Just Alfred (worth_a_penny) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-10-06 23:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dice, emma swan, {alfred pennyworth |
On Suggestion
Characters: Alfred, Emma
When: Sunday morning
Location: library
Warnings/Rating: None anticipated
Summary: Alfred reads and ... whatnot
Status: !dice/complete
He still hadn't found his niche. While he attempted to help out in the kitchens, he found it wasn't his particular forte. He wasn't particularly surprised -- he was accustomed to giving directives and organizing things. He wasn't exactly used to people telling him what to do. Or not listening when he suggested something. So he'd abandoned the idea of assisting with cooking. He'd kept up setting up the dining car for a few days, but even that seemed to be disrupting whatever was 'normal' for this train -- so he'd abandoned that, too. With no purpose, no tasks to attend to, he'd been at a loss. He'd engaged a few of the passengers who'd been here longest in conversation, and they all had the same sorts of things to say. Nothing was useful, and nothing was promising, but he was sure there was a way around all of it. There had to be. A way out, a way back that wasn't simply at the whim of whatever force was guiding the train. He'd meant to try to pin down Bruce to discuss it, but somehow -- despite all his free time -- it simply hadn't come to pass. Maybe if he didn't catch him in the next day or so, he'd try to message him on the network. Thinking of the network made Alfred glance to his tablet. He'd brought it with him to the library, and with a slight sigh, he picked it up. He had read through the more recent entries and he was baffled by the apparent sudden and random appearance of coats and boots in people's closets. Given some of the commentary he'd read, this wasn't completely unheard of, which made it more confounding rather than less. Deciding to try not to think about the train today, Alfred set aside the tablet and picked up his book with the intention of reading -- if he could focus on it long enough to actually shed the thoughts plaguing him. |