nathan hill (sweatband) wrote in playinghouse, @ 2012-03-02 12:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | 01-02, daphne, nate |
Who: Nate and OPEN (to ExB)
When: Day 2; early afternoon
Where: Linen closet
After meeting everyone the day before, Nate had decided that he hadn't made a mistake in agreeing to the experiment. They were nice enough, and he at least had his own room that locked from the inside, so he could shut anyone out he wanted. That was exactly what he'd done, too, aside from joining everyone for meals. It wasn't that Nate liked being alone more than talking to people, but he realized that he didn't have much to say about himself, and introductions past his name were uncomfortable. He could say his hometown was Ely, that he had previously been living in Reno, and he didn't even mind saying he hadn't left much behind for The Compound, but he didn't want to admit much else. Plus, he had a computer to figure out.
When he wanted to be, Nate could be determined. He'd sat himself down in his desk chair and clicked around, figuring out how to pull up video feeds and even switch between them. At first, he felt a tad uncomfortable watching people without them knowing it, but by the time he discovered a bathroom view, Nate was thoroughly enjoying himself. They could literally see everything the people downstairs did, and for whatever reason it amused him to no end.
Nate had slept very well the first night, and when he'd awoken in the morning, he felt grimy enough to drag himself into his clean, private bathroom for a shower. After that, he'd gone back to the computer to trade words with Audrey and Daphne, finding that he liked both of them more than he'd previously realized. It was a surprise to him that he could get along with two women who were both smart, pretty, and seemingly wealthy. And they weren't even American.
The pain in his stomach a couple hours later alerted him that he'd missed breakfast, and so Nate grabbed a hat and exited his bedroom, wandering into the common area. There didn't seem to be anyone in there, but it was still a bit early, so he went to the linen closet where he'd noticed the food came from. Sure enough, as he opened the dumbwaiter doors, he found food. It would have been nice of him to carry the lot into the commons, but instead he simply picked up a sandwich and began to eat it right in the laundry room. A second sandwich followed the first, and pretty soon he was grabbing a pot of something - tea, maybe? - ready to drink right from the spout. No one would ever know.