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Saint Dymphna hear our prayer
Who: Helena, Lily, Rico, Niamh, Max, Charlotte
When: LOLCUTE
Where: Nowhere good
Something had been thrown at the back of Charlotte's head as they'd entered the last saferoom. She remembered feeling dazed and staggering across the threshold, and someone slamming the door behind her. She'd then stumbled over to something and collapsed without ceremony. She needed a few minutes, just a few minutes, to remember how to breathe and to convince the contents of her stomach they were going to stay in her stomach. When she next opened her eyes, the light in the room was different.
I'm in a... Charlotte blinked as she took in her surroundings, realizing that she had collapsed on a pew and was staring at the gold-plated prayer to St. Dymphna. She was still clutching both the map and one of their retrieved items to her chest. Gingerly, she sat up, and once she was absolutely certain she wasn't going to vomit, she checked the time. They had a half hour of sanctuary left. She looked around the room guiltily, hating herself for falling asleep or passing out or whatever it was that she had done. God knew her injuries weren't the worst. "Guys," she murmured, feeling incapable of using anything more than a soft tone in this place, "It's time to start figuring out a game plan."
When: LOLCUTE
Where: Nowhere good
Something had been thrown at the back of Charlotte's head as they'd entered the last saferoom. She remembered feeling dazed and staggering across the threshold, and someone slamming the door behind her. She'd then stumbled over to something and collapsed without ceremony. She needed a few minutes, just a few minutes, to remember how to breathe and to convince the contents of her stomach they were going to stay in her stomach. When she next opened her eyes, the light in the room was different.
I'm in a... Charlotte blinked as she took in her surroundings, realizing that she had collapsed on a pew and was staring at the gold-plated prayer to St. Dymphna. She was still clutching both the map and one of their retrieved items to her chest. Gingerly, she sat up, and once she was absolutely certain she wasn't going to vomit, she checked the time. They had a half hour of sanctuary left. She looked around the room guiltily, hating herself for falling asleep or passing out or whatever it was that she had done. God knew her injuries weren't the worst. "Guys," she murmured, feeling incapable of using anything more than a soft tone in this place, "It's time to start figuring out a game plan."