Who:Chris Argent Tom Price and Nico Jackson What: Nico's right this time When: Friday evening Where: Starbucks Warnings: TBA Status: Closed/On-going
Tom wasn't sure what was going on, but he knew he didn't like any of it. He had a phone in his pocket, it wasn't his, and nothing in it was anything he would do or say. He knew nobody from home was behind this, it was far beyond and far unlike anything from where he came from. Made him think fleetingly of Laura and her is she/isn't she crazy, but he pushed that aside in favor of heading to Starbucks. To observe, to see who else passed through, to see if he came across anyone he needed to be worried about.
Because if everything he'd seen in his -- not his -- phone was correct? One Nico Jackson was in town, and was the last person Tom wanted to see.
Not that he couldn't handle it, he just didn't particularly want to see the man. Reasonable enough feelings, in his opinion.
He sat at a table, reading news articles on his phone while nursing his coffee. It was almost easy to forget what was going on, really. Sitting there like this, it felt almost normal, like he wasn't stuck in some random place where he didn't belong.