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thecapitol2015-01-17 01:54 pm
lioninside) wrote in thecapitol2015-01-17 01:54 pm
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There is room to assume you are there for a cause.... [OPEN]
Who| Tom Jackman AND YOU!
What| There's a new guy in the tower - and he does seem awfully nervous, but for reasons he's not talking about....
Where| In the D10 Suite and the Commons.
When| Current, all day.
Warnings| None yet unless Hyde shows up, then I'll add whatever is necessary.
[D10 Suite]
Since being plunked down in the District 10 Suite, its newest inhabitant has been in a quiet panic. The whirlwind explanation, the promise of battle, the being away from his family BY FORCE - it's been all he could do to keep himself at bay until now, and it's really a miracle that he has.
The moment he's alone, he sets to work. Looking around the room, trying to locate cameras, safeguards, anything that could be of use - making notes of all of them. A pen and paper is promptly found and utilized, taking down everything he can find that might be used to keep someone in the room.
He doesn't look like much, kind of soft and terrified-looking - one really wonders why he's scored at nine.
But he knows he has something to hide.
[Commons]
It takes a while before Tom comes down from the Suite - nerves still not quite there, but not quite feeling like eating alone. He moves up to the bar and orders in meek tones; a glass of wine, just a glass of wine, nothing stronger, that's a bad idea.
He sits alone for the time being, sipping his drink in the gently milling crowd. He feels just a bit more secure with others around...or at least, he does for the moment. The first sign of trouble, he's going to need to dart back up to his Suite, lock himself in. What kind of a difference will that even make, though? What good will it do? It's just prolonging the invevitable, even if it makes him feel better.
He keeps one eye on the clock and the other on his glass.
Wondering which will wind up running out first.
What| There's a new guy in the tower - and he does seem awfully nervous, but for reasons he's not talking about....
Where| In the D10 Suite and the Commons.
When| Current, all day.
Warnings| None yet unless Hyde shows up, then I'll add whatever is necessary.
[D10 Suite]
Since being plunked down in the District 10 Suite, its newest inhabitant has been in a quiet panic. The whirlwind explanation, the promise of battle, the being away from his family BY FORCE - it's been all he could do to keep himself at bay until now, and it's really a miracle that he has.
The moment he's alone, he sets to work. Looking around the room, trying to locate cameras, safeguards, anything that could be of use - making notes of all of them. A pen and paper is promptly found and utilized, taking down everything he can find that might be used to keep someone in the room.
He doesn't look like much, kind of soft and terrified-looking - one really wonders why he's scored at nine.
But he knows he has something to hide.
[Commons]
It takes a while before Tom comes down from the Suite - nerves still not quite there, but not quite feeling like eating alone. He moves up to the bar and orders in meek tones; a glass of wine, just a glass of wine, nothing stronger, that's a bad idea.
He sits alone for the time being, sipping his drink in the gently milling crowd. He feels just a bit more secure with others around...or at least, he does for the moment. The first sign of trouble, he's going to need to dart back up to his Suite, lock himself in. What kind of a difference will that even make, though? What good will it do? It's just prolonging the invevitable, even if it makes him feel better.
He keeps one eye on the clock and the other on his glass.
Wondering which will wind up running out first.
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"...Notes. About the room. Are you...do you stay in this suite, then?"
Dear god, she seems...so young to be here.
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"What sort of notes?" She figures he must be from a similar world to hers, if the room was interesting enough to commit to paper. She bounds over to the wall, flicking the light switch on and off to demonstrate, sharing the secret of the magic light that had excited her so on arrival with him. "Have you written about this yet?"