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Oh... CRAP.

Who: Jillian and open to Shane and Posy
When: Morning
Where: Who knows? She's in HER room...

Dreaming of a white... October?

Who: Jillian, open to Shane and Jack
When: 8 am
Where 2 Short Street

Normally, Christmas music wouldn't be something that would make Jillian wake up screaming. After her time in the experiment, however, sudden loud noises jolting her out of sleep were an entirely different story, and it took her a few confused seconds to realize it was music instead of a siren going off every hour on the hour. She dropped back into bed, fighting to calm down and keep her heart from bursting out of her chest. After a second, she got up to see if there was some way to turn off the music, because eight o'clock in the morning was much too early to be awake. It was about that time that she noticed the brightly wrapped boxes in her room, one of them with... holes in it? Unwrapping the box nearest the door, Jillian found a bunch of dog toys and care items. That was random... until she opened the second box, containing the most adorable puppy she'd ever seen in her life. Picking up the furry little thing and giving it a good cuddle, she opened her bedroom door and stepped into the hallway, wondering if anyone else was up.

frosty can kiss my ass

who: people at the vicarage
when: 8am
where: the vicarage

Eris was woken by the alarm. Frosty the Snowman bit through her blissful unconsciousness like a cheerful fucking scalpel. And at first, she fumbled around, like she was going to shut an alarm off. Only...she didn't have an alarm, now did she? Instead she just managed to knock a few things to the floor and that had her looking over the end of her bed. Her head swam when she did, the music really making her brain fucking hurt, but she focused on...were those presents? What the fuck?

Storyteller

Feeling:
stubborn

who: eris, everett and brett
where: living room, mostly
when: later afternoon/early evening

It was all a bunch of bullshit, in Everett's opinion. Really, everything here tended to be, but in this particular situation? He was getting reminded of that fact more heavily than he usually would. That stupid dollhouse was an obvious goading tactic, at least as far as he was concerned. What other use would it have? Dress up each of them in some absurd little representation, put the whole thing out in a public spot so they could be witness to each others' reactions. And he blamed his lack of a fucking drink for his, but that didn't exactly matter much now. He'd had a bad one, they'd all seen it. Eris had probably even felt emboldened enough to call him 'captain' again, that or her brain damage had just made her forget not to. But Ev felt surly enough to assume the former as he sat in the living room, staring balefully at the outdated television even if it was off, one hand clutching the doll he'd thrown away earlier, the other holding what had to be his fourth cup of shitty instant coffee.

the dollhouse

who: everett, eris and brett open to hannah and posy
when: morning
where: front hall

house of shane

who: everyone at shane's house(jillian, jack & penny)
where: shane's house
when: morning

Shane, being that he lived there, was unaware anything was weird. Well...maybe that Jillian wasn't in bed with him, but she could have gotten up earlier than he had. Getting up and going to the bathroom that adjoined his room, he showered, then changed, heading downstairs to drop onto the sofa in the living room, turning video games on. Nothing like starting the day killing zombies. Or, that was his theory and he was sticking the fuck to it. It was that or really think about things, which he'd been steadfastly avoiding doing. Like the scratch on his cheek from that crazy girl. Or the fact that he'd pulled the trigger of his gun.

Sure, it hadn't gone off, but that was hardly the point, was it? The fact was it should have. Which meant he had the balls to pull the trigger on someone--something he had not known before? And really rather wished he didn't now, either. Thus--massive avoidance. And video games. Very much video games.

Unfamiliar ceilings

Who: Jeremy and Owen to start with. Now open to Bethany, Chris and Drew
Where: Maple Street 1
When: Early morning

Judge not...

who: brett, eris and everett, open to others in the vicarage
Where: 2nd floor
when: morning

All kinds of trouble

Who: Everett, open to Svetlana and maybe Shane
Where: Cherry Street
When: Late afternoon

As much as he'd said otherwise on the journals, and despite Ev's gnawing worries over the ever-changing situation he and everyone else was stuck in? It felt good to be back in some kind of authoritative spot. People were taking cues from him, funneling reports and offering assistance when he asked for it. And while he wouldn't take any kind of official role? He was happy to direct the burgeoning survival efforts until someone else wanted to.

Many meetings

who: Jack and Open
where: The Bar
when: Evening

He hadn't opened the bar for a couple of days. It was strangely surreal, with most of the other businesses in the town closed down. Bethany's bright sign looked particularly lonely, and he wrinkled his nose as he unlocked the door.