Mick St. John (delicate_flower) wrote in brightlightlogs, @ 2010-06-08 01:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | mick st. john |
Who: Mick, open
What: Well, this is a rare new experience for Mick...
When: Monday, 7th June
Where: In a room in an apartment in Vegas. Apparently
Rating: PG for now, ultimately unknown
Status: Unfinished, open
I have a lot of skills. Time travel is not one of them. Weird, but Mick clearly remembered saying these very words - and not so long ago either. And yet...
Well, he'd gotten here somehow. So he couldn't time travel, but he could be time traveled. Huh. Okay.
First thing he'd done, naturally, was try to call Beth. Then Josef. Actually no. First thing he'd done was work out how this new cell phone worked. Well, that didn't do him too much good, although it did tell him that maybe it wasn't 2007 anymore, but it wasn't too far removed from it.
Okay. Again.
He poked around the room - rooms - he was in. Nothing he could identify as definitely his was to be found with the exception of his sunglasses. Even his freezer wasn't here.
So the next thing he'd done was find out just where he was, at least geographically, so that he could order one to be delivered. He'd enjoyed sleeping in a bed the for the first time in years thanks to Coraline and her cure, but since being re-Turned by Josef, he had his priorities restored to those that had prevailed before his dead wife had returned as a human and shown him how to become one himself.
Of course, the whole process of ordering the freezer gave him a little time to ponder his situation even more. He read everything he could find in the way of instructions and information on the laptop - actually THAT was the first thing he'd done, so he mentally moved everything else down one place on his list.
Now, all that remained really, was to have a look around the place and try to find himself a way out. He had to admit the tattoo was okay - he'd checked that as soon as he read about it - but he'd have preferred it if it hadn't been quite so much of a brand of ownership, albeit temporary.
And it would be temporary. After all, he'd been looking out for Beth for twenty years, and he wasn't about to give up now, especially given the shift in their relationship since they'd started working together.
He had better places to be than here.
Mick picked up his sunglasses, the Blackberry and, as an afterthought, the card - after all, it could be useful getting into places - and left the room, looking this way and that down the corridor he now found himself in before making for the stairs. The elevator - which, let's be honest, might not actually BE an elevator - could wait for later.