Downfall RPG

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Who: Tayne, Taylor, and Jasmine
Where: The hotel, outside and then inside
When: Mid-afternoon

It hadn't taken that long to get cleaned up and changed. Tayne had rummaged around in the house they raided for clean clothes that fit Taylor-- only to find she had extras, herself. Real smart. Well, it was the thought that counted, right? While she rinsed and changed, he got them lunch and added some snacks and plenty of water for later. Who knew how long the water would last, anyhow?

Then they were off again. Walking, this time, which kept them slower but also kept them quieter. Tayne mostly went in the direction he heard gunfire, but they only actually found the results of it once-- the dead monster. Or, well, the results of once that actually worked. It was possible that the others had resulted in the monster winning and dragging the losing human off to munch on someplace dark and quiet.

When they spotted the "alive inside" sign on the top of the high-ride building after a couple hours, though, that became their destination. Tayne was looking for survivors, and now for a safe place for Taylor, and that seemed like a good place to look. It took them a while to get there, and Tayne was cautious as he approached, his axe unhooded and his motorcycle parked a little ways back, out of the way.

( Hope these aren't looters aiming to steal our shit )

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Who: Liah and Minuette
Where: the main lobby, then the elevator
When: early evening, day 5

( you don't speak English? seriously? )

WHO: Landon and Loren
WHAT:God knows
WHEN: 8PM, day 5
WHERE: Hotel

( Landon stared at Loren as the blonde began to cry, his blue eyes luminescent with tears. )

Who: Megan and Loren
When: Early Evening
Where: Hotel bar

Megan ran her fingers over the glass bottles in front of her, her back to the open doorway. Ever since exploring the kitchen, she'd become eager to check out other parts of the hotel, while they were still safe and accessible at least. She'd visted the laundry room, the pool, the exercise room, but none had proven as interesting as the bar. The glass bottles each had their own unique feel and sound, and even the labels were proving very interesting, as she was discovering that she could feel the letters printed on each one. If she'd known what the letters were, she probably could've read them as easily as she read braille. She made a mental note to work on that at some point. Still, she could actually smell the alcohol through the glass or at least escaping from under the caps. Picking up one particularly oddly-shaped bottle, she gave it a whiff. Tequila, she thought with a smile. A person could easily drink themselves to an early grave in a place like this. Or at least drink enough to forget that the world was ending all around them and they were the only ones left.

Who: Zane, Penny, and Open
When: Day 5, 11:13pm
Where: Laundry Room

( He'd worn the blood stained cloth he had on currently around all day, his own personal burden. )

Who: Rowan and OPEN
Where: The game rooms of the hotel
When: Late morning

Sneaking away from the usual bunch for a bit, Rowan had a few ideas he wanted to work on with his wings-- and this time, he really didn't want anyone around to watch him potentially fall on his face. Or smash into things. Or generally make an ass of himself.

So he'd snuck downstairs and into the game room. Or card room. Or whatever the hell it actually was. The roof was high enough, and the room big enough, and the place full of enough heavy furniture for what he had in mind. First order of business: getting lift without having to run around like a moron. That wasn't going to do him any good if he needed to get away from something quickly, or if he was going to launch off a roof, right? Of course not.

So he took off his shoes-- heavy combat boots, he decided, were not very helpful when it came to flying-- grabbed one of the edges of the heavy poker tables, and started flapping the wings. With nobody around to rush him, and no monsters to make him rush himself, he could experiment with angles and direction of the beats and... stuff. That was the plan, anyway, right up until the deck of cards sitting on the table scattered across the room in a frenzied cloud, buffeted by his wings.

"Fuck," he grumbled.

Who: Taylor and Tayne
When: Mid-morning
Where: Downtown
What: Taylor’s car breaks down and havoc ensues, requiring a timely rescue by Tayne

Taylor was not particularly happy. After surviving for 4 days in post-monstergeddon Chicago, slowly making her way out of town and managing to get a car to get her to Canada, the car had finally given up the ghost in Detroit, of all places. She wasn’t sure exactly what was wrong with her inherited vehicle, but the smoke coming from underneath the hood wasn’t exactly a sign of good things to come. Getting out of the car, she popped the hood, looking around to make sure the coast was clear first. She didn’t really know a lot about cars, but if it was something she could make work for a little while…

Raising the hood, the smoke immediately covered her as it escaped, causing her to release a particularly blasphemous string of curses in her native Quebecois. “Of all the stupid, idiotic… you couldn’t even wait until we got out of the country?” she asked the car as she slammed the hood down in frustration. Well, this wasn’t going to get her any further. Looking ahead, she wondered how far the car would’ve gotten anyways, with all the bodies and abandoned vehicles in the road, especially now that she was in the heart of downtown.

( Good aim. )

Who: Keith and Paige
When: 8am
Where: Hotel and Hard Rock Cafe

( That wasn't such a bad day )

Who: Dhaval, Pepper, and open
When: Early morning, day 5
Where: Near the hotel, on the street

It was just a little difficult to push his chair along with bags of cans and dry goods lifted from a small house dangling off the handles of his chair. He didn't ask for help, though. Pepper had more than enough to carry on her own, and he didn't want to be anything but helpful. Out in the bright sunlight, he was actually feeling very bright and energetic, and not sweating. It was really strange. He'd never liked warm weather before, but in the house with Pepper, he'd felt oddly sluggish. He still wasn't hungry, though. He didn't know what to make of that, so he'd just not mentioned that. It was easy to get things past his monster friend.

"We've done pretty well do far. Um, do you want to head back now?" He looked up at her, kicking the brake into place. It took a while, he'd discovered, to get much through Pepper's head, or at least communicate sufficiently before she turned around and saw something shiny. "Maybe we could go back out later, but if we're carrying much more than this we'll be weighed down. I know it's quieter during the day, but eventually one of those things is going to find its way to us, and I'd rather be able to move quickly." He didn't think he could outrun much, but his arms were very strong and he wasn't as helpless as one would expect. ...Or so he told himself.

Who: Alan Springer; Charity Rose
Where: The Hotel and outside
When: Day 5

( The confines of this stuffy hotel couldn't keep him... )

Who: Amberlee and Jasmine
When: Dusk, Day 5
Where: Rooftop

( She had found ways to curb the insanity, and tend to the growing need for mental security, but she was aware it was coming at a cost. )

Who: Mia, Angela (NPC)
What: Trying to find a friend
When: morning to 4 pm, 8/26/2015 (Day 5)

Mia stood in her bedroom, holding her backpack, and stared at her belongings. She could hear her mother across the hall, trying to smother her soft sobs. Mia wasn’t crying—she felt like she couldn’t cry anymore. The world was insane, her father was… dead. All she could feel was a cold numbness.( They'd been in their house starting on five days now. )

Who: Terry, Zane and Landon
When: 5:30am to about 2pm
Where: Out in the streets, on the way to and from the hospital

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