Though it’s been less than two hours since you woke up from last night’s fitful rest, everyone in the group seems exhausted to the point of needing a nap. Everyone except Darker, that is, who immediately busies himself with trying to find a new way to get out of this predicament. He thinks for a while, filling both bathtubs and sinks with water as he does so, and eventually seems to conclude that cutting through the walls may be a better idea than trying the stairwell again. He spends some time thumping, looking for hollow spots, and marks a few likely areas. He even tries thumping on the floor, but discovers to his chagrin that it is made of solid concrete.
Crimison and deadDMwalking don’t even try for productivity. Within minutes of being back, they’re hiding themselves from the world, sleeping or at least pretending to.
Talanall tries for sleep, but whether his head is pounding too hard or he’s kept awake by Darker or some other reason, sleep eludes him. In a fit of inspiration, he relocates to his and drumandfight’s original room for a while. Within twenty minutes, a noxious, burning rubber smell begins wafting through the rooms, despite the open window. Luckily, most everyone has crashed and is unaffected by it, but it does serve to give Darker something of a headache and it makes Talanall’s head feel even worse. Putting up with it does seem to pay off in the end, though. After roughly an hour’s worth of work, he returns with three table legs studded with large shards of broken window glass. Laying down next to Jeff with his head pounding, he shuts out the light by putting a pillow over his face and tries to retreat into sleep for a while.
After a time, Darker also settles down into a comfortable spot, figuring he’ll keep watch over the others until someone wakes him up. He nods off sometime later.
Sounds of the hotel’s monstrous habitation occasionally find you, even in sleep. Your rest is fitful, in some cases even tearful. Your dreams are not particularly kind to you. Scenes of Fixxxer’s bloody death, of Didge’s monstrous transformation, of seeing BoardRider flying over the guard rail and things far, far worse haunt your sleep. In the night, Jeff regains consciousness, realizing that he needs a trip to the bathroom fiercely. The bathroom is very dark without lights, but he’s relatively certain there’s blood in his urine. But he’s alive. It doesn’t take much for him to surrender back to sleep for a while.
Sometime later, consciousness intrudes, forcing you back to the real world. Darker is up first, but everyone is shortly behind him. Judging by the light outside, it’s now early evening, somewhere between 8pm and 10pm.