Chasm

Samantha
The blonde gestured for the other woman to follow her as she headed back downstairs, regardless of where Mercy had been headed. "I've got time." Honestly she would always make time for the needs of the Hotel and it's inhabitants (she would have been a workaholic in another life). She headed for her office, looking for some old wooden boards that were stored there, to send up to the third floor where there was, apparently, a broken window. She needed to go and collect the soap from Jacob, assuming he'd finished, because goodness knows he wouldn't make the time to bring them to her. Once the basement pipe was fixed the soap would go quickly.

She looked up from where she'd been collecting the boards and saw Mercy. For a second she wondered what the engineer was doing there and then she remembered, "Right. You have a request?"

Emeril
The bookie stroked his chin and considered the offer and what it would be worth in comparison to the items that had already been bet. "Two jerky strips." He agreed after a moment, opening up the handmade journal and drawing a few pictures, a code that really only he understood. He couldn't write, but he'd found a way around that. Once her bet had been scribbled in he spit in his hand and held it out to Carla, looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to shake on their deal. "You can bring by the jerky at lunch."
 
JoJo

Hauling the water took longer than either Janitors would expect, taking more than a couple hours just to get the barrels up the stairs. After much sweating, cursing, and one or two spills of a barrel, they finally had all of the ones they took filled. Out of the ten barrels that they filled, they managed to haul and store three barrels to the first floor garden and three on the rooftop; They left a barrel downstairs in the boiler room for any use that it would be needed for, and the remaining barrels they would have in the main lobby against a wall.

Anyone that would cross their path of work would ask when the water will be back, which they would get the usual responses, "This is all that we salvaged from the flooding, The pipe needs a replacement and hopefully can be found in the next run. Any and all complaints would have to be directed to the higher ups."

By the end of it all JoJo was exhausted, and soaked to the bone. Any energy he had left was focused on eating, his first real meal of the day. He knew the importance of their work, but it didn't make his body feel any less like shit. All the calluses he had were reduced to pruney blisters; Everything hurt, and the water just made everything feel twenty times heavier on his clothes.
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Michael

The day had utterly sucked, to say the least. It was busy, grimy, and overtly mundane, but at least it was over with. Michael had thanked JoJo for his
help with the days work load, knowing it was probably the worst work days they had dealt with in awhile. He would head up to the rooftop garden to check on the plants, make sure none were wilting from lack of water; He would figure that most likely Gabriel was already up there and doing that, that man couldn't really do anything other than take care of those plants. Working along side Gabriel wasn't really all that bad, the guy could use a bath more often than not, but he was very knowledgeable with plants and Michael had learned a great deal from him. Slowly ascending up the flight of stairs he would make his way to the roof, his shoes squishing with each step.

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Xander


The rest of the day was slow for Xander, spending the majority after his shift packing for the up coming Run. Staying to his room for the better part of the day, which he would prefer; Away from people, away from distractions. It wasn't as if he hated interacting with anyone, it was more of he wouldn't know what to say. If it wasn't the Janitor's or Security he really didn't talk much to anyone in the settlement, mostly hanging to himself.

He would need to leave his room eventually, he still needed to snag more Cigs from Michael. Wherever that bum may be; He really hadn't seen him at all in the past two days. It seemed as if their opposite schedules had them on separate sides of the Hotel, making Xander have to search the Settlement. Leaving his room, Xander began heading to the first floor Garden, hoping to find Michael there.
 
Jacob decided that he was going to sleep today. To hell with that woman. To hell to the damned dangers. If he was going to die, he was gonna do it in his sleep.

He knew that if he had stayed in his room, though, she would prevent him some how, some way, from sleeping. Tiredly, he soldiered on quietly, finished repair jobs under his arm as he looked for a nice, quiet room to lay his head down.

He settled with a half empty broom closet and shut himself in. He piled a bunch of clothes together to make a make shift pillow and curled himself up on the floor. As soon as he was settled, his eyes drifted closed and soon soft snores announced his journey to dreamland had been a success.
 
Selene learned that she'd be going on the hunt that night, and was surprised. She wasn't expecting it, but she'd be going along with Xander, Andrea and Marcus. After having taken her well deserved nap and realised the news she'd hurry to get all of her stuff ready for the trip, hoping it'd be short enough and they'd all make it home safely. Although there was really no way to tell what'd happen. After getting everything ready she'd go out to see if she could find anything to do. With the nervousness and excitement it was highly improbable that she'd be taking another nap.
 
After his reunion with Jason, Abel was had to go back to his room to change into new clothes, long story short, he was late for work. Janitor stuff, so he made sure to stay quiet and work extra hard to make up for it instead. Someone commented on how quiet he was, and he made up something about not having slept very well. Although he did get a decent amount of sleep and a shower that night, and the next day he had to run several errands for some people, like the doctor, going to get some plants to the gardens. He'd head there next. And he kept in mind to show up to the bar later.
 
Dorian

Surprisingly, the old raider was scarce around the hotel for once. Still, it wasn't like it never happened. Sometimes, Dorian needed a day to think and sit alone in his room without Emilia, to really process his next steps before taking them to Samantha. There was a lot on his mind. The scavenging run. The new stranger with the gut wound. The news on the grapevine about some especially violent bandit gang moving into the area. The pipes still not being fixed (though they were closer than ever). Finally, the biggest thought was winter, and their lack of gas, food, and warm places to hide from the snow and cold. Plenty of windows in the hotel were broken. Even if they got the heaters up and running, and enough gas to run them twice a day, the building would just...leak...all the heat out.

And frankly, they didn't have the manpower to get everything fixed and sealed up before the first flakes started to fall. Honestly, being this far north meant that it was only a matter of weeks. A month or two at the most if they were lucky. There was also the incoming trade-wagon caravan coming in...Which meant they'd have to up security. If the wagon train showed up here while the Scavengers were out there might not be enough trained personal to keep the place secure.

He was chewing on his nails. A bad habit, one that his late wife often whapped him for, and one that his daughter made gross, adorable little faces at.

No, not many people would be seeing Dorian today...To much to think on...

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Marcus

He too was a relative no show, save for grabbing his meals from the mess hall and taking them back to his room. He always spent enough time in solitude however, that most probably would think it was strange. But apart from his normal ritual, Marcus was preparing for the days ahead. While everyone else's packs would be as empty as possible, to make room for the things they found while out and about, Marcus always filled the roll of the pack mule.

Medicine, ammo, food, a few canteens worth of clean(ish) water. A few hand-to-hand and close quarters weapons. As far as ammo was concerned, he'd be packing a little bit of each, and a little bit extra for his own weapons. His goggles were cleaned for the first time since the last run, his clothes had been soaking in rain barrels to wash as much smell from them as he could. He had freshly shaven his head, as well as any other hairs on his body. There were many things and more for him to get done...Still...

He'd give himself some time to visit Andrea...eventually.

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Jason and 'Mother'

The argument had been brief, but fierce. Jason had promised the new recruit to have first pick off of their share of the caravan's wares. Mother disapproved, to put it mildly. The older members of the brothel always got dibs first, and what right did her pissant son have eschewing traditions just to make his newest fuck-toy happy? They'd gone back and forth for a few minutes before it ended with Jason receiving the fiercest slap he'd ever gotten.

And his mother was very fond of her slaps.

The resulting blow had wounded both his pride, and his face, leaving a relatively palm-shaped welt where it had landed. He'd covered it as best he could with gauze pads and medical tape, trying to play it off as some clumsy derived injury or work accident. It was embarrassing! Not only did the young blonde have to walk around with some stupid medical shit on his wonderfully perfect visage, but he hadn't gotten what he wanted!

It was enough to make anyone wroth. He needed someone to take his mind off his anger. Someone he could bring down lower than he felt. Someone like Holly.
 
Carla leaned forward to examine the little markings made by Emeril and after a moment she nodded in agreement. "Two jerky strips," she repeated.

She didn't quite understand the necessity of spitting in one's hand in order to make a deal, but he was sitting there staring at her and she'd already agreed. Making a face she spat in her own hand and offered it to Emeril to shake. With that agreement made, she headed out to go explore the rooftops. It would give her a good view of what kind of animals were roaming around and where she might set up for her hunting for the afternoon.

Humming some nonsense to herself, maybe one of Sebastian's songs, she climbed the several flights of stairs up onto the roof. There was someone, there, in the garden but she didn't want to bother them if they were working so, instead, she went to the edge of the roof top eyes scanning the ruins of the city.
 
Mercy

The tall mechanic trotted after Sam as the other woman beckoned and led the way down the stairs. She trotted along dutifully, not saying a word. Not many people intimidated Mercy, but Sam did, and all Mercy wanted was to appear useful in the other woman's eyes.

Following Sam into her office and stood, hands behind her back and simply waited. Poor Sam, she seemed so distracted and was there any wonder? Mercy couldn't imagine having to keep a place like this running. Oh, the generator, which Mercy mostly monitored and worked on when needed, was one thing, but dealing with people's problems was totally another.

Blinking back to the present when Sam spoke up once more, Mercy nodded, "Yes, uh...so...I was wondering if there was anywhere here I could make a workshop for myself? I have collected so many pieces of scrap metal, wires, tools, and all sorts of other useful things, and I could really use a place to organize and store it all, not to mention a place to work." She would not bring up the fact that all this crap was causing tension between her and her roommate because that was really not Sam's problem.
 
Samantha

Sam gathered up the wood, testing it's durability. It would have to do until they had something better. "Hmm." It wouldn't be a bad idea to give the woman some space. They had a few spare rooms and as far as she could tell no one was planning on moving rooms anytime soon. No new pairings, no one suspecting a child (yet) and she knew that Mercy had a lot of equipment and no real work space.

Holly was also looking outside the Hotel for her bomb making space (thankfully) which freed up the room she'd been using. It was already set up as a work space...

While she went over these thoughts she'd already begun walking to the stairs again, heading back up. "Yeah, I think I can allow that. You'll need to get with Holly for the key to the room she uses. You'll have to wait until her operation is all moved out but then it should be free for your use." She posted the boards up against a wall, dusting off her hands. She needed to find Jacob, surely he'd have what she needed... but she hadn't seen the lump-on-a-log most of the day and she usually ran into him three to four times before lunch. "Bastard's probably sleepin' in his room." Grumped the blonde woman. As soon as she was done chatting with Mercy she was gonna go a'knockin' on Jacob's bedroom door.

Holly

The brunette had kept herself busy most of the morning with the children. She'd even skipped lunch, opting to stay behind in the so-called school to clean up after the children. The woman in charge was quite surprised at Holly's willingness to give up her lunch time to make sure the room was clean when the children were brought back, but she didn't argue with Holly.

Here she would be and here should remain until she end of the working day when she could sneak off with Emily and go find a new place to make some solid bombs without risking blowing up the Hotel. Just herself. Which, eh, there was already a risk of dying every day. At least this way it would be quick and at her own hands rather than being devoured by some monster.

Andrea

The janitor had the day off in order to prepare for the run. This meant that she spent a majority of the time in her room, puffing on an under-rolled cigarette on her balcony. There was a lot on her mind and she wanted to get all of her thoughts in order before leaving. It wouldn't pay to be distracted while out.

On the bright side, though, she could possibly carry a gun this time around even if her aim wasn't near perfect. At least she knew, now, how to operate a gun, hold it.

Yeah, she probably wasn't getting a gun this time around. That was fine. She was better at hiding, anyway. She put the cigarette out on the rusted railing of her balcony and headed back inside, securing the door tightly.
 
Whether or not it was a bad dream or just a disturbance in the force that woke Jacob up, he woke up with a start sitting bolt up straight and eyes wide. His breath was held, as if he anticipated something horrible to happen behind him, but released it in slow panted breathes. Still he couldn't shake the gut feeling. Sam must be looking for him.

He groaned and stood up slowly, brushing off his clothes. He'd no clue how long he had been there sleep. He couldn't care less, but it was time to move on and be productive. He lamented the pillow pile of clothes, looking longingly as if he wanted to lay down for just a few more minutes before gathering them up in his arms and very quietly and carefully peeking out the door. With no one in sight, he slid out silently. Current plans? Distribute the mended stuff back to the proper owners, avoid Sam for as long as possible, and find out how to pass time until dinner.

Sounded good enough for him.
 
William

He didn't have very many options between the wound in his stomach and the constant guard in his room. He would have liked to explore, would have liked to walk around, but at least he was being fed three meals a day. Dried venison, dried fruit which was pretty incredible. There was something called oatmeal, too. It was cold and mushy but it was surprisingly filling.

He tried making conversation with each person he was guarded with but each person was surprisingly uncooperative in that regard. The tall, lanky man was bored. He did manage to sit up which was about his only excitement for the day.
 
Alexis swallowed her last mouthful of breakfast, then stood. It was best to make her way to the rooftop gardens - she hadn't inventoried them yesterday, and the thought was playing on her mind considerably. Not to mention, they had a sick person to keep an eye on. If they ran out of resources and it was her fault, Alexis would never live it down - and the sick person might not live, end of.

Reaching the roof, Alexis looked around and breathed in some of the cool air. She didn't like inventorying the gardens - plants all looked the same to her, generally.

"Hello?" she called.
 
Jason

He was on a warpath. There were only so many places that brunette bimbo could hide! Holly had made a promise, she'd said the words, and then she'd let her side of the agreement fall through! Oh, he was going to destroy her! He was going to make her weep, and if she was lucky, he'd been done with her before the day was over. But his search would be in vain, and the day was spent just getting angrier...and angrier...and angrier...

By the time his work shifts were done and he had returned to the Bar, his mood had become so foul that even his Mother avoided him. But eventually he'd come out of his room, his actual room and not one of the ones the Brothel had made 'missing keys' to. To eat. To mingle. To act like a normal person instead of a budding sexual psychopath. He had to. There were plans to make, to finalize, and the first task was to find that little albino twink...

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Dorian

Picking up his daughter was always a highlight of his day. At first, he had considered having one of the nursery women bring Emilia to him, but he hated doing that, and only resorted to it when he was busy.

Still, even as he was spinning his little girl in his arms, his mind was elsewhere. At least parts of it. "Hey little angel! You ready for tonight? We got a bunch of people to see off. They're gonna go get us a bunch of things to help us all stay nice and warm!"

"I wanna nap!"

"Love, we got work to do, and Dadi could really use your help."

"Mmm, if I help, can I nap after? And then stay up late? And go see Auntie Sam? A-And-?"

He'd silence her with a kiss to her cheek, ruffling her hair, hugging her tight. "Little angel, you have so much of your mamma in your. Always wanting to do stuff. I wish I had your energy."

"...I wish I had Mamma..."

And it was gone. The light-hearted magic was gone. The old bandit would sigh, lifting the little girl onto his shoulders. "Me too, sweetie. Me too. Lets go get some food, yeah...?"

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Marcus

He'd found himself standing outside Andrea's door. Nervous, unsure, a knot in his stomach. These weren't feelings he was used to. After last night, and their not-quite confessions, and the near-but-not-actual intimacy, the one time La.M.o.E. had spent the day on edge. Snapping at people more than usual. Giving his trademark death glare to anyone who so much as stepped in front of him.

He'd agreed to bring her along...but he was already regretting it. Not because she wasn't qualified. But because...because...

With his mind racing, he'd knock on her door...
 
"Holly," Mercy nodded thoughtfully as she considered Holly and where she and her room were located. "Right. I'll do that. Thank you, Sam."

Turning on her heel to leave the other woman alone, she stepped back out into the hall, paused, and then peeked back into the room. "Can I...help you with anything?" Sam always seemed to have to be doing something for somebody, and Mercy wasn't up to anything useful today, so she was free and available.
 
Having just come up on the roof, Carla arrived to the sound of a greeting. "Oh! Hello." She greeted the rather nervous looking woman with her head in the gardens.

Then she realized that maybe the other girl hadn't actually been speaking to her and she made an embarrassed face, the back of her neck turning a slight shade of pink. Ah, well.

Still she sidled up beside the other girl to poke her head into the garden as well. "Anyone even in here?" It was so hard to tell with all the plants and such.

Upon closer inspection she recognized the other woman, not so much by name but by her face. When she'd first come into the community, Carla had felt nearly accosted by this stranger demanding to know her details and furiously scribbling them down. A little... high strung in Carla's opinion.
 
Holly

By dinner time the teenager would be emerging from her room and plop beside Emily with her foodstuffs. She'd caught sight of the new guy, the one who'd come in with the stab wound and was in the midst of telling Emily all about what she'd seen. "... and despite desperately needing a shower, he's not bad looking. Kind of old, I mean, but not ugly?"

Sam

The blonde had been ready to move off in search of that lazy mo-- but Mercy's voice stopped her. "I'm good," she'd answered immediately, reflexively... "But..."

It wouldn't hurt to have some help.

"I need to start boarding up some of the broken windows. Between the cold and the little monsters that manage to worm their way in we need to close up what we can. If you want to help with that..." She shrugged one shoulder. She wouldn't ask for help, but if she presented something that needed to be done and someone took it upon themselves to do it? Great.

As she passed by the broken window at the end of the hall the sounds of quarreling zards and frogs could be heard. Perfect.

She half hoped Carla wasn't out hunting, because she really wasn't looking forward to zard meat for food the next day.

Andrea

She'd just fallen back onto her bed, hands tucked behind her head when there was a knock on her door. Tentative.

There was a brief debate where she considered not opening it... but it was only half a second later when she was getting up to see who waited on the other side. She was glad she'd opted to open the door, a smirk settling into place when she realized it was Marcus. "Hey."

Unlike his room which was... organized chaos, hers was bare. At least on her side. The bed had one thin blanket tossed on it and there was a small pile of clothes on a broken chair. She was wearing a pair of jeans stitched up with pieces from an old sweatshirt and a tank top, but as she moved out of the way to let Marcus in, she turned and grabbed her oversized hoodie from where it was hung on a nail sticking out of the wall, pulling it over her head in one practiced motion.
 
Abel

As one would expect, once he was done running errands for several people who needed something to be taken to them. Or to deliver, both options, some little tasks too. Anything he'd be able to manage and no one else was doing at that moment. The albino would be in the mess hall for dinner just like everyone else. This time he was tired, and chose an still empty table to sit at, alone. Not really up for conversation, he was eating slowly.

Lukias

Due to his profession, he was to keep an eye on everyone in the medical area of the building. He'd gone down and eaten his dinner quickly, something he'd most likely remember later. With everyone busy eating there was no one who needed him, no emergencies for a bit. No people getting cuts, or these minusculus blood suckers...
Entering the part of the halls where William was, the man would walk up to the other, seeing that he'd sat up. He'd imagine the guy was bored and he was guarded as well, so not much talking. But technically he was just there to check on his wound.
"Hey, how are ya feeling?" The doctor asked.
 
Alexis turned to the voice. She remembered taking this girl's details - Carla. It had been quick. The girl looked embarrassed, though Alexis couldn't tell why: maybe it was just one of those things she didn't understand. She scrutinised Carla for a second, watching as she ducked her head through and called out into the labyrinth of plants. She wondered if the gardeners thought it was a labyrinth, too, or if knowing about plants gave them some sixth sense for this kind of thing. Alexis tapped the clipboard against her thigh and bit her lip.

"Hey," she said, and gave no time for pause. "Do you know anything about plants? As in - could you tell me what they are?" She thought a second. "I can't find a gardener."
 
The day passed like any other. Boring as all hell. Bouncing between working on the ballrooms and working on the burst pipe. When the bloody pipe got fixed, maybe things would get funner. Then they could move onto something different in the ballrooms, something bigger and more exciting.

She trudged her way to the lunch room, arms sore from carrying boxes of materials from place to place. She got her food as quick as she could - though she didn't really have the energy to be quick about it - and fell into her seat. She held her jaw in one hand and fed herself with the other. She glanced up at Holly, grinning at her retelling of the man. "Ev'ryone 'ere needs a shower," she pointed out. "And like, how old? I swear, if it's o'er double, that's just nasty."
 
William

He'd perk up at the sight of the medic. He was the only one who appeared to have a friendly face these days. "Feeling okay, I think. A little tired, but haven't moved much. I guess that's to be expected." He'd shrug one shoulder. "Can.. can I ask you some questions? I haven't really figured out much about where I'm at."

Holly

The brunette would laugh. "No, I mean. He needs a shower worse than all of us." They'd only been a few days without a shower, he looked like he'd been several weeks without bathing. "And I dunno. I guess about half? Older. Not ugly. 'S all I know." She'd shovel a big pile of food in her mouth and grin back at her friend. "How was janitorial duty today?"
 
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