[Multiple post]
GLADYS, having gotten all her rage out in that little journal post, is in the back of the cafeteria, flour in her already gray hair and all the way up her arms to her rolled-up sleeves. She's had to throw out three batches of cookies for various problems, which is what happens when you bake while angry. The last batch turned out okay, though, which makes her feel a lot better... And hey, eating cookies can help turn that frustration from the shit that's been happening, so feel free to pop in and eat some.
COLE, meanwhile, is moping in the common room and not looking happy while doing it. It's the first time since the plague, really, that he's gotten out, and that's only because he ran out of ibuprofen. He's not about to go upstairs, though, not after all that madness, which he's still trying to sort all out in his head. Anyone that can make him feel the least bit better will be loved by the narration forever.
And DR. PARKER is still under sedation near the medical room, because no one knows what the hell to do with him. If anyone wants to come, you know, stare and maybe get an ingenious idea as to what to do, they're more than welcome to.
COLE, meanwhile, is moping in the common room and not looking happy while doing it. It's the first time since the plague, really, that he's gotten out, and that's only because he ran out of ibuprofen. He's not about to go upstairs, though, not after all that madness, which he's still trying to sort all out in his head. Anyone that can make him feel the least bit better will be loved by the narration forever.
And DR. PARKER is still under sedation near the medical room, because no one knows what the hell to do with him. If anyone wants to come, you know, stare and maybe get an ingenious idea as to what to do, they're more than welcome to.