Waiting for Inspiration - OTA
Christian has located a table in the corner of the bar, away from the disturbing view of the constant 'end of the world' scene. He's still trying to wrap his head around that part of Milliway's. It's almost more difficult to accept than the variety of people here.
His beloved Underwood typewriter sits before him, along with a pile of blank, white paper, and he waits for the Muse to strike. He's left is bowler hat and jacket in his room, so he sits in brown, wool trousers and a white shirt of rough cotton, both worn. His shoes have thin laces and his suspenders have seen better days. He doesn't really care what he looks like, though.
He just wants to write, and try to forget. Sipping something in a glass which he can't recall the name of, he sighs.
[[ OOC: My apologies if I stop tagging soon: I seem to be passing out. Will continue tomorrow, and I thank you for tagging. :) ]]
[[OOC: And it may well be slow-time, as I don't seem to be around when many others are, lol! I'm on EST and work during the day, with very limited access to the Internet. Just a heads-up.]]