Who: Jester and Will What: Getting food When: Friday Afternoon Where: Cafeteria Rating/Warning: TBD (likely low) Status: Incomplete and Closed
With a yawn the young man causally strolled down the hallway; adorned in his warmest hoodie, pj pants, and sporting a pair of fuzzy bunny slippers that his grandma had got him for Christmas. Oh the fact that it was already the afternoon didn't matter to him in the least, mostly because Jackson hadn't actually slept at all in the last day or so. Even the staff had grown used to his 'causal' attire too, though a few guards had chuckled at the new slippers. No, all that mattered was that he needed coffee. Coffee and some warm food in his belly before heading back to continue the never ending pile to things he needed to get done. Honestly the last month or so had been quite stressful; Evie's capture just gnawed at him fiercely since she was one of his closest friends, but now that she was back some measure of the worry finally died down. Coffee and an abundant supply of energy drinks kept the young man going, and even now; as he headed to get some eats, those cybernetic eyes of his tossed up a display before his vision so Jester could keep an eye on the progress of the latest software patch he had installed into the mainframe. Well that...and a display of a pirated episode of Doctor Who he was streaming as well. Oh course to the rest of the world it always appeared that Jackson was simply lost in thought, since the display he saw was visible only to him...or perhaps they simply just thought he was sleep walking, but he really was quite skilled at splitting his focus on multiple tasks.
By the time he reached the cafeteria his patch was finished, and so he smiled softly to himself as he mentally checked off one more thing from his to do list. The scent of food drew his attention, and had his stomach rumbling as well, and without missing a beat Warner quickly grabbed a tray and fell in line at the counter. A soft chuckle escaped the young man's lips as he continued to watch his show, yet when the line moved and he failed to notice a gentle nudge was felt behind him. With a barely restrained yawn Jester pulled his attention back to the present; and after stepping forward in line to not hold up the others, he turned around to thank and apologize to the person behind him. "Sorry, didn't mean to space out there...thanks." Social exchanges always made the naturally shy young man nervous, but his grandmother had raised him to be polite too. So in the end politeness far outweighed the instinct to just keep quiet. Especially since he knew he should have been paying attention to what he was doing.