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May. 18th, 2013
WHO: Lucien and Charlie
WHERE: Parking lot
WHEN: Evening, right around sunset
For someone who had spent most of his life running, Lucien was adjusting to captivity fairly well. He'd only been at the hotel for two full days and hadn't yet attempted to leave, mostly because the effort just seemed futile. Waking up after that first night, he'd quickly come to the realization that his stay might, in fact, be longer than he'd intended. He wasn't entirely sure how he was supposed to feel about this knowledge, though to his credit, at least he hadn't panicked and mowed down any innocent bystanders with his car.
Not that he could have, anyway. His beautiful Firebird had really bitten the dust this time, and even close scrutiny had been unable to detect any obvious problems under the hood. He'd spent the last two hours examining what he could of the vehicle's major components, but without the proper tools there was little he could do.
Now that the sun had settled low on the horizon and frustration had set in, Lucien was perched on the curb beside his car, using his thigh as a surface for rolling a cigarette. The air had grown palpably thick as a result of the approaching storm, but it didn't seem to bother him; he was certainly no stranger to heat and humidity, or even vicious storms, for that matter. The only measure he'd taken to combat the uncomfortable conditions was to tug his hair into a middle ponytail. After all, there were few things he disliked more than the feeling of sweaty hair plastered against his neck.
WHERE: Parking lot
WHEN: Evening, right around sunset
For someone who had spent most of his life running, Lucien was adjusting to captivity fairly well. He'd only been at the hotel for two full days and hadn't yet attempted to leave, mostly because the effort just seemed futile. Waking up after that first night, he'd quickly come to the realization that his stay might, in fact, be longer than he'd intended. He wasn't entirely sure how he was supposed to feel about this knowledge, though to his credit, at least he hadn't panicked and mowed down any innocent bystanders with his car.
Not that he could have, anyway. His beautiful Firebird had really bitten the dust this time, and even close scrutiny had been unable to detect any obvious problems under the hood. He'd spent the last two hours examining what he could of the vehicle's major components, but without the proper tools there was little he could do.
Now that the sun had settled low on the horizon and frustration had set in, Lucien was perched on the curb beside his car, using his thigh as a surface for rolling a cigarette. The air had grown palpably thick as a result of the approaching storm, but it didn't seem to bother him; he was certainly no stranger to heat and humidity, or even vicious storms, for that matter. The only measure he'd taken to combat the uncomfortable conditions was to tug his hair into a middle ponytail. After all, there were few things he disliked more than the feeling of sweaty hair plastered against his neck.
May. 17th, 2013
Who: Charlie and Jai
When: Mid-morning
Where: Their apartment
Jai had been a little more stressed out than usual as of late, even in this place. Since coming to the hotel there was always a bit of tension lingering in the back of his mind. The encounter with Christine and Finley only brought it all to the surface. Today was his first day off since it had all gone down, and aside from Nan's walks, he was spending it by being as lazy as possible. At that moment he was sprawled out on the living room couch, half-heartedly strumming on his guitar. He'd plunked down in that spot after Nan's last walk and dozed a little, and hadn't budged much since waking up. Oh yeah, he'd definitely needed this.
It eventually occurred to him that he could hear Charlie moving around in another room. "Oi," he called. "Aren't you off tomorrow? I'd've thought you'd be out half-drunk by now." Sometimes it still bugged Jai that he couldn't unwind with a couple of beers like everybody else, but he'd tried it in the past. His meds, not to mention mental state, had not thanked him for it at all.
When: Mid-morning
Where: Their apartment
Jai had been a little more stressed out than usual as of late, even in this place. Since coming to the hotel there was always a bit of tension lingering in the back of his mind. The encounter with Christine and Finley only brought it all to the surface. Today was his first day off since it had all gone down, and aside from Nan's walks, he was spending it by being as lazy as possible. At that moment he was sprawled out on the living room couch, half-heartedly strumming on his guitar. He'd plunked down in that spot after Nan's last walk and dozed a little, and hadn't budged much since waking up. Oh yeah, he'd definitely needed this.
It eventually occurred to him that he could hear Charlie moving around in another room. "Oi," he called. "Aren't you off tomorrow? I'd've thought you'd be out half-drunk by now." Sometimes it still bugged Jai that he couldn't unwind with a couple of beers like everybody else, but he'd tried it in the past. His meds, not to mention mental state, had not thanked him for it at all.
WHO. Daniel & Ashling
WHERE. Infirmary
WHEN. Early Morning
Daniel was muttering in his sleep. He didn't, not generally, but the pain medication he'd gotten was making him sleep deeply, a dreamless state. He didn't mind. Nightmares would have only made matters worse, so when he cracked his eyes and came to, his head was throbbing from the medication and his mouth was dry. He made the mistake of trying to reach with his injured arm first and he gasped, resting it down for a moment as the pain zipped through him like cracks in a glass. Deep breathing calmed the pain down and he reached, this time with a little less pain, with his good arm and lifted the glass to his lips as he sat up.
This was going to be a pain. Literal and otherwise. He looked around, swallowing back the water with a wince.
"Hello? Is anyone around? Ashling?" he remembered that the odd name belonged to the woman with fiery hair that had helped him at first and he wondered if she was still here.
WHERE. Infirmary
WHEN. Early Morning
Daniel was muttering in his sleep. He didn't, not generally, but the pain medication he'd gotten was making him sleep deeply, a dreamless state. He didn't mind. Nightmares would have only made matters worse, so when he cracked his eyes and came to, his head was throbbing from the medication and his mouth was dry. He made the mistake of trying to reach with his injured arm first and he gasped, resting it down for a moment as the pain zipped through him like cracks in a glass. Deep breathing calmed the pain down and he reached, this time with a little less pain, with his good arm and lifted the glass to his lips as he sat up.
This was going to be a pain. Literal and otherwise. He looked around, swallowing back the water with a wince.
"Hello? Is anyone around? Ashling?" he remembered that the odd name belonged to the woman with fiery hair that had helped him at first and he wondered if she was still here.
WHO. Seth & Justice
WHERE. Morningstar
WHEN. Late Morning / Brunch
Seth stared at the table in front of him, at the plate of food he'd ordered, before he leaned back. What was this place? He'd been to plenty of four star resorts in his time. This one took the cake. Everything was free. At first, he'd wondered if there was going to be a clever time share presentation included somewhere.
But then, the realization crept up onto him with horror. He stared down at the yellow eggs, the slice of wheat toast. The half-drank glass of coffee. He picked up the coffee cup, stared at it for a moment before he drained the bitter black liquid back, and then threw the mug down against the floor.
It shattered in a satisfying way and he stared at it, feeling his heart start to race. He was trapped. They were all trapped here. He couldn't leave. If he walked outside the door, if he tried to leave, he was certain that somehow, someway, he would end up right back here. His jaw clenched, he waited to see if anyone would react to his outburst.
He was calm on the outside, but inside, that panic tightened like a knot.
WHERE. Morningstar
WHEN. Late Morning / Brunch
Seth stared at the table in front of him, at the plate of food he'd ordered, before he leaned back. What was this place? He'd been to plenty of four star resorts in his time. This one took the cake. Everything was free. At first, he'd wondered if there was going to be a clever time share presentation included somewhere.
But then, the realization crept up onto him with horror. He stared down at the yellow eggs, the slice of wheat toast. The half-drank glass of coffee. He picked up the coffee cup, stared at it for a moment before he drained the bitter black liquid back, and then threw the mug down against the floor.
It shattered in a satisfying way and he stared at it, feeling his heart start to race. He was trapped. They were all trapped here. He couldn't leave. If he walked outside the door, if he tried to leave, he was certain that somehow, someway, he would end up right back here. His jaw clenched, he waited to see if anyone would react to his outburst.
He was calm on the outside, but inside, that panic tightened like a knot.
May. 13th, 2013
here you are and all i want to do is run
WHO. Finley & Wren
WHERE. Morning Star
WHEN. morning
( She would leave; she refused to believe that she couldn’t. )
WHERE. Morning Star
WHEN. morning
May. 11th, 2013
TIME UPDATE
July 5th, 2013.
Friday.
Weather Report: It’s another hot and clear day in the desert until late in the afternoon, when heavy clouds begin to roll in and the humidity begins to rise. There’s definitely a storm on the way, and when it comes (possibly tomorrow), it's going to be a big one.
Staff Briefings: July marks the start of the Mojave desert’s storm season. Most people think of deserts as getting a very low amount of rain, but the Mojave does have several severe thunder and lightning storms in their storm season, and several inches of rain annually. Fliers have gone up reminding guests to stay indoors during any such storm.
Daily Events: It’s Friday night, and that means the bars are a little busier than usual. Not just with guests, either. A good number of staff have the weekend off, so Fridays are always busy. It's a good day to relax with a drink and get to know someone new! Hurray!
Friday.
Weather Report: It’s another hot and clear day in the desert until late in the afternoon, when heavy clouds begin to roll in and the humidity begins to rise. There’s definitely a storm on the way, and when it comes (possibly tomorrow), it's going to be a big one.
Staff Briefings: July marks the start of the Mojave desert’s storm season. Most people think of deserts as getting a very low amount of rain, but the Mojave does have several severe thunder and lightning storms in their storm season, and several inches of rain annually. Fliers have gone up reminding guests to stay indoors during any such storm.
Daily Events: It’s Friday night, and that means the bars are a little busier than usual. Not just with guests, either. A good number of staff have the weekend off, so Fridays are always busy. It's a good day to relax with a drink and get to know someone new! Hurray!