( 004 ♠ ACTION ♠ LOCATION: SANCTUARY | Closed Log )
Since his arrival, Puck had been mostly keeping to himself. Although he still tossed out the occasional sardonic barb over the Tablet, the disguised faerie had been gliding under the radar. Nobody seemed to care that he was staying in the Sanctuary and, since it seemed far larger than the actual number of people staying there, he sometimes didn't run into anyone aside from the occasional Extra for a day at a time.
That suited him just fine.
Today he was lounging in the Salon, a less busy area than some of the other floors, a pad of paper next to him but nothing written on it but a few idle scribbles. Instead he had his guitar over his lap, plucking idly at the strings with his eyes closed as though he were listening for something.
That suited him just fine.
Today he was lounging in the Salon, a less busy area than some of the other floors, a pad of paper next to him but nothing written on it but a few idle scribbles. Instead he had his guitar over his lap, plucking idly at the strings with his eyes closed as though he were listening for something.