Who: Jesse and Scotty Where: the theater When: early evening
It wasn't that Jesse wasn't freaked out by where he was and wondering what exactly the cornbread hell was going on, but he didn't have it in him to run around acting like the sky was falling for long at a time. Here they were, against their will, but he was aware there could be much worse places to be trapped. His room was awesome, he had food and water-- hell, even booze if he'd wanted it-- and he even had insulin pens and test strips. For tonight he'd decided he was going to take a break and pretend like he was on vacation somewhere; he'd discovered that there was a home theater on the third floor, and given it was snowing outside and why would he go out this late anyway... why not?
He'd made himself a mug of hot cider downstairs and was settled into a cushy seat in his jeans, long sleeved t-shirt and socks, a soft throw from his bedroom wrapped around himself, idly watching the previews at the front of the DVD he'd found of Guardians of the Galaxy. He'd seen it before, but he somehow didn't want to put in something he'd never watched in case he ended up with company. He supposed he'd need to see about washing his clothes soon, though at least he hadn't done anything strenuous to get them dirty.
Jesse was going to worry about the motives of whomever'd put them here at another time. He felt like he had the right to do that. This was his third day here and nobody had killed him yet, so at least there was that.