Downfall RPG

Who: Josh and Minuette
When: mid-afternoon
Where: the storage room

PLACEHOLDER!

Who: Josh and Minuette
When: 11:00 a.m., day 10
Where: the kitchen

It was a bit early for lunch, and that might've been why the kitchen was empty when Josh went into it. He was feeling strange again: hot, sweaty, twitchy, vaguely frustrated. He'd awakened fairly early this morning, finding that apparently he'd gotten out of bed during the night and curled up next to the open window in his room, his bare back against the wall, his damp hair plastered to his head. He could never get cool enough, was his problem. The only relief he'd found since he'd discovered he could set things on fire had been icy cold baths and showers, and they would only last so long. He thought that his body temperature was never what most would consider normal anymore, but he didn't have a thermometer with which to check it.

He'd taken a pair of scissors to his jeans, making them into cutoffs, and he'd left his shirt in his room, not thinking anything about the fact that he was wandering around without much clothing on. It was dark most places in the hotel, since they didn't have any lights except a few flashlights. Who'd notice or even care? He paced around the kitchen, trying to figure out if he wanted something to eat. He couldn't decide. His bare feet carried him around the huge stainless-steel island to one of the deep sinks in this part of the room, and he noticed that someone had filled it with water. Josh stopped and stared at it for what felt like a long time, then reached over to touch its surface. Cold, straight from the pipes. He removed his hand, thought some more, almost in a daze of anticipation in the stuffy silence of the room.

( Josh hot. Mini rain. )