Stop waiting; all the waiting is gone.
Who: Sefton and NPC!Raymond Keys.
Where: An office building.
When: The day after a phone call.
What: Sefton gets some instructions on J's mysterious tarot nonsense.
Warnings: Raymond's got quite a mouth. :I
Finally, things had begun to move. After months of accidentally breaching the thoughts of others and having no idea how to make it stop, Sefton had made headway. Raymond Keys, whose number and name had apparently given on some of the notes many of the Plane-goers had received, seemed like he at least had an idea about J-or "Jed", as Raymond had called him-which was so much more than what anyone else knew last time Sefton had tried looking into it.
The call had been short, simply an exchange of an address. Sefton had no idea whether it meant something that the address had actually been located in the city he currently found himself, or if it had all simply been luck of the draw. It didn't matter, though. Another (hopefully large) step toward figuring out how to take away what he'd been given was the only reason he needed to make his way toward the office building where Raymond was supposedly waiting.
Finding the office was simple enough; it was on the first floor, which made Sefton's wandering around the building seem a little less like he had no idea where he was going. (To be fair, it wouldn't have been far off of the mark.) Acutely aware of the Lovers sitting innocently in his pants pocket, he knocked on the door.
Where: An office building.
When: The day after a phone call.
What: Sefton gets some instructions on J's mysterious tarot nonsense.
Warnings: Raymond's got quite a mouth. :I
Finally, things had begun to move. After months of accidentally breaching the thoughts of others and having no idea how to make it stop, Sefton had made headway. Raymond Keys, whose number and name had apparently given on some of the notes many of the Plane-goers had received, seemed like he at least had an idea about J-or "Jed", as Raymond had called him-which was so much more than what anyone else knew last time Sefton had tried looking into it.
The call had been short, simply an exchange of an address. Sefton had no idea whether it meant something that the address had actually been located in the city he currently found himself, or if it had all simply been luck of the draw. It didn't matter, though. Another (hopefully large) step toward figuring out how to take away what he'd been given was the only reason he needed to make his way toward the office building where Raymond was supposedly waiting.
Finding the office was simple enough; it was on the first floor, which made Sefton's wandering around the building seem a little less like he had no idea where he was going. (To be fair, it wouldn't have been far off of the mark.) Acutely aware of the Lovers sitting innocently in his pants pocket, he knocked on the door.