Kris Rietsveld | The Damsel (thecorrupt) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2017-01-13 08:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 063, kris, pam |
Who: Kris & Pam.
When: 9:34 a.m.
Where: His shop.
Kris woke in a store. This would not be the first time he'd woken after falling asleep from doing the books in his father's antique shop, but what was painfully clear once his brain made sense of what he was seeing was that he was not in his father's antique shop. His father's shop did not sell clothes. As he leaned up from his bent-over position on the counter, he realized he was wearing different clothes than the ones he'd managed to acquire while in the Mansion; a dark navy sweater vest, black tie, collared shirt and dark slacks. Even his shoes were different. His hands moved over the folder safety-pinned to his vest, making quick work of the documents inside, even as they only added more confusion to the whole mess. They were to play characters? Everything he'd heard thus far about the whole "Zenith" experience was now, finally and painfully, clear and present in front of him. He lingered in the shop, rising to his feet -- thankfully, his cane had not been taken from him -- and wandering around to both acclimate himself to its setting and the environment around him.
He wasn't sure what to do, but that was clearly decided for him no more than ten minutes later when the bell above the shop door chimed and someone entered.