Room 210, Friday Afternoon
It took Ezra a while to notice the message. He'd slept in, then only really paid attention to his phone enough to play several rounds of some stupidly addicting game where you matched jars of paint or tipped over lemurs or something, one of those. It was Friday. He found it hard to care about the outside world too much on Friday mornings. Friday evenings were all about the outside world, but mornings were Ezra time.
But the afternoon was closer to the evening. So he actually bothered to check his messages. A few random reminders from Ava, a note from Lock, someone asking if he was going to be in Boston next week, and --
Well. That one.
He stared, for a while. Processing. Trying to refuse to do so, but the way his life had worked out so far, he hadn't a lot outside of stark realism left in him, no matter what airs he put on around other people. He dealt in facts. And the facts here were not good, and his stomach twisted, and he could feel a tremor start up in his arm, and a voice in the back of his mind began to whisper something it hadn't whispered in a long time --
He turned his phone off.
And then he began packing. He needed to be somewhere. Wasn't sure where, but somewhere. Just, somewhere that was Not Here.
[ooc: Door open, post open.]
But the afternoon was closer to the evening. So he actually bothered to check his messages. A few random reminders from Ava, a note from Lock, someone asking if he was going to be in Boston next week, and --
Well. That one.
He stared, for a while. Processing. Trying to refuse to do so, but the way his life had worked out so far, he hadn't a lot outside of stark realism left in him, no matter what airs he put on around other people. He dealt in facts. And the facts here were not good, and his stomach twisted, and he could feel a tremor start up in his arm, and a voice in the back of his mind began to whisper something it hadn't whispered in a long time --
He turned his phone off.
And then he began packing. He needed to be somewhere. Wasn't sure where, but somewhere. Just, somewhere that was Not Here.
[ooc: Door open, post open.]