Who: Lucas Pegg and Open What: Avoiding most of reality When: Monday evening Where: The billiards room Warnings: TBA Status: Open/On-going
Lucas had rapidly decided that he didn't like the hotel. His room was fine, yeah, but his roommate was the wrong side of strange and he wasn't at all sure what to think about the two guys who seemed to think he might be God. Translated as, he wasn't thinking about it because if he did? He'd worry himself right into an existential crisis and if there was one thing that Lucas didn't need at the moment? It was an existential crisis.
Exploring had only done so much to distract him, though it had at least resulted in him finding out that Dr. Fenway was also there -- something that ordinarily he might not be terribly excited about, but now? Now he was pretty much thrilled. Fenway wasn't the team member he was closest to, but he was someone from home and that was what Lucas needed.
He'd settled in the billiards room, an odd sort of calm settling over him as he ran through a rack. Lucas didn't play often, but when he did? He was actually pretty good. His hobbies had always leaned more towards the intellectual, but pool was one of the areas where he could very easily surprise people. And for some reason, they were always more surprised by that than by the fact that he was one of the all-time high Jeopardy winners. (Then again, this was him. The Jeopardy thing wasn't a surprise at all.)
He'd gotten lost enough in what he was doing that he didn't notice anyone come into the area.