Around town. Early 19th. [ Roman is being stupid, and he knows it. Given the chance, however, between being needlessly safe and distressingly reckless, he'd rather go with the second because reckless doesn't mean the same thing for him as it does for basically everyone else in the whole town. All it means for him is potential downtime before he'll come back and carry on.
That's a lot of what he does while he makes it across town. Finds someone, or is found by the monsters, fights back, gets varying levels of injured, recovers because immortality has nice perks sometimes, gets back into the fight. Over and over again until his brain finally finishes forming that plan he was considering.
That said, he could do better during an invasion of degenerate monsters than just a steak knife he grabbed during the pool party. He could definitely do better than swim trunks and a loose tank top that's already got some rips and shreds to it from working his way through the monster crowd. Doesn't matter overall. He's going to push his way through and listen or look for anyone in need of help while on his way across town. About halfway there, more sense kicks in and he hotwires a car parked along the sidewalk before flooring it to the hospital. ]
Hospital. 19th-22nd. [ Once he's there, Roman takes charge. Not that there aren't problems here, too, but instinct and faint memories and just vast amounts of nebulous experience spur him to work with what feels natural. He works with anyone who's already there, starts forming plans, reaches out as soon as he can, and gets the place in order. Thankfully he also ends up with jeans and a scrub shirt. Look, it's important, okay???
He doesn't know everything, but a united front is better than keeping the town scattered in small, easily-decimated numbers. For the rest of the invasion, he's more or less found in varying states of awake and exhausted while trying to keep the perimeter safe, people with all their unique skills organized, and maintaining as much calm and rationality in the building as he can. Bother him at your leisure, really. ]
Cain (Roman Fletcher) | In Town, Hospital | OTA
[ Roman is being stupid, and he knows it. Given the chance, however, between being needlessly safe and distressingly reckless, he'd rather go with the second because reckless doesn't mean the same thing for him as it does for basically everyone else in the whole town. All it means for him is potential downtime before he'll come back and carry on.
That's a lot of what he does while he makes it across town. Finds someone, or is found by the monsters, fights back, gets varying levels of injured, recovers because immortality has nice perks sometimes, gets back into the fight. Over and over again until his brain finally finishes forming that plan he was considering.
That said, he could do better during an invasion of degenerate monsters than just a steak knife he grabbed during the pool party. He could definitely do better than swim trunks and a loose tank top that's already got some rips and shreds to it from working his way through the monster crowd. Doesn't matter overall. He's going to push his way through and listen or look for anyone in need of help while on his way across town. About halfway there, more sense kicks in and he hotwires a car parked along the sidewalk before flooring it to the hospital. ]
Hospital. 19th-22nd.
[ Once he's there, Roman takes charge. Not that there aren't problems here, too, but instinct and faint memories and just vast amounts of nebulous experience spur him to work with what feels natural. He works with anyone who's already there, starts forming plans, reaches out as soon as he can, and gets the place in order. Thankfully he also ends up with jeans and a scrub shirt. Look, it's important, okay???
He doesn't know everything, but a united front is better than keeping the town scattered in small, easily-decimated numbers. For the rest of the invasion, he's more or less found in varying states of awake and exhausted while trying to keep the perimeter safe, people with all their unique skills organized, and maintaining as much calm and rationality in the building as he can. Bother him at your leisure, really. ]