Fandom Island and Town

The normally quiet beach was still quiet that morning when Billy opened up shop. The whole town seemed to have fallen asleep with most everyone off on the school trip. But Billy was still there and so were the Porg, so the shop was open like usual. Anyone who was left behind and feeling like they needed a little personal getaway of their own was welcome to come by and use the Holosuit to get a personal beach vacation. Otherwise, the shop was open and ready if anyone did decide to stop by.

Billy had made a showing at the event today. But with no visitors of his own, he didn't stay there too terribly long.

Later in the day he made his way over to the shop, much to the delight of the few Porgs that hurried inside once he had opened the door.

If anyone wanted to go surfing or check out the holosuit, Billy was there. The Porgs too. And they were ready to assist with any needs you might have!

Billy had actually managed a decent night's sleep so it was later than usual when he made it to the shop. He made his way past the small crowd of Porgs that had taken up residence near the shop.

"I am sorry for being late, really I am. I had to make a stop for coffee before coming here..." he explained as one of the Porg kept following him around the shop as he set up, squawking at him like he was getting a lecture or something.

"Yes yes, I will do my best to not let it happen again," Billy said rolling his eyes. "Would it make it up to you all if I got you some of those sardines from the back?"

Needless to say, there was a lot of enthusiastic chirping at that. And so, if anyone needed Billy right away, he was likely outside the shop feeding the Porg.


(Shop and Post are Open!)

Yesterday had been... not fun, to say the least. The bon fire he had handwavedly been too last night had been cathartic to an extent but it still left Billy feeling very tired and a little hung over. (Just ignore the empty cans and overflowing ashtray on the balcony of the apartment please Jon, he'd clean it up when he was a little more with it.)

Billy got to the shop later than usual thanks to everything but for once, the Porgs didn't seem too overly offended with having to wait. They had probably seen the bon fire last night and were likely giving most people a wide berth today.

Once the shop was opened, Billy started loading the new programs for the holosuit. There were some actual new surfing simulations and a couple new meditation and relaxation ones among others.

As he worked, Billy pulled out his phone and left a message for Jon to check in and see how he had faired yesterday.

Shop is open!

It had been another sleepless night for Billy and so he had been at the shop for some time already by the time the sky grew light and the new day officially began. Billy watched the sun rise from one of his favorite spots on the beach near the shop, seated on one of the rocks where he could watch the sky change colors and listen to the waves crashing on the shore.

It was quite peaceful and relaxing. That was until the Porg that had decided to sit nearby and keep him company started squawking loudly and very annoyed when he pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lit one up. After a couple minutes of the noisy protesting Billy sighed and snuffed it out.

"There? Better?" he said with a glare to the bird that fell silent and seemed quite proud of itself. "Since when do Porgs care about my health?" Billy asked with a slight laugh and a shake of his head as he stood and made his way back to the shop, the Porg dutifully following along behind.

(Shop and Beach are Open!)

It was already getting a bit too warm out by mid-day to do much other than swim. And the morning meditation routine only went so far. And with the town gym being literally next door, Billy decided it was time to get back to it after having handwavely tried it out a few timed during the winter.

So, that was where Billy was once the classes were over for the day, standing by the weight equipment, doing some warmup stretches before getting to it.

(Gym and post are sooooo open!)

Billy was at the shop again. No surprise there. Especially since he was trying to get ready for a visit sometime later that day from Jon who had mentioned he might come by. While there wasn't much to do as far as getting the shop in order, Billy had an idea where the visit might lead and wanted to make sure he was as ready as he could be in case things went towards 'statement' more than just 'friendly visit' at some point.

So he had gotten to the shop earlier than usual, shooed away the Porg, and started up his usual meditation holo simulation. Once that was finished he took his spot at the counter and started writing a few things down as he waited to see if Jon would show up.


(Shop is open. Expecting one but the shop can be open before Jon shows up in the timeline)

 
After a visit to T&C the other day for some supplies, Billy had things set up and ready to go for that day's class if anyone showed up. The rain that morning had cooled things down a little but it was still good weather for a swim. And the waves would be especially good following the small storms too. There were a couple surfboards on the beach along with a cooler and few other odds and ends.

With everything set and ready, Billy decided to warm up with a quick swim and a couple practice runs with his own board. He was there, on the beach or in the water, if anyone needed him.


Beach and post are open!

It had been a long restless night for Billy. The nightmares had been particularly bad, though after a few decent nights he should have expected his luck to run out sooner or later. So, Billy had spent the majority of the night at the shop, running through a few of the new beach meditation simulations he had gotten set up. It wasn't a fully restful or pleasant evening but it was better than laying in bed in an empty apartment wrangling nightmares and memories.

But as the sun began to peak over the water, Billy started locking up the shop and made his way back to the apartments. Only, somewhere along the way, something happened. Billy didn't know what it was. Or why it happened. But Billy suddenly felt different, somehow as he found himself standing outside the apartment complex.

Billy wasn't sure where he was. All he knew was he wasn't where he wanted to be. He was cold, it was damp outside, and he wanted to be inside. Thankfully someone had not noticed the front door slightly ajar and he managed to find his way inside, wandering the halls and stairways until making it to the second floor. Though now, he was simply stuck sitting in the hallway. Still not where he wanted to be. This would not do at all.

So, if anyone happened to be passing through the hallway, they would have seen a rather large cat sitting outside flat #3, mewing quite pittfully at a door that just was not opening. How rude!


(expecting one but anyone is free to interact with cat!Billy )

Was it fairly early to be out and about today? Yes, it was. But that was the thing about having a really messed up sleep schedule. Time didn't mean the same as it did for 'normal' people usually. And so, with his morning already well underway by that point, Billy was settling in at The Perk. His monster mocha monstrosity was sitting on the table beside him, paper and pen beside him, as he scrolled through his phone and enjoyed some people watching through the window now and then.

(Perk is open for all your coffee needs)

The shop was finally starting to look a little less empty and more like a shop. There were things inside at least. Mostly boxes he was still trying to unload. And he was still trying to figure out how the hell to set up and organize things. But look, he was doing his best here ok?

He had a couple of surfboards already leading against the wall since he had no idea where to put those to display at the moment and he had just finished putting a few new shelves together and was beginning to unpack some boxes.

It was a work in progress ok? He might even have it all ready for when the weather finally turned warm and stayed warm!


(Shop -such as it is- is open!)

It was early. Far…too…early, and yet Billy was awake. And very much not ready to go back to bed anytime soon to try and get back to sleep thanks to yet another round of nightmares. He should have expected as much. Last night had been fairly restful, so of course the other shoe would drop now and he would be plagued with nightmares.

And so, with the apartment complex quiet and mostly dark still, Billy made his way outside into the cool night air. In his hand was a couple of bottles of beer from the fridge and as soon as he was outside, a cigarette was getting lit as a trail of smoke started snaking up through the early morning air.

Back before he had come to the island, early mornings had been a common part of his usual routine. Though the reasons for the early mornings were not the same, there was a certain level of familiarity with the current situation. A quiet morning, drinks and smokes, cool breeze, and more than enough thoughts to keep his mind occupied for some time.

“Just like the good ole days…” Billy said with a sigh as he sat down in the grass outside the apartments. “Really wish you were here Becca…. You would probably know exactly how to handle all of this nonsense…”


(If anyone wants to notice Billy outside dealing with his sleep deprived night feel free!)

It had been a rough couple of days for Billy, to say the least. While most of the island seemed to be gone, he was still stuck there, spending most of his time in the apartment or at the shop. After nearly a week of good dreamless sleep thanks to his visit to the clinic, Billy was starting to feel somewhat normal again and was starting to fall into something of a better routine. However, that lucky break was not to last as the little bottle of pills was soon empty and the words of Dr. Halstead echoed in his ears again: “It's not a long-term solution. Dreams are an important part of how our mind processes things. Even the shitty ones."

And Billy knew this. He knew he couldn’t switch off the dreams forever. But hopefully, the time he had gotten to reset and recharge would make them easier to deal with. At least a little bit. Right? Sadly, he was not to be so lucky. And it was probably a good thing that it looked like most of the island, and thankfully most of the apartment complex, seemed to be away on that trip. No one around meant no one to wake up to the panicked cries of his tortured and broken sleep.

The night had been rough… really rough. The nightmares were back and back with a vengeance as if they were aware they had missed time to make up for. The nightmares had kicked in as soon as he had faded to sleep and had started to dream, quickly turning into horrific replays and twisted versions of what had happened to him that night in the mansion on the outskirts of Racoon City.

( cut for zombie nightmare triggering stuff ahead )


Realizing that sleep was not going to be possible, being two for two that night already, Billy knew he had to do something. He couldn’t just sit in his near literally empty apartment in the dark and wait for the sun to come up so he could try and pretend like none of this had happened. And so, in the middle of the night, with thankfully enough light from the moon in the clear sky, he made his way over to his shop. If he was going to be trapped here, unable to escape this place or the nightmares and memories, then he was going to make the best of it the only way he knew how.

Firing up the holosuite, which he was still really tinkering with and learning to use, he set up the one simulation he had managed to get going thus far. And so that was where Billy spent the rest of the night and the early morning- sitting on a beach, in the sun, waves lapping at his feet, the beer and cigarettes he had brought in with him sitting on the rocks beside him. If anyone wanted or needed him, that was where he would be for the majority of the day. And possibly for the foreseeable future if that was what it took.

Billy was at the shop early that morning…. In fact, he had been there most of that previous night as well. He had figured there was little point in sitting in a still nearly-empty apartment, unable (unwilling) to sleep. So he had headed out at some point early in the evening. The walk to his shop had given him a nice view of the sunset and he had taken a few moments to enjoy the scene. Until the sound of the waves on the shore had started to lull him to sleep. And nope! That wouldn’t do at all!

And so for most of the night, he had been working… trying to do… SOMETHING… with this shop of his. It was at least something that could keep him busy and distracted. And right now, more importantly, awake!

Yes, he knew this wasn’t the best plan. And yes, he was aware this would likely backfire horribly at some point in the rapidly approaching future. But for now, it was keeping him awake. And if he was awake, he couldn’t dream. And if he couldn’t dream, then they couldn’t turn into nightmares. And that was all he was focused on right now.

So if anyone happened to be walking around that side of the island and passed by the shop they would see a very disheveled and bleary-eyed Billy puttering around in the shop, another thermos of coffee sitting mostly empty on the counter.

[post def wide open!]