Who: Dan Torrance and Open What: The town is not empty Where: Empty coffee shop When: March 20, afternoon, heading into evening Warnings: TBD Status: Open, Incomplete
Dan had found a hire shop, and done a little bit of "shopping". He'd found a decent tool-kit, which was always going to be useful, a trolley that could be used for moving heavy stuff about, and a few portable generators. And a not-working drinks fridge full of bottled water and another one full of sodas. The tool-kit, one of the generators and as many bottles of still water as he could manage had all been loaded onto the trolley, and then dragged out onto the street. He knew better than to try and push the trolley - all manner of jobs had taught him that.
He'd picked a comfy-looking coffee shop and gone inside. If he wanted coffee-shop coffee, he was going to have to get to work and quickly. They were far from being alone in the town, although not everyone would have wanted to hear that. The kid that seemed too jittery definitely wouldn't. Much like in the Overlook, the ghosts that Dan was aware of started the party as the sun went down - Dan wanted to be back at the apartment with coffee as soon as possible.
He knew his way round the generator, and managed to rig it up so that it was able to run a coffee machine and a few other machines, but it wasn't anywhere near big enough to run the entire shop. He sorted out the machine, with ground coffee from the store and bottled water, and then left the pot to fill while he slumped in a nicely-broken-in sofa. Singing bits of Bad Company songs quietly to himself, he watched as the shop began to fill up with customers. They didn't seem to notice his handiwork on the counter, which was fair enough, really. They wanted moccachinos and peppermint fraps and all manner of weird shit, while Dan just wanted black coffee and a lot of it.
The less attention he drew to himself, the better, he'd decided. But then the coffee was ready. Would grabbing the coffee pot itself be bad?