September 11 2007

Who: Maddie, Sean and Joshua, then...
Where: Osbourne Household
When: Approaching dusk

Who: Caleb, Mathias, Melia
When: After the vampire fight
Where: the beach

Who: Sent to Herbert, Leija, Caleb, Geo and Isaac
When: 7:00pmish

Who: Sent to Herbert
When: 7:00pmish

hey - checking in to make sure you're okay. see you at school tomorrow? (if we have it) - p

September 11, 2007
9:00 pm

Who: Harper and Sammy
Where: Nevermore
When: Late Morning

Sammy was of the opinion as he once more walked the streets of Marquette that he had headed for Nevermore too late the day before. So, today, he was headed for it early. Or, rather, earlyish. This time his pockets held no misplaced or lost jewelry as he'd turned it in to the police department the day before along with his name, phone number and address. In fact his pockets were rather empty. Completely empty. As he pushed open the door to Nevermore - elated to see the "We're Open" sign hanging - he reeled his mind back in, away from the worries that were plaguing it.

Harper was in her spot, a little creeped out still from her earlier customer she'd gone back to her book, watching the time and trying to decided, again, when the best time to close up would be. The ghost town just wasn't worth the business... Harper had actually clocked out two hours ago, feeling really bad about getting paid to do nothing, although the other customer did buy something so at least there was a little money exchanging hands today. As Harper flipped the page she winced slightly, Damn it. As the door opened Harper, glanced up to see if it was someone real, or another bathroom seeker. She gripped a pencil in her hand and as she smiled at the person tried to slip it under her cast to get at the itch. "He-llo." She said, huffing at her futile effort. After a second she gave up and put the pencil down, focus on the person and ignore the itch. "How can I help ya?"

Who: Doc and Natalya
When: Around 8 am
Where:

Once Kurt had fallen asleep, Natalya had whittled away the hours with a flurry of cleaning. She'd had to clean up all the rags and towels and first aid paraphernalia in the bathroom, and then nothing would do but to start some laundry (for all but the worst-soiled rags; she thought she could get the bloodstains out of the lesser-used ones, and his clothes she just threw away) and bleach the bathroom within an inch of its life.

who: eben and stacey
where: stacey's house
when: mid afternoon

Who: Geo and Herbert
When: Late afternoon
Where: Herbert and Olivia's apartment

Geo was used to getting from place to place under his own power - that much was true. What he wasn't used to, however, was walking. But the doctor had been adamant. No bike. Not until he got used to the shift in depth perception that his injury was causing. The thought drew his hand up to his eye, brushing against the smooth white of the bandage. He had to jerk his hand down again as even that light, self-supplied pressure made him think of last night. This morning. Whenever the hell it had been.

He wasn't even supposed to be out, technically, but he couldn't stand the house right now, not with the mess and the looks from his parents - somehow accusatory and sympathetic at the same time - so he'd stormed out. Wandered, carefully, avoiding most areas where he might meet people. He didn't want sympathy. Didn't want to think about his eye, or what the doctor had said...

...granted, that didn't explain why he was at Herbert's door now, hand raising to knock three times on the wood.

7:46am, Tuesday, September 11th.

Who: Corwin and Delilah
Where: Delilah's house
When: After nightfall

The first house Corwin usually gravitated to when checking on people was Delilah's. It wasn't really the one closest to his own of the four or so people he made the rounds to, but it just felt like a good place to start, anyway. So here he was, after taking as many alley-ways and backyard-routes as he could to get here, standing in Delilah's side yard, arms on the windowsill,and looking inside into the dining room and beyond, to the living room, for her. He'd move around the house if he needed to, but he'd always found this was the least conspicuous place, to outsiders. Not to the insiders of course, but then, Delilah couldn't see him anyway. So that much didn't matter.

Jade sat on the ground next to him, leaning against his boots and purring contentedly. The other cat was a reminder of what'd happened to Patches, and if he felt at all safe doing so, he'd call them all home. But he was still to worried about his friends for that.... At least Jade wasn't up on the windowsill, catching Alexi's attention. Yet, anyway.

6:52AM, Tuesday, September 11
Music: Metallica, the Unforgiven

I killed four Acherus vampires last night.

Four.

Who: Kaysen and Isaac
When: midday
Where: St. James house

Isaac had woken up in Peyton's bed with his phone ringing. It was a little disorienting. But it was Kaysen, who apparently wanted to talk to him when he got home. Which he totally didn't have to rush, but if he wanted to come home soon, he could. He'd woken up Peyton enough to say goodbye and he'd call her later, and was sure to be quiet on his way down and out of the house. Just in case Tyler was around somewhere. It was on the walk back that he sort of decided he ... didn't really feel better about anything. A little better rested, but no closer to some sort of conclusion or compromise or anything. He walked in the front door and headed up the stairs toward her room, half hoping this wasn't another kind of trainwreck. Though her door was cracked, Isaac rapped his knuckles on it softly.

Kaysen looked over from where she was curled up on her side on her bed. The lights were off, and there was a single candle lit, on her nightstand. She'd been meditating, or drawing energy, or whatever it was called. She still felt vaguely like hell. When the knock came and she propped herself up, she smiled. It was a mixture of relief and a grateful sort of tone. He hadn't made her wait, he'd come right home. "Hey." she said. "C'mon in." she added, inviting him as she curled back up again.

Who: Kaysen and Charlotte.
When: Late morning.
Where: Kaysen's house.

Once the sun came out and Charlotte and her mom came out of the basement, they found that their street looked a little... scorched. Which would have been a lot more terrifying and shocking if Charlotte didn't happen to know a fire elemental across the street.

Who: Marlowe and Brian
Where: Brian's Place
When: Around 4am

With soft groans and mutterings, lids twitching as her eyes moved rapidly beneath them, Marlowe tossed and turned on the couch, it was a surprise that the young woman didn't find herself tumbling off over the edge of the overstuffed piece of furniture.

Through the pounding rain thunder crashed, and then screams. Marlowe muttered softly in her sleep as flashes of what happened intruded into her dreamscape. "I'll kill you." The sound of her brother's voice changed to blood curdling screams as she helplessly witnessed his gutting by a vampire. A soft, almost painlike cry drifted past her lips. Thunder crashed through the night, then flashes of lightning filled the sky. Screams once more finding their way into the firestarter's unconscious mind. "He tastes sweet." a twisted grin on a fanged face flitted ever so vividly before her in her dream mind. Her breathing shallow, eyes twitching violently beneath shut lids as Marlowe twisted and turned on the sofa, if Torziel had been resting on her the non cat surely would have been tossed off to the floor. Fangs sunk into his shoulder. Things shifted once more, Brian no longer had the normal features of a human, his face twisted and disfigured, blood streaking the side of his mouth. "You're next." A twisted, evil grin settling across his deformed features.

Who: Olivia and Judiel
Where: Judi's Apartment
When: 10ish

After leaving Mya's, Olivia had blindly moved down the street until she found a pay phone that wasn't broken. She hadn't wanted to make these calls with Herbert home. She hadn't wanted to explain anything. With the phone in her hand, she had struggled with it, given she'd not used a pay phone in a few years and apparently, it was no longer just twenty five cents which of course took her a few minutes to actually realize. After a few frustrating minutes in which she nearly screamed and tried to tear the thing apart herself, she managed to get the thing to work. And her dad's phone was still disconnected. The phone at home, in Maine, was also turned off when she dialed. It'd only heightened her nausea, her panic and she slammed the phone down, wondering if she might hyperventilate right there in the street. She felt frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do or where to go. What was she suppose to do? Sucking in a breath, Olivia somehow made her way back to Tourville, still wearing her work apron and smelling like bacon. It turned her stomach further and she wanted a cigarette, but realized she'd left her things at Mya's. And she wasn't going back there. By the time she got home, she was mentally exhausted after trying so hard to suppress tears and pain and panic. She just needed someone to tell her what to do because she really had no clue. No idea.

Who: Dean and various (Caleb, Charlotte, Joshua, Thia if any want to reply!)
Where: By Text / phone
When: Just before dark

I slept today. I slept because I didn't know what else to do. So, I dosed myself with sleep medication, and crashed. I don't remember dreaming, it was a really heavy sleep. But I kind of didn't want to wake up. Everything is up in the air right now, and it feels like I'm falling. Like a total freefall and it sucks. I haven't written a journal entry since before I died. I don't have my proper journal to write in. This I got from Sophie, just a plain notebook. But it works. I can write in it. So...whatever. I'm not sure I can even get everything out, right now though. There's so much. I guess I should fill in some backstory.

who: kaysen and chance
where: thom's basement
when: morning

who: oz and dean
where: out by the lake
when: before dark

Who: Seph and Syn
When: ass-early morning
Where: Martens residence

When Seph came to again, he was disoriented. He'd slept for a while, he thought, his head felt heavy and not clear. But whatever medication and tricks Doc had done had worn off, and his body had remembered that his throat was supposed to be missing. His breath was coming shallow and pained, every dragged inhale feeling like fire down the tubes that were desperately trying to knit themselves back together. His chest felt tight, like the air he was getting wasn't enough, and every nerve was screaming. Once he realized that Syn was still next to him, he tried to get that instinctual flutter of panic under control and shield the pain from her mind. He didn't want to wake her, she needed to sleep, but oh fucking holy god that hurt and what the fuck had really happened to him?

He didn't shut it down fast enough, and it brought her fully awake. She'd been drifting, not that far under the surface of sleep in the first place, but that was more than enough to pull her back up. "Seph?" she asked in a sleep-heavy voice, the word repeated internally as well. She opened her eyes and propped herself on her arm, looking down at him with concern. Are you okay? He didn't feel okay. In fact, he felt pretty far from okay.

Who: Dean and Thia
Where: Dean's house
When: Mid-Afternoon

Lullaby had her shirt tugged up, it full of weird little charms. Supposedly, they were white magicked. If that was a word. Well it was now, she'd put it into the collective unconscious. Either way, they were instructed--and by instructed, Lullaby meant 'told to in no uncertain terms', to put the ones with feathers in every window in the house, and the ones with beads and stuff in every doorframe. It was a big house. She had a lot of charms. But when dead witches who are suddenly not so dead tell you to do these things with a tone of authority--you do them. Thus, she and Dean were wandering around attempting to catch all of them. They had the first floor done, so that was good. Now they were on to the second. Which meant they weren't in earshot anymore of Maddie or Billy, and it gave Lullaby a moment to gush. "Oh my god this whole thing is so romantic." she finally said, like she'd been waiting to say it for hours now.

Who: Socko and open
Where: Washington Street
When: mid-afternoon

Socko had missed one hell of a party, by the look of it. The stretch of street he was on looked more like something he'd see on TV depicting a conflict overseas than what he'd grown used to in his years here. Broken glass littered the streets, shop windows had been ransacked, and empty bullet casings still chimed underfoot erratically. Sadly, it was the norm here lately.

Who: Brian and Dom
When: around 11pm
Where: Brian's place

Domino had given Brian a call, wasn't a long one, just one to see if it would be ok if he came over. When he was given the ok he slipped into a pair of loose fitting jeans that had quite a few holes down the legs (the only 'loose fitting' ones he had) and a sweatshirt. He the packed a change of clothes and the clothes that didn't belong to him into his backpack and headed out. Domino had spent most of the day in bed, except for one quick trip to the store, but now he wanted to see Brian- especially to see if he was ok after a day of work after a day of backlash.

Around 11pm Domino's old beater of a car pulled up to Brian's yard and the young man climbed out of the car with is backpack and a little brown paper handled sack. He approached the door and gave it a small knock.

Who: Natalya and Kurt
When: early early morning
Where: out at their house

Kurt had pushed off all Doc's offers to help him dress his wound. He knew what he was doing, and it was still bearing some weight, so he knew it wasn't completely fucked. He mounted the porch steps slowly and alone -- Natalya would be frightened enough without his having to be carried into the house -- as he heard the rumble of the demon's car pull away. He just needed to get inside, in the bathroom, and hope that Natalya had some tools. She knew that he was going out to fight tonight, he'd been sure to make that clear, and really, he was pretty goddamn lucky that the bullet in the leg was all the injury he'd sustained. Hoping he wasn't bleeding all over the porch -- it was kind of hard to see -- Kurt opened the door and stepped in. "Natalya," he called for her, so as not to scare her needlessly.

Who: Derek and Jovie
When: About 10ish
Where: Some dive bar

Derek had slept on a lumpy mattress last night, a LUMPY mattress, -him-! He was not happy. Although his day was perked up a little bit when he was able to arrange for a courier to pick up his package to be sent back to Chicago for treating and when his assistant had told him that he'd look into the house issue. But still, a lumpy mattress.

Who: Jovie and Alex
Where: Babylon
When: Late Afternoon, shortly after this scene

After the kind of night Jovie had, the last thing she had intended to do was sit inside her apartment all day. Her store was a wreck, a lot of her inventory gone - not that she minded all that much seeing as how she'd love to see the kind of effect the curses would have on those blood sucking bastards - but her computer was probably ruined, though Nerd Genius in the apartment above her could salvage at least the data, and there was so much mess in her shop that she had said 'fuck it' after twenty minutes of cleaning and had headed out. She went to Babylon without even thinking. It would be open, she knew, and hopefully untouched by all the chaos. Plus, a tiny part of her wanted to see if Alex was working - just to make sure he was alive. Not that she had given him much thought at all since all of the destruction started happening, but after nearly five days of it, she figured she might as well check on him, seeing as he was one of the only people in town she knew.

She wandered into Babylon, spotted him immediately behind the counter, and headed directly for a seat at the bar. "I need something really strong," she instructed him, setting her purse on the counter beside her.

Who: Jovie and Judiel
When: Morning
Where: Judiel's apartment

Jovie was in a rather foul mood by the time sunrise rolled around and she had been able to get into her car and go check out her store. After the apocalyptic battle of doom the night before, she didn't have any real high hopes, which probably helped ease some of the anger when she stepped through the broken door. A lot of her inventory had been ransacked again, most of the glass shelving and cases smashed. Her computer - the one she had just gotten fix - was in a couple different pieces on the floor. She had run both hands through her hair, screamed for about five minutes straight, and then got to work. It took nearly two hours to box everything up and haul it to her apartment. She would keep everything locked in her bedroom until she could get her shop cleaned up and reopened - probably after the blood sucking bastards ditched town which would hopefully be soon. Around nine o'clock, she carried the box carrying her mashed up CPU up the stairs, intent on tracking down Nerd Genius to help her out. It hadn't taken much, a quick inquiry to the front office, an apology that they can't give out tenant's addresses, even to other tenants, and with a quick swipe of the old biddy's mind, she got Nerd Genius's apartment number. Apparently Old Biddy liked to watch Nerd Genius on his morning swims. Which Jovie fully intended to keep to herself.

Hoping it wasn't too early for him, Jovie shifted the box, tried to balance it on one arm to knock, and finally gave up, knocking against the door with the toe of her shoe.

who: billy and maddie
where: back yard, osbourne residence
when: late morning

Help on way!

Who: Doc
Where: his porch
When: sunrise

The sun was rising, slow as it ever did. It stretched slow trails of pink and orange up from the horizon, urging them past the smoky haze of ash-tainted sky to cut across the lingering darkness, heralding a new day for the city. Doc, as always, was thrilled to see it. Sitting on the porch out in front of the house with his legs stretched to nearly dangle past the steps, he couldn't take his eyes off of the sight.