Downfall RPG

Who: Charles and Terry
Where: Room 306
When: Day 10, 6pm

( Oh my god, thank you, Terry. )

Who: Loren and Joyce
When: Evening, Day 10 (31st)
Where: Stairs, then Joyce's room

( Joyce paused at the bottom of the stairs and softly said his name. )

Who: Terry & Joyce
Where: Terry's Room
When: Evening of Day 11 of the End of the World

To say it had been an eventful day would be a massive understatement. After returning from the trip with Tayne, she'd unloaded the bodies of the 'dogs' and stored them away, to be dealt with later. Likely by Tayne, as he seemed to know how to prepare meat. Joyce figured it was something she should learn, so maybe a training session would be appropriate. For now, she didn't have to deal with them anymore. Especially with Tayne not being well...

He'd come back for her. He'd managed to get the other two women to the hotel and then, despite feeling like hell, he'd come back to... retrieve her body, he'd likely thought. Tayne could easily have become a target himself, but he'd taken that risk. It made Joyce smile.

She ate something - she wasn't sure what it was - and had to lie down for a bit, her mind racing with all that had occurred. The creatures hadn't been able to bite her or get a proper grip. Tayne's knife had skated across her skin. What else was possible?

Time to talk to Terry...

Joyce didn't bother putting shoes on. She walked to Terry's room in shorts and a T-shirt, hair pulled back in a ponytail, carrying two bottles of water and a Ziplock bag of cookies. She knocked on his door and waited.

( Oh, right. I can fly. Just so you're aware of that. )

Who: Carson, John & Richard
Where: A random apartment, then Richard's Apartment
When: Morning of Day 11 of the End of the World (back-dated)

( He didn't even register that the intruders were talking - right now language was as foreign to his ears as any of the noises the monsters made outside his window. )

WHO: KJ and Joyce.
WHEN: Day 11 (placeholders are for fools?), mid-morning.
WHERE: Lobby then kitchen then lobby.

( Mummy? You're not a mummy. )

Who: Megan and Zane
When: Day 9, Evening
Where: Megan's room

He'd been told that Megan was okay and, for the most part, believed it given no one had rushed to get him to help with any injuries she'd sustained. Yet as the day went on and he hadn't seen the redhead about the hotel, he began to wonder. To turn his back and simply wait for her to show her face again would be easy. To always only think of himself would be the easiest way to survive of all. Yet he couldn't, and he tended to blame his medical training for the moral obligation. As someone who could help, he should. Now more than ever. Especially given that the woman had been attacked.

He questioned other residents of the hotel to find out where her room was, and the made his way there. Zane knocked on the door and called through, "Megan?" before trying the knob. He pushed the door open slowly, peering inside. "I came to check if you're alright."

( Some people just do bad things. )

Who: Polly Jean Randall and Carson Greco
What: Meeting
Where: A grocery store
When: BACKDATED to a day and a half ago

( It sure wasn't like living in a museum )

Who: Verity, Joyce & Josh
When: Day 6, morning
Where: the hotel to the hardware store and back

Verity was really just wandering at this point. He was feeling restless and there was nothing to do, nothing to distract himself from fresh memories and future worries. He'd already posted his inventories of supplies, such as he'd been able to put together. He couldn't figure out who the information should go to, so a couple of signs seemed like the best idea. He might have opted for lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, and hoping not to fall asleep, but that would set Jasper a bad example. He at least wanted Jas to get out, and trying to see to his brother's mental health forced him to take a little care with his own. He had decided that now was the time for his vending machine raiding project. There were a whole lot in a little alcove off the lobby. As good a place to start as any.

( survivors unite )

Who: Taylor and Dhaval
When: Mid-afternoon, Day 6
Where: Ground floor hallway and the bar

( This will not be awkward... this will not be awkward. )

Who: Minuette Kirsch, Loren Keller, Tony Reid and Davhal Singh
Where: West of The Hotel, Then The Hotel
When: Day 5: August 26th / 2015 - Early Afternoon

( A limited supply of women left, mate, an' we find the one who can't speak any English? That's fantastic.... )

Who: Loren & Tony
When: Day Two
Where: The Ruins of Detroit

Loren threw all of his weight downward against the pavement, the pain in his left arm unimportant as he thrashed and fought against the iron-like grip around his wrist. Teeth clenched and eyes wide, he hissed and fought, his tiny frame like the beating wings of a butterfly against the foot of a giant. The man holding his wrist was huge, massively deformed and though he still retained some of his human mind, he was definitely a far cry from being normal. Long tusks stretched out from under his hips, twisted and cracked as they headed back upward into the sky. The hulking figure continued to move, dragging what was his behind him as though there had been no need to ask for permission.

"You great prat!" Loren managed, his insult hampered by his hesitance to speak at all. He'd just witnessed possibly the most disgusting slaughter he could have ever witnessed, the group he'd been with until now smeared along the floor like they had been nothing more than insect guts. His throat and head were sore after the explosion of sound that had ripped out of him, and as he struggled he coughed, the simple phrase he'd let out bringing up blood with it. He could hardly think straight right now, could hardly see what was happening. Being dragged, twisting and fighting, shocked and half-crying, Loren was a mess - and at best, completely helpless.

The thing dragging him off grunted from the depths of his chest, turning to look down at the woman it thought it was dragging. It smelled like a woman, sounded like a woman, looked like a woman. There was no more confirmation needed. The creature was acting only on instinct, not willing to listen to reason. "Quiet," he said, and yanked the smaller man hard to continue dragging him.

Loren wished badly that he could trust his voice long enough to call for help, to scream... to do anything. As it was, he was stuck here, and it wasn't looking good.

( Mad Max, you can kiss my arse... )