Downfall RPG

Who: Andre and Corey
Where: The basement
When: Morning

And God said, let there be light. And there was light, and it was good. Andre thought back to the beginning of the Bible with a smile as he finished off a nice hot breakfast for a change. It was amazing the difference electricity made on your disposition. He didn't know who to thank for the hot meal, besides the Lord at least, but he wasn't going to complain. It had been far too long since he'd had a decent meal, and for a man his size, that was too long. He knew he could stand to lose some weight, but this had been bordering on the ridiculous.

Still, he had work to do, and he didn't want to put it off any longer. He'd heard something through the vents and wanted to investigate. The last thing he wanted was for something else to be rummaging around in the basement, or worse, that big nasty spider to have left a few babies someplace that the firebug hadn't been able to catch. His trusty shotgun in one hand and a flashlight in the other, he headed downstairs, silently wishing he'd had the human flamethrower with him, although he wasn't entirely sure the boy would've been up to it again so soon. He was still feeling a bit off from overuse of his own power and hoped he wouldn't have to go invisible again today. "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death..." Andre mumbled as he started down the stairs.

( Oh, shut up, cat. Don't think he's going to shoot <u>us</u> )

Who: Andre and open to all
When: Sunset
Where: The dining room

Andre had tried to keep things short. It had been hard to fight his natural instincts to "speechify" and go on for a long time, but he knew this wasn't the time for that. Besides, as much as he didn't want to admit it, he knew that some of the people didn't necessarily share his beliefs, and in the current situation, he was learning that he needed to focus more on comforting than converting. There would be a time for that. When they were ready, they would come to him, and he would lead them to the Lord. His head still sporting a small bandage from getting busted open- it had looked worse than it actually was-, he closed his Bible and recited from memory.

"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever."

He crossed over to the table he'd set up earlier, decorating it with a homemade cross and several candles he'd managed to scrounge up from the storage room that the hotel had obviously saved for fancy dinners. "At this time, as you feel led, I'd like to offer everyone an opportunity to remember those who are no longer with us. Come up, light a candle, and if you like, share something about the people you're remembering with us. As long as we remember them, they are never truly gone. Once I get the feeling that everyone has had their chance, I'll wrap things up. Now if you don't mind, I'll start."

He turned and picked up the clicky lighter and lit the first candle. He didn't turn to face anyone, but kept his gaze on the flickering flame. He didn't know how well he was going to hold up, and he wanted to appear strong for the others. "Sandra Washington. You were a beautiful woman, a wonderful partner, and an amazing servant of the Lord. I didn't deserve having someone like you in my life, but somehow you stuck with me through the good times and the bad." His eyes began to tear up a little, although he quickly wiped them. "I miss ya, baby. I miss your smile, your laugh, I miss holding you and sleeping next to you. I miss your beautiful voice. But I know when my time comes, you'll be right there, waitin' for me. I love you, baby." He stood for a moment, wiping the few tears that had come, then kissed the tips of his index and middle fingers before raising them to the sky. After he collected himself, he turned back around, then stepped back to let anyone else who wanted have their turn.

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Who: Andre & Josh
Where: Josh's room
When: Morning

Andre was still tired, even after getting a full night's rest. The search and rescue operation the day before had really taken a lot out of him. Not just the stairs, spiders, and fire, but especially turning a second person invisible with him. Considering how easily he could turn himself invisible, or anything he happened to be holding or wearing, it was kind of a shock just how worn out he still was from it all. He could still turn himself invisible- he'd tried it when he woke up and looked in the mirror- but it seemed like it took a little more effort to do this morning. He hoped that all he needed was to recharge a little and it would all be all right.

He was more concerned about the other members of the rescue party, though. Terry had seemed to come through all right, and he knew Landon and Catie were in the best hands possible, considering that their doctor had left them high and dry. But he wondered how the kid was holding up. Josh had done a bang-up job keeping all the spider-things occupied while he and Terry rescued the others, but he hadn't looked that good before it, and he could imagine that all that fire had taken a lot of out of him as well. After taking a cold shower, shaving, and a little prayer for everyone, he decided to go have a look-see, make sure the boy was doing okay. He climbed the stairs, silently cursing them as he did, before stopping at the boy's door. He knocked semi-quietly, hoping the boy wasn't still asleep. "Hey, kid," he said, trying not to be too loud, which was difficult with his booming voice. "It's me, Andre."

( I wouldn't have minded havin' a human flamethrower like you back when I was in Iraq. )

Who: Terry, Andre and Josh
When: Late afternoon, 6pm
Where: The depths of the hotel

( Let's just get their bodies out of here, and we'll worry about the rest later! )

Who: Andre and Verity (and Jasper)
Where: Billiard room
When: Mid-morning

( The point of the thing has got to be maximum functionality under the circumstances, right? )

Who: Tayne and Andre
Where: The kitchen
When: Midday

( I'm a big boy. I can improvise. )

Who: Andre and Charity
When: Day 11, morning
Where: Kitchen

Andre had been up early. He always got up with the sunrise to pray and do a little Bible reading. Of course, he'd been doing much more of that lately, but still, morning rituals had to be kept. His food for the soul taken care of, now it was time for food for the body. He didn't know how much of a rush there usually was in the mornings, so he was actually a bit surprised that no one was in the kitchen when he got there. He didn't mind, it meant he could cook, or at least something like it, in relative peace.

Or at least he thought he would. He didn't know how long the power had been out here in the hotel- it had been out when he got here, but there was still somewhat fresh food left, so he guessed it hadn't been too long. Still, most of the breakfast items were starting to go bad. Eggs were out, the milk smelled a little funny, and worst off, there was no power for the coffee machine. Resigned, he ended up finding a bowl and just pouring dry cereal into it.

He looked into the bowl, looking sad and pathetic without any milk in it. He needed a little something else to add to it, but he had no idea what. He headed back to the pantry, hoping to find something that would compliment dry raisin bran. Maybe there's some fruit punch at least, or some fruit that ain't too bad...

Who: Andre and Landon
When: About 3ish in the afternoon
Where: The lobby

"These are they who have come out of the great tribulation; they have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. Therefore, they are before the throne of God and serve him day and night in his temple; and he who sits on the throne will spread his tent over them. Never again will they hunger; never again will they thirst. The sun will not beat upon them, nor any scorching heat. For the Lamb at the center of the throne will be their shepherd; he will lead them to springs of living water. And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes."

Andre closed the old leatherbound Bible and stroked his goatee. This was definitely the inspiration he had needed today. He'd allowed himself to sleep in for once, thankful to the Lord for the comfortable bed again and a place to rest. But the time for rest was over; now was the time for him to make preparations. Before the Tribulation began, he'd never been a huge student of the Book of Revelations. He'd seen it as an oddity in the Bible, and while all of God's words had merit, it wasn't one of the books he'd focused on very much. But now, here in the End Times, it was all making much more sense. These weren't words for the before-times, these words, written thousands of years before, were for him, for now. They were to be an inspiration for him, to give him strength in mankind's last darkest hours. Closing his eyes and bowing his head, his hands clasped, he spoke to the Lord, the one person he was sure he could count on in this day and age.

"Our sweet Lord, thank You so much for this wonderful sanctuary You have given us, this protection from the outside world. Now I ask You for strength, for guidance. Dear Lord, help me to be Your shepherd, to lead these lost souls out of the darkness and into Your kingdom. In Your most holy of names I pray. Amen." Raising his head and opening his eyes, he had a slight smile on his face. He knew his mission, he knew what the Lord had planned for him now. All would be right with the world.

Getting up with a grunt, he walked over to the window, peeking out as much as he could. His leg was throbbing again. It had been ever since he'd left the church and been on it for too long. But the pain was temporary, a test of his faith, and he would be found worthy of God's glory. In his deep voice, he began to sing one of his favorite songs, one his wife had often sang in church. "I sing because I'm happy... I sing because I'm free... For His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me." A bit out-of-date now, seeing as there were no more sparrows, as far as he knew, but the meaning was there.

Who: Andre and Tayne
Where: The mean streets of Detroit
When: Mid-day

( Ebony and Ivory up against the hounds of Hell )