Dan Torrance (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dr_sleep) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} spinningcompass,@ 2018-07-08 18:48:00 |
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Where: A corridor on Wheel 3
What: The welcome wagon rolls out for Dan
When: July 8th, Morning
Open: No
Dan stared at the weird symbols on the wall after showing them to the person calling themselves Bobby, and nodded to himself when he got the reply. Then he looked all round him at the weird corridors and tried pushing once again. He'd been tricked before into thinking he was somewhere else, but he'd seen through it almost instantly. This, though... If this was someone's head he'd been trapped in, then it was a damn good trap. Nothing flickered when he pushed, nothing changed or blinked out of existence.
Was he in someone else's lockbox? Holy shit, was that even possible? Scrubbing at his face, he looked all round himself once again, looking for a spot to wait for whoever Bobby was. And to calm himself down; after all the shit that had happened in the last few days, he was already exhausted and on edge, and if he was honest with himself (which he had to be), he was damned scared. If he was going to get out of this, he had to control himself.
Still, he knew the old saying. "FEAR stands for Face Everything And Recover," so he'd work out what the hell was going on, deal with it and then get on with going back home. And he wouldn't go get a drink, no matter how much he wanted or needed one.