leah

Cough, hack, wheeze.

Who: Scott, Will and Leah
When: about 7 ish
Where: 2 Oakdale drive

Scott woke up sweating, coughing up one of his lungs. Barely conscious, he got up and was halfway across the room before it occurred to him. Wait... wasn't I in the hospital? Snapping into reality with a sneeze, he looked around and looked down at himself. Yes, he was definitely back in his bedroom, wearing his pajamas. If it wasn't for the horrendous cold he had, he might have convinced himself that the whole thing had been a dream.

PM to Leah

You said you'd come over. To visit the woman who was sick.

You didn't.

She's better now. No thanks to you.

Brett

Joyeux Noel! Or something.

Feeling:
clueless

Who: Will and open to multiples ("...where's Scott?" ;D)
Where: The house
When: 8 am, promptly

Will woke to the blaring tune of "Jingle Bells", loud enough to flood the entire upper floor of the house. At first he rubbed his eyes and rolled over, wondering if someone with a sense of humor was putting their musical instruments to good use, before he realized that -- well, for one thing, it was October; for another, there were lyrics.

Will blinked awake and found himself looking at a neatly wrapped box sitting on his nightstand. He sat up. The rest of his room was reset, just as it always was; the family photos, his letters and stationary, books and clothes, all back in their place as they had for the last two mornings. But this box, wrapped in shiny paper and tied with a bow, about the size and shape of a shoebox. He was simultaneously terrified and transfixed. "Merry Christmas," he said to himself, pulling at the ribbon.

Footsteps in the hall distracted him, however, and, after a moment of deciding whether or not to just carry the box along with him, Will put it down; better see what was going on with the household than be selfish with gifts. He'd save it for a quiet moment later. He pulled on clothes quickly and headed out to see who else was awake.

The world's worst marching band

Who: Scott and anyone who cares to join in
Where: Same place as yesterday
When: Early, about 7-ish. Coffee time.

Scott had gotten up early to take a bath and shave what little hair he had left on his head. He'd kept it shaved for years, but lately the job seemed to be taking about a third of the time it had taken him when he was younger. He'd gotten dressed, wearing the same outfit he'd worn yesterday, although he didn't remember hanging it up. He figured he'd be the nice guy and make coffee for the others, get a nice smell going in the house.

PM to Leah

Leah

We have someone here who's possibly suffering from exposure - got caught out last night in the snow storm, appeared back at the house this morning. I have her wrapped up and warming and started her on antibiotics and antipyretics, but I'm not doctor. I don't know about your place, but we're mostly snowed in today, but if sometime in the next few days you can get over here, would really appreciate a proper medical opinion. In the meantime, any advice on anything more I should be doing? We're in the vicarage.

Brett

Meet the new house, same as the old house...

Who: Open to Leah, Saj, Scott, Trent, and Will.
When: Morning
Where: 2 Oakdale Drive

Wandering

Feeling:
chaotic

Who: Leah and Trent
Where: Out Wandering
When: Early Afternoon

Even with the warning she had heard about that there was a bear wandering around the town, Leah wanted to get out and about today a little. She locked up her door in hopes of preventing anyone from taking what food she had stored away, and, bundled up this time, went out for a walk. She didn't want a repeat of the other day when she rushed outside with no coat on or anything, so maybe daily walks were a good idea for now.

RePacking

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.

Journal Entry 1.0

I have hidden since discovering that our town has been abandoned. I am unsure of what to do at this point. I suppose I should eventually go outside, maybe figure out what to do next even, but instead I continue to sit inside of my home. Is it even really *my* home? Or does it belong to then?

it can creep up inside you and consume you.

Feeling:
blah

Who: Bethany and Leah.
When: Early this morning—about 5:30 or 6:00.
Where: The park.