Crown Plaza IC

Who: Nicky & Anyone
What: Nicky's arrival
When: Thursday, 23 April. After the lights have gone out.
Where: Lobby?
Rating: who knows, but probably not too bad
Status: Open to anyone

( This wasn't right...where's Joe? )

This mug of coffee is haunting me. I dump it down the sink, and then it's full again. Every time.

I get that the food in the kitchen also... probably randomly appears. But it's more upsetting seeing it in action.

If no one has plans in the ballroom tonight, I'd like to commandeer it for a few hours.


Private to the Losers + Nicky

Stir-fry dinner tonight, made by Richie and myself. No sassy comments about Richie's cooking skills, he did perfectly fine. We supply the food, you bring the rest of the refreshments. We're taking over the ballroom, this can be a proper Loser party.

Who: nicky & lev
Where: medical bay
When: after lincoln and abby get lev settled
What: looking for knitting supplies, but finding A Lev instead
Status: ongoing
Warnings: none

( i'm left in bits, recovering tectonic )

Two weeks I have been here. I've made marks on the table beside my bed, little scratches to keep track of how long it's been since I've seen you, il mio amante. Your shirt loses your scent every day. I can't sleep without your arms around me. I fear I will never sleep a night through again.

What I'm wearing now reminds me of 1722. Do you remember? Gabon?

I know you can't hear me, il mio amante.

Oh.

No. No thank you. Pass.

WHO: Nicky & Richie
WHAT: Having ~discussions~
WHERE: Roller skating rink (no actual skating, but lots of drinking)
WHEN: Today
WARNINGS: Probably just heavy discussion topics (death, homophobia, etc)
STATUS: Complete

( we built these paper mountains )

Who: Nicky and Stan
Where: Their room
When: Wednesday night
What: Roommate late night chatting
Status: Ongoing
Warnings: Probably low but will update

( He had become an addict. )

All right, so, now that we're back on the island, I feel like we should definitely organize that watch schedule before something else weird happens.

Here's the list of folks who offered to help:
( cut to save space )

With me, that's 12 people. If we split up into pairs, we'd have six teams, so our options are either 3 8-hour shifts per day with every other day off or 6 4-hour shifts every day. What do you all prefer?

Additional volunteers:
Steve Rogers
Nicolo di Genova
Diego Hargreeves
Jean Grey
Laura Kinney
Octavia Blake
Caroline Forbes
Shane Collins
Rose Hathaway
Peter Parker
Clarke Griffin
Chloe Decker
Erik Lehnsherr
Tony Stark
Miguel O'Hara
Emma Frost

Also, if anyone else wants to help out, let me know. Or if any of the people on this list have disappeared, I guess update me on that too.

It's a cruel trick, his shirt here in my bed. I smell him on the fabric still but he is not to be found. I wrap myself in it but I am not in his arms. I am alone.

Okay, let's just say you finally got some sleep after like, living on a prayer and coffee for awhile - and you have this really specific dream about how you're looking out the window of the hotel and it's not LSD Wonderland anymore, it's like. A bunch of shanty shacks weathered in that salty kinda way and a lot of random goats running around. Maybe chickens.

I'm just wondering if that's happened to anyone else. I mean, I'm wondering for no reason. I honestly just thought it'd illicit a fun discussion.

I will find a way out of here.

Who: Nicky, open
Where: Outside
When: Wednesday night into Thursday morning
What: Distractions
Status: Open
Warnings: Violence and pining

( Taking his mind off of it all... )

Where am I?

Joe? Andy? Joe?

Ignore this post.