Who: Jim Moriarty & Michael Langdon What: Their first meeting When: Saturday night Where: PTA Lightrail Station (Ravenmoore) Rating: Low Status: On-going
The holiday season was slowly being torn from the walls of buildings and lamp posts all throughout Preya, and Jim could not have been happier about it. Besides sharing a cup of hot cider with a handsome gentleman, he found no comfort or pleasure in the holiday season. It had been too quiet. It had been too cheery. Walking through the light rail station, he was pleased to see the workers removing the holiday wreaths from the podiums and the directories. Perhaps now things would get back to normal. Perhaps now he could get back to work.
Having spent the day out and about, Jim was on his way home for the evening. It had been a day of leisure in Ravenmoore, a rare day off, and he had few of those in the past. He had too many of those since the last year. He really needed to change that, and he almost seemed irritated as he stood on the platform. Had his life really become so boring? He needed something to bring the thrill back. Perhaps a bit of trouble.
A bell sounded from the overhead speakers and his line was announced as delayed. Twenty minute delay due to a maintenance issue. Jim let out a heay sigh, rolling his eyes, and leaned against a nearby column. "In all of the sights and wonders of this place, and their public transportation is dreadful in its dependability," he grumbled with a huff to no one in particular.