people are strange.
Who: 47 and Jack
What: Pub field trip.
Where: Self-explanatory.
When: Shortly after their conversation in his first post.
Warnings: None that I really know of?
Jack wasn't exactly yearning to leave his room. He at the very least had some solace there. It looked the same as the room in his mother's house and he could vaguely remember playing the guitar there a few nights previous, even if his six string wasn't there anymore.
After talking to a damn Vulcan, and someone mentioning wizards, someone else mentioning vampires...
He was in desperate need of the drink that the man offered. He'd been playing around with the idea in his head but after the validity of where he was hit him he knew that he was going to need some whiskey to stem the brimming paranoia and the obvious confusion of his surroundings.
So, after some wandering and several flights of stairs he stood outside the warden area, not really able to go in, and looking lost. He'd said to meet him there, but he couldn't really get there.
What: Pub field trip.
Where: Self-explanatory.
When: Shortly after their conversation in his first post.
Warnings: None that I really know of?
Jack wasn't exactly yearning to leave his room. He at the very least had some solace there. It looked the same as the room in his mother's house and he could vaguely remember playing the guitar there a few nights previous, even if his six string wasn't there anymore.
After talking to a damn Vulcan, and someone mentioning wizards, someone else mentioning vampires...
He was in desperate need of the drink that the man offered. He'd been playing around with the idea in his head but after the validity of where he was hit him he knew that he was going to need some whiskey to stem the brimming paranoia and the obvious confusion of his surroundings.
So, after some wandering and several flights of stairs he stood outside the warden area, not really able to go in, and looking lost. He'd said to meet him there, but he couldn't really get there.