Avery Weston (touchophobic) wrote in playinghouse, @ 2012-05-16 23:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | 01-07, avery, jess |
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Who: Avery and Jess
Where: the billiards room
When: late morning
Avery was in the unusual position of seeking out company, and he was having to admit that there was nobody here he knew well at all. It was his own fault, but it was disconcerting nonetheless. He could count the number of people he'd had actual conversations with here on one hand, and one of those people, Bobby the slob, was gone now. Not that Avery missed him too much, honestly. He was used to being reclusive, and if he was correct about what was happening to him, he was going to have to force himself to change, at least for a while.
He left his room dressed in jeans, a sweater and the thin black gloves he'd been wearing around. As much as he wanted to add on another layer of clothing to try to mitigate the extreme chill he felt, he had the feeling that as soon as he ran into somebody, he wouldn't need it. It was one of the most peculiar things he could imagine, and he had no clue how it could be happening, but there it was.
When Avery reached the second floor, he paused in the library door, but as far as he could tell, nobody was there. So he continued downstairs. For a house this large and with this many housemates, it could certainly seem deserted sometimes, he thought. Vainly trying not to shiver, he wandered into the billiard room and was struck by the sight of the bar. It was fairly early in the morning to start drinking, but he had to wonder if a shot of something might not make him feel a little warmer. It was worth a try, and he walked over behind the bar to begin examining glasses to find one clean enough to drink from. If nobody came in here once he'd done that, he'd go elsewhere, he decided.