter's eyes having been kept focused, for the most part, on the road before her, Manhattan held the thing to her ear after getting a connection to go through.

Derek was actually at the hotel, he hadn't planned on it, but some business had come up and, well you don't always get your way- well not -every- time. When his phone rang Derek moved to answer it, but realized that it was his -other- phone that was ringing, that meant it could only be one person. "Price."

Who: Marlowe, Domino, Torziel, and a little bit of Brian
Where: Brian's house
When: Mid-morning

There were two reasons Torziel was not in Brian's bedroom that night. First, that big, obnoxious cougar-boy. Second, the fact that Brian was backlashing and the demon-cat hadn't wanted to be in the same bed as a feverish, very wet willworker.

So, instead, he was out on the couch. With Marlowe. At least she was suitably fire-ish, even if she was lacking in brimstone. He'd settled across her stomach sometime during the night, and had been perfectly content to sleep there until she woke up or someone moved him.

Marlowe had a rough start falling a sleep, but once she was able to reach that stage, the elemental seemed to sleep peacefully for the few hours she was able to. As the day moved into the later hours of morning, Marlowe started stirring. The feeling of a slight weight on her stomach, which wasn't in any way comfortable due to her injuries, had the red head's eyes fluttering open to slits, and then snapping open when she was able to focus on the creature curled up on her belly. A cat? "Brian." Instinct had her calling out hoarsely for him while trying to nudge the damned thing off her. Surely the thing hadn't been laying on her stomach for any stretch of time, he had to have just jumped up and curled up there a short minute or so ago, cause she wasn't having any reaction to the thing yet, that didn't mean the stuffiness, and blotching of her skin was going to start real soon.

Torziel opened one golden eye at the prodding, but one of the nice things about being a very large-sized housecat was that he was difficult to move if he didn't want to move. All he did was shifted a little, stretch a little without actually getting up or moving much, and then settle down again with his big, furry paws across Marlowe's chest. The look he gave her read fairly clearly: I'm not going anywhere, girlie, so best be getting used to it.

Who: Manhattan and Brian
Where: US-41E
When: Night - 10ish

Only about a half hour more of the long stretch of road was left to cover before the blonde found herself back in familiar territory. Home territory she was really hoping wouldn't have been left in total destruction by the band of blood sucking beasts who had chosen to make Marquette their current playground of choice. Keeping in constant contact with Bryson, Manhattan was able to keep herself as informed as was possible of the state the town currently found itself in. She didn't want to hit town totally blind, the blonde wanted to be as prepared as she could for what might be waiting for her once she hit the town limits.

"Almost there, boy." Manhattan stretching a hand across to give a gentle head scratch to the dog curled up on the front passenger seat of the truck before retrieving her cell from the dashboard. Being this close to town a few calls needed to be made. The first one going out to a certain willworker she was still on friendly terms with. The number thumb punched in, Manhattan held the mobile device to her ear to catch the familiar voice from the other end. Hopefully a live version of that voice and not a pre-recorded on put on the answering machine. Being such a late hour after dark Manhattan was really hoping Brian had kept himself inside after the setting of the sun.

Who: Thom, Kaysen, Isaac, Chance
Where: Thom's house / front lawn
When: After dark

Who: Claire and Sammy
When: Afternoon
Where: Out and about, heading for Nevermore

With the town seemingly in full destruction mode, Claire's mother had wanted her to stay inside for the day since school had been canceled, but since she had been forced to stay inside all weekend, Claire had been determined to get outside and get some fresh air - if that's what you could call it. The air was stale and smelled of fire and ash. Everything seemed so gray and depressing outside, and she occasionally bent over to pick up trash on the sidewalk and toss it away properly. She ignored the bits of stained blood she passed, greeting a few familiar faces on the street who were also trying to clean up Marquette. She wondered if it would help or make a difference, or if people were cleaning up and boarding broken windows and doors in vain. Would everything start up all over again after sunset? Claire turned the corner onto Washington Street, bending down to pick up what looked to be a broken silver bracelet with tiny heart charms on them. There was a bit of blood dried on the end of it. Rather than throw it away, she pocketed it, thinking maybe by some miracle she could get it back to it's owner.

Who: Geo, Sammy, Melia, Caleb, Mathias, Ash, and Linn
Where: Out near the beach
When: Night

Mathias was strolling, actually strolling, a slight smile on his face, looking completely relaxed. He was also apparently alone, just him, walking along one of the streets near to the edge of the lake. It was a nice night for a stroll, after all - or, well, it would be if the town wasn't, say, overrun with blood thirsty, marauding vampires. But why let a little fact like that spoil one's evening.

Who: Mya
When: All day – Be aware, timing is scattered in a pulp fiction-esque way for dramatic impact
Where: All over

8:30pm – Street, on the way home

Who: Doc and Seph
Where: Doc's room aka the sick bay
When: Late afternoon

Sept. 10, 2007 11:47pm

This must be how families left behind during war feel. Please god don't let this last forever.

Who: Chance and Jordan
When: Early morning
Where: Jordan's house

It'd taken him some time to get out the funk he was in since his argument with Kaysen the other day. He'd driven by her house a couple times, just to check to make sure she was okay. Of course, he couldn't actually see into her bedroom, but he thought he saw her curtains move a few times. He had every intention of going over to her house at some point that day to talk to her. He didn't feel he needed to apologize, but not talking to her was driving him insane.

Who: Lulu and Joshua
When: late afternoon
Where: Osbourne house

It was on the cusp between afternoon and evening that Joshua really woke up. He'd stayed up a while in the morning, trying not to be in the way and helping where he could. He'd apologized to Sophie for the window. Well, both of them. But eventually sleep had dragged him down for a while. He was tired as hell, having been up the whole night before, and the one before that ... naps in the daytime really weren't a substitute for much. Luckily exhaustion left him mostly dreamless. Eventually though, he sat up on the bed in the room he'd been loaned, rubbing a hand over his stubble and yawning some. He took some time just to sit for a little while and try to wake up

Lullaby had peeked in on Joshua a few times that day, wanting to talk to him but not wanting to wake him either. She knew he needed the rest, and there was that wanting to take care of him part of the equation that kicked in there too. So, she'd waited, and was on her way up to check again, when she peeked into the room and saw him sitting up. She smiled at him, a light expression. Tired herself being she hadn't gotten sleep. "Hey." she said. "Sleep well?" she asked.

Who: Regan and Alex
When: Night
Where: Streets of Marquette

Regan was fed up. Not only was she fed up, but she was feeling sulky, and worse - hungry. The last few nights she had stayed in, knowing better than to fuck with the Acherus, despite her many, experienced years as a vampire. She knew she was maybe stronger than some, older and more superior to the majority... but they were faster and simply uncivilized. Not one Acherus could claim her kind of beauty and Regan was not about to let one of them mar her perfect features in a fit of jealousy. Regan also knew it would prove to be more difficult to feed when many of the residents were following police orders to stay inside past dark. Which left vampires and dark creatures that Regan was fairly sure would taste absolutely horrible.

However, when the sun set that night, she was far too hungry to wait any longer. If she couldn't feed properly, she would hopefully find Babylon open and buy her meal there. Her raven colored hair fell past her shoulders, her pale skin a stark contrast against the black, low cut corset and dark pants she wore. The only color she emitted was her lips, painted red because she would be damned if she allowed her minor fear of the Acherus to affect how she presented herself. Moving briskly down the street about a block from home, she kept her eyes open and her ears sharp. She wanted to find a human - any human - drink her fill and return to the sanctuary of her own home.

Who: Sophie and Lullaby
Where: Sophie's house
When: Around lunchtime

After she'd gotten some sleep--or what she was counting as sleep, considering it had been light and restless, Lullaby had given it up. What she didn't want was to fall asleep then have screaming nightmares, and like...send everyone into a fit or something. Dean would hear that. And depending how loud she was, Joshua a floor up probably would too. Then there was the Oz-werewolf-factor, and yeah. Basically? She just didn't want to go there. So she was avoiding. Which meant she was still dead on her feet, but she was trying. Either way, once she had decided she was going to be awake for real, she'd read a little, though her attention wasn't on it much. So, setting the book aside, she started downstairs to find Sophie.

Who: Brian and Domino
Where: Brian's house
When: Early morning

Brian wasn't really awake yet. It'd been a long night-- a long few days-- a long few weeks-- and his brain just didn't want to deal with any of it. So he wasn't awake yet.

Except he was so cold. And uncomfortable. Why was it so cold? It was hard to stay asleep when you were shivering and... and something else. Something that his brain really didn't want to acknowledge yet.

The night before, after getting Marlowe settled after her bath, on the couch, he'd talked Domino into sharing the bed. He didn't care if the guy was a cougar or not, or with him or not. He'd come to his aid when he'd needed it, he'd trusted him enough to help him get them home. Without his and Marlowe's belief that he could get them out of there, he probably couldn't have done it. So Brian wasn't about to let him sleep on the floor. He'd dried him off-- the wet was not coming on the bed-- and finally coaxed him into actually using the bed.

And sometime during the night he'd wound up at the foot of the bed, with Domino, cold and seeking that extra body heat, only that wasn't helping anymore. He was freezing, and it was getting harder to stay even half-asleep and not acknowledge that he was freezing.

Who: Herbert and Harper
Where: Nevermore
When: Midday

There were only two places Herbert knew to look for Harper: her house, or Nevermore, the bookstore she said she worked for. That Dorian owned. And that wasn't actually destroyed, like some other shops, Herbert noted as he coasted up to it. Since Harper wasn't at her house, he sure hoped she was here. He hadn't seen her since she sent him off in a taxi, and he needed to at least make sure she was okay.

The werebear, his bruises finally starting to fade a little and the band-aids on his neck gone from the scabbed-over cut, locked up his bicycle outside and headed in. There was definite "Harper is here" smell, the minute he walked in the door, and he followed his nose over to the counter.

Who: Dessicant and Rubius
Where: The streets
When: Midday

It had been such a glorious few days. In a perverted sense of "glorious", anyway. Marquette was so full of death, destruction, and chaos that Dessicant felt all but bouyant just walking down the streets. He avoided those streets in which people were rebuilding-- ther weren't that many of them. So many had fled town, sought refuge down the highway, hid in their homes even during the daylight hours... it was like heaven for a demon. It was hell for a mortal.

Who: Olivia and Judiel
When: after sunset
Where: hallway, Judi's apartment

Judiel had debated doing this for most of the day. He'd wavered and waffled while he helped clean the streets up, completely unable to make up his mind. He had half an urge to just pack a bag and grab a plane ticket and go back to California for a while. Until either all of this blew over and he could come back, or he was able to send for his things. But he knew better than that, knew he wouldn't be able to just sit across the country and wonder how people here were. If they were still alive.

She wanted to talk to him. He was wary of why that might be, what she could possibly still have to say. But she'd risked approaching him, and he wasn't blind to that. And so, a little while after the sun had set, he went down the hall and knocked lightly on the door, leaning on one hand braced against the wall next to it. He hadn't showered yet, so he was still fairly dirty from the work of the day. He didn't want to seem like he'd been getting ready for her, though that had taken debating too.

Who: Corwin and Lottie
When: An hour after sundown.
Where: A block away from Tourville Apartments.

Who: Corwin and Delilah
Where: In dreams
When: Very early morning

High school looked different by moonlight, with all the hallways empty and the doors at either end letting in silvery blue light rather than warm yellow light. It didn't feel off, to Corwin, though-- everything was moonlight to him, now. This was the way it was supposed to be, wasn't it?

It would be the way it was supposed to be if there weren't vampires running around, anyway. Corwin wasn't scared, exactly... there was just a restless energy to what he felt, not terror but something that could spur action, frantic and unthought action. And right then, he was between actions, pressed into the space between lockers and drinking fountain, peering around past the edge of the locker wall and looking for the shadow that said Acherus somewhere on the walls or outside the doors in the moonlight. As soon as he saw it, then he would be in motion again.

Three cats milled about at his feet, and he held up a finger to shush them, just in case.

Who: Peyton and Caleb
When: early evening

yes, still here. everything okay on your end? let me know if you need anything - p

Who: Peyton and Leija
When: early evening

hi!!! so glad to hear from you. was thinking about you yesterday but I didnt have your number or I would have called. are you okay? how's your dad? do you need anything? feel free to call me if you need/want too - p

Who: Peyton and Isaac
When: mid afternoon
Where: the Marsh house

Walking to Peyton's house was even more depressing than it had been a couple of days ago. Had it been a couple of days? Or just one? Isaac honestly couldn't remember. Any sleep he was getting was shitty, and his waking thoughts were chock-full of worry and stress and reading up on everything he could. Which was getting to be repetitive and still wasn't very helpful. They were all safe enough in Thom's basement, it seemed, but that didn't help Marquette any. And then there was Kaysen and Peyton and it was just weird. Still, he definitely wanted to see her as he walked up the porch steps and knocked, taking a step back to squint down the deserted street.

Who: Caleb and Leija
When: mid-afternoon
Where: the Lockwood residence

Leija's hands hurt from carrying the plastic bags from the only grocery store she could find that was still open, but she hardly noticed. It was all she could do to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other. She hadn't come yesterday, giving Caleb time to sleep, then being called across the globe to be there for a guy who'd gotten shot in a dispute over a car. By the time she got back it was getting close to dark, and she'd made certain promises to certain people, so she'd just gone back to the motel in Ann Arbor. Her dad had been on the phone to Marquette a lot of the day. Classes of all kinds were canceled, so they were covered there. But it was a new day, a new set of horrible news on the tv, and she was walking up the porch steps to the Lockwood house. Putting down one hand full of bags, she pulled her phone out and texted I'm here to Caleb instead of knocking.

Caleb had been half asleep in his room when the text came, and he jumped a bit before he grabbed his phone to check the text. He looked mildly confused as he dropped out of bed, trudged through the house, half dragging his fingers through his sleep messed hair to the door. "Y'know," he said as he opened it, voice sleep-hoarse. "Other people knock. It's tradition. You walk up, and..." he paused as he caught the bags. "What've you got?" he asked.

Who: Eddie, Natalya
Where: Natalya's yard
When: 3 in the afternoon