WHO: Dan and Open WHAT: Ghost Thoughts WHERE: Boat dock WHEN: Today WARNINGS: ??? STATUS: TBD
Dan was sitting on the corner of the boat dock, his boots and socks back beside the random potted plant. His bare feet dangled over the corner of the jetty, and even with his long legs, they were still barely skimming the water's surface. It was cooler than he liked, but that didn't bother him too much just then. He had a collection of sticks and stones he'd collected on his walk down from the hotel, and every so often, he'd throw one into the water and watch the ripples spread out.
He dropped another couple of sticks into the water and watched the ripples bounce off each other and the support piles for the jetty, and then lay back to watch the clouds. It was relatively quiet out here. Sure, there was all the water noise, and animals and birds, but that was okay. Maybe he could move out of the hotel and stay down here? Stick a hammock up in the covered bit, maybe put up a few walls if the Jinn ever found tools and loaned them out to people... It might be workable. Maybe.
Truth was, if he was staying in the hotel for much longer, he was gonna need a break. Not from the people, no. Everyone he'd met or spoken to had been great, but the constant yammering of the ghosts was doing his head in. And it was just as well he slept as badly as he did - if he'd been used to getting a solid eight hours a night, and then he arrived here where all the ghosts had life stories and a burning desire to share them, he'd really be feeling the lack of sleep. As it was, he was used to it. He had no idea how Lydia had put up with the ghosts for as long as she had.
Another thing he was beginning to realize was that he was probably going to have to go talk to that psychiatrist guy, Doctor Lecter, or else he might start drinking. He didn't want to, God no, but the constant noise and the utter lack of routine was really starting to get to him. The lack of support. Again, not anyone's fault, just... he was a creature of habit. Drinking and smoking had been his habit for years, and then it became AA and coffee.
"Shit, Danno, gonna need to get your shit sorted out," he muttered to himself, and scratched at the stubble on his jaw. He should probably get up and head back soon, but not just yet. He liked the quiet.