Downfall RPG

Who: Liah, Verity, Rowan and Jasper and Juniper (NPCs)
Where: their suites
When: late afternoon

Liah had never wished more fervently for a DVD player and some children's DVDs. Oh, yeah, having electricity to run it might be nice, too. She was just about out of ideas for trying to entertain two kids who were worried about their older siblings-- particularly Jasper, who'd been without Verity for days now. Because he didn't talk, she had no idea what he was thinking, but she figured his mind was probably on worst-case scenarios by now. She'd finally just sat down and let Jas and Juny do whatever without her intervention, which was probably a good thing since they seemed calmer now. Hell, they were probably tired of her, and she couldn't blame them. She was getting tired of herself.

She swung her foot, her gaze on nothing in particular as she tried not to wonder what would happen if they didn't come back. Either of them or both of them. It seemed as if Rowan had been gone forever, even though she knew he really hadn't. She so didn't wait well, and it was taking all she had to keep her butt parked on the couch. Maybe she should put another coat of that gold polish on her nails, even if the kiddos complained about how it smelled.

( Everyone's home. )

Who: Tayne and Dhaval
Where: Dhaval's room, outside, then Dhaval's room again
When: Late afternoon

The first thing Tayne did when he got back to the hotel, after getting Terry as comfortable as possible with help from the other guys still able to stagger about, was take a shower and throw the clothes he'd been wearing in his make-shift dirty clothes hamper. They smelled terrible, especially to his finally-returned senses.

The second thing he did was raid some of the new supplies to make a can of soup, because goddamn was he starving, and he didn't trust the remains of bread and meat from the last batch he'd made and caught, and he probably needed something gentle on his poor, empty belly, anyway.

Right after that, though, he made his exhausted and hopeful way to Dhaval's room. There were still the eggs, but he thought maybe Dhaval would like to come with him for that, and get some of the thin, cloud-obscured late-afternoon sun.

He knocked on the door, leaning on the door frame while he waited to see if the guy was there. He smelled there.

( Oh, because getting you tipsy and running my hands over you has nothing in it for me? )

Who: Dhaval and Corey
Where: The lobby
When: Early-ish morning

Dhaval was onto the third book Tayne had brought him. He was trying to take it as slowly as he could, but he felt starved right now. Back in the world that was, he'd stopped by the library on the way home from work twice a week, and when he wasn't typing away on his computer, he was buried in some novel or other. The selection he had now was rather random, of course, a couple generic spy novels, a children's book (probably miss-shelved, and luckily an old favorite) with unicorns, something about dragons, something else about pirates, only in space, and an Agatha Christie. Most of them he wouldn't have picked out himself, but Dhaval required words the way most people needed food, and he had to fight not to devour what he had.

He'd wheeled himself out into the lobby to read in a bit of sunlight. He didn't want to ask anyone to take him outside, and though he mostly felt better physically, he was a little weak, low on energy. He needed more sun, something to keep him warm at night. Well, preferably someone... He was trying not to drive himself distracted with worry, but Tayne was all he had to focus on outside his attempts at writing and the books he had to ration. He looked half asleep where he sat, eyes flickering quickly back and forth on the page.

( You knew?? )

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