[those unfamiliar figures who shamble out of the desert, who have all their limbs and a proper heartbeat, are ones Cecelia finds herself on the lookout for. there's apprehensive hope in each sharp-eyed sighting that one of those will be a familiar face...
so many are still missing since she woke.
that doesn't mean she can abandon the new lost souls.
she's not strong, but she's dependable. she'll approach with a handkerchief to wipe sweat-soaked brows and a bottle of water in her satchel to share.] [for those already in town, who have made it to the diner in particular, they may find her already seated in a booth with iced tea for herself and a couple spiral-bound novelty notepads stacked up - one of which she has open to a half-finished page.
make eye contact with her while she's mid-sip? no escape now. she'll keep her gaze fixed and, once she can, speak up:]
New, yes? Spare a moment? [she'll gesture across from her.]
o2 is for the regulars.
[first thing's first: calm down.
the panic of the abrupt shift from doomsday to Tuesday isn't easy to adjust to, and honestly? Cecelia's glad for that - that seems to be the kind of thing one would consider correct, as far as reactions go. to become numb to this process just two times in would be disturbing, she thinks.
still, she at least has a better checklist in mind as she comes down from trembling and short breaths.
after a quick shower, change of clothes, and a bit of time braiding back her hair - enough time to take stock of herself, the events that transpired, and what she needs to do moving forward - she searches around her room, doing cursory checks for things that are present or absent or downright new (the wardrobe never does suit her tastes, unfortunately), she grabs the satchel Darin crafted for her, grateful to find it already stocked with her regular supplies.
she opens her door at the far end of the fourth floor and looks about, ears focused on searching out the sounds of survivors.]
...Anyone?
[Bueller?] [much of her time is in the hotel this first week taking stock of people and items, so she's an easy find. she knows she should investigate the other buildings at some point, but doing so alone makes it feel more the troublesome chore than it truly is...
(she just hates the musical ambiance; it's so loud to her ears! how does anyone focus?)
that said, she's not so lost in her own lists and investigations as to miss someone in her peripheral; her attention is easy to grab.]
some other ota wildcards c:
o2 is for the regulars.