the jinn (thejinn) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-01-28 07:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, jinn |
Who: Jinn and J'mon
Where: The graveyard (of course)
When: Thursday 28, morning
What: A conversation
Status: Complete
Warnings: TBA
The board had appeared at the foot of his bed that morning. Jinn, who didn't need sleep any more than he needed food, hadn't felt the stirrings of a presence in his room or the manifestation of the object. Not until he'd stepped on it in dinosaur-patterned socks. He had debated what to do with it. Shatranj was an old game, one that invited strategy and silent contemplation. He was in the mood for neither. Worse, items received and traded and acquired in the months since his arrival at the hotel were beginning to pile in dresser drawers and on various surfaces. If he kept the board, it would likely end up unused, forgotten among the clutter. Later, digging in the dirt and ripping out clumps of vegetation, he wondered if he had done the right thing to bring the shatranj board to the bar. He had asked the other residents not to move it, but that did not mean they would heed him. There were no laws here. If Jinn had cared enough to stop them, he would've kept the board to himself. He ripped out another handful of weeds and added them to the pile. Frost cracked as the leaves and stems bent in his fist. The cool morning air touched his skin, condensed, and turned to a faint steam that dissipated in the low-hanging mist. The graveyard was often shrouded in fog, lending it a vaguely eerie atmosphere. Today was no exception. It made the soft sound of what might have been approaching footsteps seem all the more ominous. |