the jinn (thejinn) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-01-24 10:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, eddie kaspbrak, jinn |
Who: Jinn and Eddie
Where: The hotel bar
When: Saturday 23rd, evening
What: A promised drink
Status: Complete
Warnings: TBA, but likely mentions of bug land
The bar was deserted. Jinn had not known it would be and would not have altered his plans either way, but he welcomed the illusion of privacy. Since the hotel had opened its doors and welcomed them back inside, residents seemed to want to keep to themselves. Jinn was no exception. He had too much to think about. Normally, he would've done this while tinkering in the cemetery. But on his first visit back, he had noticed that the weeds were overgrown once more. The futility of his chosen task had chased him back indoors. Having spent two days avoiding his predicament, he felt only worse off for it. So, time to do what needed to be done. He knew it would not be pleasant and would likely cost him one of the few bonds he had formed since arriving at the hotel, but that couldn't be helped. As Eddie had requested, he liberated a bottle of bourbon from behind the bar and picked up two lowball glasses. The table he chose was smack in the middle of the room, with all those around it empty or else occupied by ghosts who knew better than to show their faces. Jinn sat and leaned back in his chair. He wore no jacket, as it had been lost to fang and claw, and instead of shoes he had on only a pair of dinosaur-print socks, acquired a lifetime ago, before another hotel-borne calamity. His clothes were otherwise unremarkable: dark, scuffed jeans and a dark, faded t-shirt that left his arms bare. Even his glasses were nondescript, intact unlike the ones he had worn for days in the bug-infested outdoors. He had nothing to occupy him while he waited, but he was in no rush. Eddie would arrive when he arrived. |