Roll: 4
Morning finds Alex well rested and normal sized. [3] The sun shining in his eyes hurts. Sun? Sun! Alex scrambles back away rom the window, wrapping himself in his blankets to protect from the horrible, burning orb. He cats about wildl. There is no escape - the ray of sun pierces the room, blanketing the door in golden light. Wait, the closet!
Roll: 6
Darek takes all the dishes into the kitchen and runs some water in the sink while he goes back and wipes down the tablle, chasing errant peas all over the room. HE then heads back to the kitchen and begins placing dishes in the soapy water. They squeal and giggle as he submerges them. “Ow! Too hot” complains a saucer. This reminds Darek of Fantasia for some reason, which is odd, since the characters he sees are cleaerly from Beauty and the Beast. Too late now, though - the water overflows th sink and the mops begin to dance. The front of Drek’s shirt and pants are wet, and his shoes are soaked. At least the dishes are clean.
Roll:4
“N-no, no, don’t do that! H-here!” Annie hastily grabs a pen from the cup on the counter and hastily writes down her information on the nearest piece of paper. “I-I gotta go. Nicetomeetyougoodbye!” Fumbling with the door, Annie manages to get outside and down the steps into the yard before the panic sets in again. She’s so exposed.
Roll: 4
Starn walks two blocks, to the nearest bus stop, and waits. Fouteen minutes, thirty two seconds later, he is on the bus, heading to Sixth. Starn checks himself over several times. Everything still seems to be there. Twenty One minutes, twelve seconds later, he reaches his bus stop. Two hundred and ninety three steps later, Starn is knocking on the door where he believes Sam lives. Two minutes six seconds later, the door opens. “Hey Starn, this is a surprise! Kinda late for a visit, though. What’s going on?”
Roll:2
Jack lunges for the man, trying to snatch the papers from hi, but is shoved roughly back. “Look what you did! You got us both kicked out! I’ll see you outside, punk!” He yells, and storms away. A door slams, and another. Jack gathers the very few scraps of paer he has left, under the watchful eye of the shelter manager and another worker who came at the sound of shouting. He is then ushered to the door, whch closes firmly behind him. He hears a deadbolt slide into place.
Roll:3
Stan starts shouting about how it isn’t real. This has the expected result, and there is a gradual sift in the fight in Stan’s direction. He get’s shoved, jostled, and generally banged about. Convinced that the fist coming his way is, in fact, not, Stan is rather alarmed when it does, in fact, make contact with his nose, sending him reeling.
Roll:2
Jeremy grabs the girl, and pulls her forward, trying to hold her down firmly. She kicks him, and he slaps her. “Hold still, damn it! I’m trying to help!” The girl holds still as Jeremy roughly bandages her. Very still. Too still.
Roll:2
Joseph turns to run, and trips over one of the metal chairs at the outdoor tables. Oops. He limps away, looking for a hotdog cart. The ankle doesn’t seem serious. He stands in line at the nearest cart, wincing slightly, and fishes in his pocket for money. He comes up with nothing. Uh. Shoulda foreseen this little snag. When’s the last time Joseph went to a bank? Or … worked? Being on the run from Satan kinda puts a crimp in one’s budget, a little.
Roll:4
After about an hour of hauling, all the fireworks are carefully stored and Edward heads to the shed. While inspecting the back wall, he hears his kids voices, then the car doors, then the engine. The shed seems secure.
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