Who: Tobias and Scotty Where: The kitchen When: Morning
It was nice to be back in the house, rather than waking up in that chilly jail cell, but at the same time... it felt weird and not the same. There were so many new people, and... some regulars were still gone. Regulars? Natives? What were they supposed to call the people who had been here since the beginning? In any case, it felt like a handful of them were still missing and Tobias had no idea if they would be back or not, which kind of sucked. He knew he was lucky, with Chase and Lennon still in the house. But now it felt like the dynamic was about to change and he wasn't sure he liked it. Would it get out that someone had died in the house? That he was responsible? Would people think he was some kind of murderer then?
He sat at the kitchen island now, drinking a lukewarm cup of coffee and trying to get himself motivated to do something. Anything. Well, he had done something, scrubbing at the racist messages scrawled in the kitchen when he had wandered in earlier. He had gotten as much as he could off of the walls and fridge, pulling some of the dry goods from the garbage to put away. What he couldn't get rid of completely he had covered up until he could figure out how to get permanent marker completely off of surfaces. Honestly... what was wrong with people? He had a feeling this wasn't Them, because... well, it seemed pretty amateurish, compared to everything else they had gone through lately.
And now he was feeling listless again. Listless and tired, and unable to sleep without dreaming about Simms. Tobias figured there was some psychological thing there, but he didn't know if it was fear or guilt or what. All he knew was that sometimes he woke up tasting blood in his mouth, remembering how the blood had coated Simms's lips after Tobias stabbed him in the neck. The memory of it now was so acute that Tobias gagged, nearly vomiting over the island countertop. Jack would hate that if Jack were still here. He swallowed down the bile and took a sip of the coffee to try and erase the taste. He had to try and do something productive today, something distracting. Maybe Chase would want to go back into town to search for Kiley, even though Tobias had the pessimistic feeling that Kiley was probably gone for good. The people in charge didn't care about anyone's well being, physically or mentally. He was pretty sure They were waiting to see who else snapped.