et_phone_home (et_phone_home) wrote in theaurors, @ 2017-08-16 20:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | # ley lines, arc: salem incident, c: et o'brian, c: max rivera, case: sierra alpha 95, d: october 24 2017 |
Tuesday, October 24, 2017 - New England Pirate Museum
WHO: ET O'Brian and Max Rivera
WHAT: ET takes Max back to the scene of the crime
WHERE: New England Pirate Museum
WHEN: Tuesday, October 24, 9:00 AM
WHY: Pirate Suspect hunting, and meeting the new guy.
RATING: PG
STATUS: Complete
Getting healer clearance had been remarkably painless and quick, and ET suspected Jack had had a hand in that. Still, he’d been instructed to wear a mask, and dosed with enough Pepper-Up potion that his ears were still faintly smoking even an hour later. He’d texted Max and asked him to meet him at the museum at 9, and then let Jack know he’d been cleared. He was able to leave the healers’ facility in enough time to stop by a local coffee shop and grab a couple of coffees and pastries, though he realized at the last minute that he had no idea what Rivera might like- coffee- or pastry-wise.
Still, he hedged his bets and went with black coffee and a couple of pain au chocolats, and then made his way to the New England Pirate Museum. Of course, he’d read and re-read Ben’s reports of that day’s events, and his own involvement, but all he could remember was showing up right after Ben had started chasing after Frank the Pirate. He supposed he should be more troubled by his lack of memory, but every time he tried to think about it, his mind slid away into something else altogether. Like now, as he'd begun to wonder if wearing the winter scarf over his mask was a little too much.
Then again, his mask was a little much on its own. According to the healer, they’d had a run on the regular sized ones, and all they had left were the kids’ version, which had been enlarged to fit him. It was a minor miracle that he hadn’t run into anyone he really knew just yet. At least he'd gotten the bored looking barista at the coffee shop to crack a smile- that was something. He sighed, and his breath made a feeble attempt to cloud through both mask and scarf. Well, this was going to be a hell of a first impression.