[3rd floor: (Dated to the Event, apologies for the late.) She’d stumbled her way into the meditation room at some point. Flashes of light. Blood. She wasn’t sure how she ended up on the floor again, near the door way, holding a bloody body and crying, stuck, unable to move. SO much blood. SO much blood.]

D-Dan… Dan…. Dan…

[She rocked, her hands ( Read more... )

Day ten comes to an end. Why am I still awake?

And would it be too much to ask for a deck of cards?

[And if John her hacking coughing room mate is still up or not, have a mumble. If he’s truly asleep, she wont bother you, poor sick fellow.]

How are you doing, over there, Constantine?