time for some LIQUID COURAGE.
Who: Peter Jacob, Edward Roivas, & OPEN.
What: Peter and Edward have a fantastic idea in order to help their sanity levels. Get some drinks. You should, too.
Where: Furman's!
When: Sunday afternoon.
Warnings: Peter's PTSD? Nothing to note here.
Notes: Tag in separate threads, or come harass the new Wakened. UP TO YOU.
The first thing that Peter could think of when he saw Edward was I've seen you before when you met with Dr. Lindsey in a vision even though it clearly has not happened yet. However, despite everything, it does occur to Peter that informing a man that he's had a vision of him before may not go over well. Contradictory likely, considering Edward knew about Peter.
It just seems to be in better manners to keep the information to himself for now.
The young journalist keeps his undesired package under one arm as he follows the good doctor. For now, he keeps silent, perhaps to revel in the fact that there's a lack of gunfire in this place. It's... quiet here. Strange, but delightfully quiet.
Somehow, it seems like a welcome home to him to be inside of a pub once more. All too gladly, Peter sits, but keeps his head bowed as he peers at the waxed bar. It's nice to be in a place where he doesn't feel as though a beast will come crashing inside, trying to rip his mind apart.
Yes, that's quite nice.
Still, he doesn't feel exactly safe or secure. He is, after all, missing his weapons. Rifle, revolver, and two-handed sword. And the blasted magick isn't working, either.
He knows. First thing he tried to do was restore his sanity.
Fat lot of good it did him.
"Scotch, sir," he murmurs, attempting to be polite at this unusual pub in an unusual city.
What: Peter and Edward have a fantastic idea in order to help their sanity levels. Get some drinks. You should, too.
Where: Furman's!
When: Sunday afternoon.
Warnings: Peter's PTSD? Nothing to note here.
Notes: Tag in separate threads, or come harass the new Wakened. UP TO YOU.
The first thing that Peter could think of when he saw Edward was I've seen you before when you met with Dr. Lindsey in a vision even though it clearly has not happened yet. However, despite everything, it does occur to Peter that informing a man that he's had a vision of him before may not go over well. Contradictory likely, considering Edward knew about Peter.
It just seems to be in better manners to keep the information to himself for now.
The young journalist keeps his undesired package under one arm as he follows the good doctor. For now, he keeps silent, perhaps to revel in the fact that there's a lack of gunfire in this place. It's... quiet here. Strange, but delightfully quiet.
Somehow, it seems like a welcome home to him to be inside of a pub once more. All too gladly, Peter sits, but keeps his head bowed as he peers at the waxed bar. It's nice to be in a place where he doesn't feel as though a beast will come crashing inside, trying to rip his mind apart.
Yes, that's quite nice.
Still, he doesn't feel exactly safe or secure. He is, after all, missing his weapons. Rifle, revolver, and two-handed sword. And the blasted magick isn't working, either.
He knows. First thing he tried to do was restore his sanity.
Fat lot of good it did him.
"Scotch, sir," he murmurs, attempting to be polite at this unusual pub in an unusual city.