Who: Frost and OPEN When: May 5, evening Where: Shifter Crimes, then someplace to eat What: Finishing a day of work, then dinner Warnings: None unless crazy happens Rating: PG
Frost closed the case folder, tucking it into its place in cabinet and locking it. Of course all the information was also on the slim laptop already closed on his desk, but he liked to have something to touch and give his eyes a break from the screen. Outside the sun was sinking into the horizon, the sky shades of twilight. He always felt more alive at night or dusk. Though he certainly did enjoy daytime thing as well. Being a Sandman didn't mean he only liked the night. He'd just always felt the best then. Already he was contemplating what sort of dreams to spin tonight. But first, according to the grumbling of his stomach, there needed to be dinner.
He was getting used to Landvik, mostly remembered the names of people in his unit and some others. He dealt with dreams which were often very image based, so faces tended to stick in his mind better than names did. No heightened sense of smell or anything like shifters and wolves had, so he wasn't always sure what people were. Sometimes he got a bit of an impression of dream from them and that could be a clue. Not that any species had a stereotypical kind of dream, despite what some might have thought. A quick glance around the room showed that some of his coworkers were still finishing. Some things were universal. Landvik certainly had its own character in comparison to the New Orleans and London Academies, respectively. But there were common threads too.
Norway itself reminded him of Finland in a way he couldn't really put into words. Not Vinter itself, since it had a lot of supernatural activity that his childhood home in Finland did not. Whether because of his family's influence or not, Frost couldn't say. Pushing those thoughts aside, he stood and pulled on his jacket. Now the question was where to eat.