(002) Location: The Sanctuary For All: Dear Lord, this place is too big.
It was just a fact.
Sam was doing his best to adjust. He was extremely thankful for Helen's generosity, don't get him wrong. But he also had the sneaking suspicion that if he made the wrong turn he'd never find his way out. Not that he knew what 'wrong turn' was in this case, he had no idea, and that just made things all the more unsettling.
He'd get used to it though. Or he'd be lost forever. One of the two. No mater how it went, call him crazy, but he was doubtful Mojo would be able to sniff his way out for them both if it came to that.
The dog was far too busy running around and sniffing everything else, investigating the place in what was clearly a very fascinating event for a dog. Sam made sure to keep him close by at all times, at least until he was sure where it was okay to let Mojo run around as he pleased. Also, he had to make sure he marked his proverbial territory in as few places as possible.
That, however, wasn't as easy as you'd think.
"Mojo! Bad!"
Mojo recoiled from the admonishment, and lowered his leg away from the wall, running back over to Sam. Sam was about to reach over and pick him up, when suddenly the dog sniffed. And sniffed again. Then a third time. He then turned, and ran off away from him down the hall in the other direction.
"No no no no no come on! You're going to get us kicked out of here!"
Sam thought Helen might be a little nicer than that, but at the same time, he didn't see her being ecstatic about this either. Chasing after the dog and whistling sharply every couple of seconds to get his attention did nothing. Whatever Mojo was picking up on, he really liked it.
When Sam followed him straight into someone else's room, the last "Mojo! Here! Now! Bad!" tumbling out of his mouth, he saw why.
And internally -- thank God it was internal -- he might've thanked his dog some.
It was also great that he stopped himself from blurting out that he had a girlfriend. He kept that one internal too. As a reminder.
"... Hi."
OOC: This one's locked to The Cheerleader.
Sam was doing his best to adjust. He was extremely thankful for Helen's generosity, don't get him wrong. But he also had the sneaking suspicion that if he made the wrong turn he'd never find his way out. Not that he knew what 'wrong turn' was in this case, he had no idea, and that just made things all the more unsettling.
He'd get used to it though. Or he'd be lost forever. One of the two. No mater how it went, call him crazy, but he was doubtful Mojo would be able to sniff his way out for them both if it came to that.
The dog was far too busy running around and sniffing everything else, investigating the place in what was clearly a very fascinating event for a dog. Sam made sure to keep him close by at all times, at least until he was sure where it was okay to let Mojo run around as he pleased. Also, he had to make sure he marked his proverbial territory in as few places as possible.
That, however, wasn't as easy as you'd think.
"Mojo! Bad!"
Mojo recoiled from the admonishment, and lowered his leg away from the wall, running back over to Sam. Sam was about to reach over and pick him up, when suddenly the dog sniffed. And sniffed again. Then a third time. He then turned, and ran off away from him down the hall in the other direction.
"No no no no no come on! You're going to get us kicked out of here!"
Sam thought Helen might be a little nicer than that, but at the same time, he didn't see her being ecstatic about this either. Chasing after the dog and whistling sharply every couple of seconds to get his attention did nothing. Whatever Mojo was picking up on, he really liked it.
When Sam followed him straight into someone else's room, the last "Mojo! Here! Now! Bad!" tumbling out of his mouth, he saw why.
And internally -- thank God it was internal -- he might've thanked his dog some.
It was also great that he stopped himself from blurting out that he had a girlfriend. He kept that one internal too. As a reminder.
"... Hi."
OOC: This one's locked to The Cheerleader.