What Happens After Who: The mildly injured. When: Around 1 AM Where: Apollon's Grace Rating: TBA Status: In progress
What had been the room where video screens had broadcasted so many celebrations of the new year, was now a sort of waiting/milling about room. The screens were all ominously dark, drawing the eye, even without a single speck of a light showing on their surfaces.
Rita sat in one of the many bolted down chairs, holding onto the pillow from the Infirmary as if it were a security blanket. With wide eyes, her gaze darted around the room, and to those who remained inside it. Before dropping back to her lap. Her fingers fiddled with the edge of the pillow, distracting herself by inspecting the seam as if it were the most interesting thing in the world at the moment.
While her usual braid had long since been abandoned, Rita's dark hair fell messily down her back. She had barely managed to tie it back so that it was not absolutely everywhere, but stretching to do so had not exactly been comfortable.