Downfall RPG

Who: Corey and Dhaval
Where: Dhaval's room
When: Midday-ish

The storm made it a lot harder to go out like he usually did, but Corey still did it. He came back much sooner than usual, though, and soaked to the skin despite having taken his usually effective coat to keep the rain off. He'd come back with a few more apples, and a few more bags of chips-- useless things, but maybe the kids would like them-- but not much else. Blitz smelled like a wet dog, despite being mostly a cat, and had been very unhappy about it, though she'd been quite happy to get dried off with one of his towels, playing with it like it were some kind of cat toy.

At least he knew what he was going to do with his enforced idleness. The day before he'd sensed three more monsters "waking up" in the hotel, and he could tell those weird eggs had hatched. Now that he had time, he was going to see what was going on with 'em.

The stronger sense brought him to a room on the first floor, where he rapped firmly on the door, though he couldn't imagine who was in there. It looked like it was nothing more than a storage room.

( Oh, great, scary guy. )

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?? )