jason grace (sonofjupiter) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2018-09-01 00:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, jason grace, marceline abadeer |
WHO: Jason Grace & Open
WHAT: Jason goes for a walk.
WHEN: Saturday Afternoon.
WHERE: At ⚡as he is checking out his new home of Tumbleweed. Please, come say hello!
WARNINGS: N/A
Jason Grace had spent most of his time since arriving with the rest of his friends. When things started to get... Well, weird, he'd chosen not to venture out into the world. After all, there was only so much he could handle. The world turning into a version of Roger Rabbit? Well, he was still trying to deal with the idea that he was whisked away from his world right as he was being dealt a death blow. Though, he wouldn't lie. There was something a bit amusing and distracting about it.
Now, though, he was one his own. Most of his friends had established lives here. He thought, perhaps, it was time for him to try and get his bearings. Besides, there was so much of this town to explore and he felt bad having to rely on Leo or Thalia or Annabeth to show him around. Relying on other people was never one of his strong suits, and now? Well, if this was going to be home for a bit -- wacky random cartoon phases and all -- he'd have to learn how to get by without them.
Besides, maybe he'd make some friends.
God, how sad did that sound? Was it sad? It was sad. Blech. When did he become that guy? Oh. Right. When he got ripped away from the few places where he felt confident and comfortable, obviously. Though, he supposed, if he was honest, he hadn't been feeling as confident lately. How much of that was because he was dealing with The Prophecy, though, was another story.
With his Stabucks in hand, he glanced at ⚡. Tilted his head, curious, he slipped inside.