gideon_s (gideon_s) wrote in alleyrpg, @ 2010-08-02 10:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2030: 08, character: gideon summerby, place: residence |
RPG: Hawthorne Place
Who: Gideon and OPEN to residents of Hawthorne Place
When: Sunday Evening [backdated]
Where: The hallway at Hawthorne Place
Summary: Where's a handyman when you need one?
Public/Private: Public
Rating: TBD
Exhausted, Gideon dragged up the stairs of Hawthorne Place, berating himself for not getting a flat on the first floor. Every day at work seemed to be a series of crises lately. It was like nothing was working right, and everyone was constantly on edge. Even Joquin, who was almost absurdly good-natured, was snappish.
He'd stopped by the market on the way home, in need of comfort cooking. Gideon's arms were full of bags, weighed heavily with produce, fresh spices, and beer. He set one down by the door while he pulled out his wand and spoke the password for his door.
It didn't open. Instead, there was a smell like melted metal. Alarmed, Gideon tried in again, and the melted metal smell got worse. Frustrated, Gideon rested his head against the door and rattled the knob with his hand. Just great. Was this a joke?
Setting down the rest of his bundles, he headed downstairs to Mrs. Montgomery's apartment, but no one answered the door.
Not sure what else to do, Gideon went back up, grabbed the grocery bags and walked up to a neighbor's door. Hard to know for sure who was home, but he gave it a knock.