Downfall RPG

Who: Penny, Zane, Tony & Catie (NPC)
When: Day 9, late morning
Where: Around the hotel, then Tony's room

( Tony regained consciousness to a horrible smell and a pounding head and one side of his face felt like someone had tried to cleave it off. )

Who: Catie and Alan
What: He drops the ball that she has SUPA POWAS
Where: The pool
When: Late evening


In the grand scheme of measuring her mental health, today had been better for Catie. She occasionally still felt like bursting into tears when she thought of her family and friends, not knowing whether or not they had survived and slowly coming to term with the fact that she probably never would. Terrified of venturing anywhere outside, much less try and leave the city, the young brunette felt her cowardice like a slimy layer over her skin. It sickened her, but she couldn't bring herself to overcome it. And thus she found excuses for not venturing out, like going for a swim.

Tonight she pulled out and donned the brown two-piece she had packed for her weeks at her grandmother's house. As she changed in front of the mirror in her suite, Catie acted the proper girl and took measure of her stomach, following up with playing with her breasts to try and give herself cleavage. When it didn't quite happen, she heaved a sigh and turned away in frustration. Even after the end of the world, her self-image still plagued her with doubt. She quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself to head down to the pool.

Who: Landon and OPEN
What: Anything!
Where: The room with the piano
When: Around ten AM,

Landon sat on the piano bench, one leg folded underneath the other. In his lap sat his Luna guitar, and the redhead was carefully turning the knobs on the left side, tuning the instrument gently, his large and calloused fingers working at the carved ivory. There was a faint smile on his features, the act of tuning his guitar was almost a form of meditation for him, the soft sound of the music soothing. The guitar wasn't really that out of tune, but with the chaos and difficulties they'd been facing over the past few days it was nice to have a distraction. Music had always hypnotized him, held him captive in the same way books did for some, the way love did for most. Music had been first and foremost in his life. Now, as he finished tuning his guitar, the Bostonian brought the wooden instrument to his chest. His hands gripped the worn wood in the way one might grip a lover, carefully, methodically. He picked out the starting chords, feeling his shoulders relax minutely as sound filled the room. He hadn't had a chance to play in too long.

Well you done done me and you bet I felt it, I tried to be cool, but you're so hot that I melted... It was a song from the past. Nearly five years past, but it was one of his favorites. Even as he sang, the idea that there would be no new songs to hear on the radio, no braying DJs promoting "The number one hit this week!" No emo bands with black swishes of hair weeping openly into their microphones on VH1... it was a little despairing. Landon continued to play though, finally losing himself in the familiarity and sound of the song as he sang along.

Who: Vianne and Catie
When: Day 3, mid-afternoon
Where: Catie's room

( The small group she had been found herself with were her safeguard )

Who: Alan and OPEN
When: Day 3, 10:15 am
Where: The Hotel - random hallway

( The morbid part of him couldn't help but consider that the dead who littered the streets of Detroit were really the lucky ones... )

Who: Catie, Keith, and any others near the hotel
When: August 23, 2015, Day Two, early morning (~8:00)
Where: Aletheon Hotel and the streets around it.


( Now I'm barely standing. )

Who: Terry, Jasmine and Catie
When: Day one, evening
Where: Hotel room.

( It was about seven in the evening on the first day of hell. )

Who: Terry, Jasmine, Vianne, Catie & Terrence (NPC)
When: Sometime after noon, around 3pm
Where: Streets, and then the infamous hotel

( And I do NOT feel fine. )