Who: Dan and Open Isobel Where: Front steps of the hotel When: Afternoon, October 8 What: Sitting, thinking. Wanting Status: Open, ongoing? Warnings: TBD
He supposed he was starting to get predictable. Or, as predictable as someone could be in a hotel that was full of ghosts that liked to be as noisy as possible, and which enjoyed touring through what seemed like Johnny Depp's filmography. Richie had been right! But he had to hope that Nightmare on Elm Street wasn't next.
But yeah, Dan was feeling unsettled, so he was sat on his usual spot on the front steps of the hotel. He had a book from the library and he had a mug that was half-full of coffee and a french press that held at least two refills. Normally, that would have been more than enough to distract him, but he had a slight headache from the combination of yammering ghosts and inhaling too much sugar, so he couldn't quite get lost in the book.
And then there was the constant thrum of Want he could sense from... well, everyone, it seemed like. Everyone had a favorite candy, almost everyone had played the game, so why wouldn't people want to go and check it all out? But it was really starting to get to him. He fought against his Want almost all the time, especially since arriving here in the hotel, and while he didn't want to pick up on everyone else's thoughts, he couldn't always help it. And who the hell was he to tell people not to go out and enjoy all the candy? Just because he didn't want to go near it himself.
He stuck a marker in his book and set it down beside him, and then leaned against the railings. They'd leave here soon enough. It'd be fine again. It would. And his normal Want for a pitcher of beer and a couple shots of Jack Daniels would be back at a level he could cope with.