InsaneJournal

Who: Vance and Open
What: Playing, planning, maybe hunting?
Where: The lobby, main area
When: Morning, 11/09
Warnings/Rating: TBD
Status Ongoing

Most of the last few weeks, Vance had tried to keep his head down. He had been trying to practice his telekinesis and see how good he could get with it, here in this strange place. He was pretty sure that the bosses were watching, and so he had been very careful to underplay what exactly he was doing. It was frustrating, and he wasn't sure what to do about it, really.

Today, he had emerged from self-imposed exile because he was tired and annoyed, and hungry. He needed something to do, and so he had come hunting. He had found a few stones outside the door, and after cleaning them, he had retreated back inside. Now, settled to a seat in the lobby, with water nearby, he was juggling the stones with his mind.

It was fun to come up with new patterns to loop them about in, and to send them arcing around, just feeling them with his hands, and pushing himself in a fun and kind of silly matter. And maybe later, he'd head out to see what he could find that was food-like in the jungle. Because Vance was really not interested in starving, thanks.