It's The End Of The World As We Know It

With the power out, it meant the night sky was brilliant with stars. Isabel was still hesitant to get too far from the building they'd made their base, uncertain of who or what might be wandering in the darkness. But she'd spread a blanket on the grass in front of the building and was sprawled looking up in the sky, trying to pick out constellations.

She couldn't help but wonder if somewhere, Max and Michael were looking at the same sky.

Mikaela needed something to do to keep her from going insane right now. She needed to keep busy or she was liable to start screaming.

She didn't know where Sam was -- or even if he was okay. She and Bumblebee didn't know what had happened between the Autobots and Decepticons. She didn't know how Lennox and his men were. She didn't even know if Mission City was still there.

She just was not having a good week or month or whatever.

That would be why she had gone to one of the abandoned apart complexes near the one their group had set up base in. Starting on the first floor, she was starting to methodically go through the rooms and packing up stuff they might need -- most importantly medical supplies, medicines, and anything else that looked like they could use. She was all about the preparation.

She kept finding odds and ends of tools, which she would pack and put in Bumblebee to keep track of. You never knew, and a good mechanic needed her tools.

"God, Trent and the others wouldn't believe this if they could see me know," she muttered as she continued her quest.



[[Open to anyone in the UMass area who would have come with her or followed her or just might come across Mikaela looting an apartment building.]]

It had been about... It was some time after they'd arrived. For some reason Cadfael was uncertain how long they'd been there. There had been sleep between then and now at the very least.

How ever long it had been, it was high time to get an idea about what sort of condition this "Boston" place was in and if there was any chance of finding out... anything really.

There was a fair amount of ingeniously preserved food in the building, but he wasn't confident it would be sufficient. Cadfael didn't like not knowing when winter would come to this place or what it would be like. They either had to find a way out of here or find a source of food and drinkable water. Equipment for brewing wouldn't go amiss either. And that meant getting out and exploring.

Before he left on his trek he supposed he should observe the Office of the Hour... or at least anOffice of some Hour. Looking at the position of his shadow on the ground he made his best guess and opened his book of hours to Terce.

"Levavi oculos meos in montes unde veniet auxilium mihi
Auxilium meum a Domino qui fecit caelum et terram
Non det in commotionem pedem tuum neque dormitet qui custodit te
Ecce non dormitabit neque dormiet qui custodit Israel
Dominus custodit te Dominus protectio tua super manum dexteram tuam
Per diem sol non uret te neque luna per noctem
Dominus custodit te ab omni malo custodiat animam tuam Dominus
Dominus custodiat introitum tuum et exitum tuum ex hoc nunc et usque in saeculum."

[ooc: Open to any who want to boggle at the old guy chanting in Latin or go exploring.

Tony's raincoat kept his upper half mostly dry but his jeans were a soggy, muddy mess. He found the apartment building and figured it was his best shot at finding dry clothes and maybe a warm place to sleep.

A funny-smelling mold grew in places on the first and second floors, which seemed to have been hit hard by the flood. The third floor was still iffy, so Tony was on the fourth floor, trying doors. Wonder if there's an 'open locks' spell on the laptop?

[Open to any UMass people who may have come with him or happened to show up in the same place.]

Buffy knew that it was likely a futile gesture to patrol in the aftermath of the apocalypse, but it was something normal, so she was clinging to it like a lifeline. Half of Sunnydale was dead or missing and it wasn't completely unfathomable that some of them might turn up as creatures of the night.

What she wasn't expecting to find in the cemetery was a swirling vortex. Despite her best efforts, she found herself and the bag she was carrying sucked into said vortex.

"Oh, great. Just what I needed. A portal to hell. Like my life wasn't already hell on Earth," she grumbled as she landed on her ass.

She stood up, brushed herself off, picked up her bag and looked around. Wherever she was resembled a college campus. "Okay, so maybe not hell on Earth," she revised. "Guess it depends on if there are killer finals though."


[open to anyone in the UMass group who might be there already or who might get deposited there by the portal!]