Who: Diata and open
When: mid-morning
Where: Faded Pages bookstore

Diata didn't know what to do with herself. She honestly didn't. She felt more lost than she ever had in her life. Most of the people here ... they'd been through something like this before. They were attempting to make plans, they seemed more prepared mentally -- seemed likely being the operative word. Though she'd spoken to Everett periodically in the few days since this calamity had come down, she still felt so lost and abandoned.

Needing something to do with her hands, she'd gone to the bookstore. It hadn't been looted, as books weren't exactly a necessity, and after standing around in it for some time, just staring, she began to pack the shelves back up. The boxes were still in the back storeroom, and she very slowly assembled them again, packing one at a time. Maybe they would end up as kindling at some point, but she couldn't stand to look at them sitting there anymore, as though someone would come by to buy them. She perched on a stool and left the front door open for the breeze, flipping through pages as she packed them away.

No, that can't be.

Who: Diata and Everett
Where: Diata's house
When: Late evening

What a day, Everett mused as he trudged along the sidewalk, hopefully towards his last stop before going home and drinking himself to sleep. He'd covered the police station, secured the weapons, dropped most of them at home, and was in the middle of a final check on the streets. Ev had eventually discarded the table leg he'd started with, and now felt just a little better with a police baton slung through his belt. It wasn't much comfort in light of his encounter with Eris, but every bit helped with a mood like this. He should've felt better for helping restore power to the town, but it didn't feel like it was helping much. Just get it done, he told himself, moving up on the address the directory had listed as Diata's and knocking firmly on the door.

Most of the day had seen Diata in something like a very controlled panic. The power was off, most of the people were gone. She'd gone and checked her shop, locked things up tight, and prayed that no one would break in the big glass windows. Though she wasn't sure what they could possibly want to loot from the place, people were strange creatures when it came to tense situations. She'd walked into the grocery store and taken bags to dump canned goods into, as many as she thought she might need for a week or so, not wanting to fully loot everything. And then it had been some scared wandering before she'd gone back home and surrounded herself with candles as her mind spun over what could've possibly happened and how she could deal with it. She had her pills -- of which she'd already taken more than normal -- but God only knew how long those would last.

Hidden Between the Lines


Who: Diata and Everett
When: morning
Where: Faded Pages

Diata had opened the store at eight-thirty that morning, though she didn't much expect any business until later. If any at all that day. She'd brought a small space-heater she'd found in her house and had it set up so it was blowing warm air toward her legs as she sat behind the counter, head propped up on the heel of one hand, sorting through a list of books to order she'd made up, and considering how many copies of each. At the very least, they let her use the internet to research titles -- she needed to, with the request for Braille -- but all the ordering was going to have to go through them.

She knew that Everett was coming, but she wasn't watching the door, content just to wait. If she was anything, she was patient. Even if he decided he didn't feel up to it and didn't show, it wouldn't bother her too much. Eyes skimming over the laptop screen in front of her, she pulled her sweater jacket a bit tighter around her and lifted her good leg to hug on the stool for a while. This winter was going to be a challenge.

Holy ground

Who: Everett and open
Where: The church and cemetary
When: afternoon

By now, Everett understood that even the most sturdy and foolproof of plans wouldn't matter out here. In the compound, there had never been a way to plan for every eventuality. Why should things be any different here? They weren't and likely wouldn't ever be, if Eris being his neighbor was any standard to go off of. Which meant that Everett's plan to stay in and stay drunk as much as possible? Well, it wasn't going to work.

Ready to Open

Who: Diata and Jeremy
When: around noon
Where: Faded Pages

Diata had spent a good chunk of the evening and night -- and three or four pills -- continuing to settle into her shop. She'd gotten the shelves all arranged as she liked them, and even had a neat little display of papers and magazines set up on a table in front of the big picture window. She'd swept the place out, dusted -- which it needed terribly -- and got all set up. It was a big job for one woman, but she'd done it before, and she rather enjoyed the work.

Eventually, around lunchtime, she felt finished, and opened the door. The chilly air came in, and it felt refreshing to her, though she knew that wouldn't last too long. This coming winter was going to be something to live through. She left it open for the time being, hoping to air the place out a little, and turned the sign on it around to say Open. It wasn't exactly a celebrated grand opening, but it would do for now.

Wooo, books!

Who: Diata and Hannah
When: Early evening
Where: Faded Pages

Two blocks down, two blocks right. Those were the directions Hannah had memorized to get to what was supposedly a bookstore in this tiny fake-ass town in the middle of nowhere because she hadn't brought a shit-ton of books with her to the experiment, and that meant that after nine months in hell house - even with all the trauma - she was fresh out of new material. She'd go mad crazy without something to read, so after visiting with Jason, she figured she'd try her hand at finding said bookstore.