Storm is brewing in the air tonight; [ACTIVE/CLOSED]
Characters: Rebecca Chambers, Billy Coen, Claire Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy, Chris Redfield, Aya Brea, Tifa Lockheart (Aerith and Cloud too? If they're around?)
Content: RESIDENT EVIL SLEEPOVER~ Tifa and Aya can come too!
Location: Pete's Tavern Seventh Heaven
Time of day: NIGHT. sometime after this log ends
Warnings: drinking, swearing, zombies, idk.
Notes: WE'RE DOING BIG THREAD FORMAT. so no posting order.
Rebecca had done her best to catch up on whatever resting she could in-between taking more blood samples and trying not to freeze to death, but once evening had fallen she couldn't take being up in the cold apartment anymore, and made her way down to the warmer bar, still wrapped in a blanket but feeling as warm as she could, with the fever completely throwing off her ideas of hot and cold.
Curling up in one of the booths that was away from the windows but still within view of the doors she set Billy's radio (which she'd managed to find after a bit of hunting) on the table next to her, settling down with a book.
She kept glancing up, worried that the boys were still out. She hadn't expected them to get back before nightfall, and Billy and Chris were both very capable people, but she still worried. She didn't know if the crabs would stay out if the snow was kicking up, but she hoped that they would, for the sake of all her friends who were stupidly traveling at nighttime.
Content: RESIDENT EVIL SLEEPOVER~ Tifa and Aya can come too!
Location: Pete's Tavern Seventh Heaven
Time of day: NIGHT. sometime after this log ends
Warnings: drinking, swearing, zombies, idk.
Notes: WE'RE DOING BIG THREAD FORMAT. so no posting order.
Rebecca had done her best to catch up on whatever resting she could in-between taking more blood samples and trying not to freeze to death, but once evening had fallen she couldn't take being up in the cold apartment anymore, and made her way down to the warmer bar, still wrapped in a blanket but feeling as warm as she could, with the fever completely throwing off her ideas of hot and cold.
Curling up in one of the booths that was away from the windows but still within view of the doors she set Billy's radio (which she'd managed to find after a bit of hunting) on the table next to her, settling down with a book.
She kept glancing up, worried that the boys were still out. She hadn't expected them to get back before nightfall, and Billy and Chris were both very capable people, but she still worried. She didn't know if the crabs would stay out if the snow was kicking up, but she hoped that they would, for the sake of all her friends who were stupidly traveling at nighttime.