Night 56: Staff-Only Outdoor Patio Lounging/Eating Area
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Stefan's hand lingered on the handle as he peered warily through the slat of glass in the door, but there wasn't much to be seen on the patio except snow (and it was definitely a patio, from the ghostly shapes of snow-covered chairs and tables). They might be headed in the right direction, then, assuming anything in this place was laid out logically. He glanced back at Damon before wordlessly pushing his way outside.
The door came up against several inches of soft snow, but slid open without much resistance. Unlocked, unlike most doors he'd encountered at night. Stefan held it open for his brother and looked up at the sky, searching for the light of the moon. It was just as well that he wasn't technically alive, because the snowfall didn't seem to have stopped since this morning and his breath was coming out in visible puffs. He hoped their weakened states didn't also translate into a susceptibility to human colds, as he could imagine Damon wanting to rip out the nearest beating heart if he started sneezing tomorrow morning.
"A place to eat probably means there's a place to prepare food nearby," Stefan commented. He scanned their immediate surroundings a little more closely, and spotted another door a short distance away, along the same wall. "There..." And the dark shape of another, on the other end of the patio. "Or there." The first led back into the building - their most likely candidate if they were in search of a kitchen area - but the tower on the other side looked ominously important.
Stefan's hand lingered on the handle as he peered warily through the slat of glass in the door, but there wasn't much to be seen on the patio except snow (and it was definitely a patio, from the ghostly shapes of snow-covered chairs and tables). They might be headed in the right direction, then, assuming anything in this place was laid out logically. He glanced back at Damon before wordlessly pushing his way outside.
The door came up against several inches of soft snow, but slid open without much resistance. Unlocked, unlike most doors he'd encountered at night. Stefan held it open for his brother and looked up at the sky, searching for the light of the moon. It was just as well that he wasn't technically alive, because the snowfall didn't seem to have stopped since this morning and his breath was coming out in visible puffs. He hoped their weakened states didn't also translate into a susceptibility to human colds, as he could imagine Damon wanting to rip out the nearest beating heart if he started sneezing tomorrow morning.
"A place to eat probably means there's a place to prepare food nearby," Stefan commented. He scanned their immediate surroundings a little more closely, and spotted another door a short distance away, along the same wall. "There..." And the dark shape of another, on the other end of the patio. "Or there." The first led back into the building - their most likely candidate if they were in search of a kitchen area - but the tower on the other side looked ominously important.