Who: Blair and Nate
What: Romancing the zombie apocalypse
Where: Inside the entrance to the Palace
When: Morning
Rating: Lowish (I'd guess!)


Now that sheer terror had faded, Blair did what she always did best-- try to turn circumstances to her advantage. Things had been distant between Nate and her since she'd learned the devastating secret about him and Serena. What better than a disaster to bring them closer together again? She would be vulnerable and in need of comfort... comfort she could only find in his study, Lacrosse-strengthened arms. Blair was no damsel, but she was very much in distress and figured this might be just the wake-up call Nate needed.

There was only one problem: she had no earthly idea where her boyfriend had gotten himself to. Thanks to Chuck, she was ready to face the world again, all of the traces of their bloody night erased from her person and attire. Really, all things considered, Blair thought she looked quite charming. She paused to admire her reflection in a hallway mirror, practicing her brave-but-appealingly-vulnerable, tremulous smile before heading to the restaurant. She frowned, glancing around and only seeing strangers who lingered at tables, looking haunted even as they dined on the best the Palace had to offer. He was missing from the bar as well, and from the lounge. Blair was growing more frustrated by the minute.

"You. Stop right there," she called out imperiously to one of Bart's hired guards, who had just come inside. She didn't bother looking behind him to see what the world outside of the hotel's confines looked, her mission was her only focus. "Have you seen Nathanial Archibald?"

Annoyed by the guard's blank stare, she let out an annoyed huff and fished out her cell phone. It had been utterly useless to her since the attacks had begun, but at least now it might be helpful. She flicked quickly to an image of Nate, holding her screen out to the man with an expectant expression on her face.