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Who: Erik and Wilson
Where: Town Square
When: Day 34
What: New partners
Erik did not want to go outside. Erik did not want to do anything. No, that was not entirely true. He was starting to get hungry. And to hate the sight of the four walls of his room, not decorated sufficiently to his taste. He wanted to go home. Perhaps to die. That had been the plan, anyway.
He wanted to do right by Christine.
He wanted to see no one.
But the tug was inexorable, try as he might to ignore it. After the last time, he was even more reluctant, though he also knew that he could not ignore it forever.
Might as well, he thought, get it over with. Maybe he'd be paired with Giselle.
He was out the door in moments, cloak swirling inappropriately about him as he made his way in the direction of the tug. He kept to the shadows, such as they were, though at the square he was forced to emerge into daylight. In direct sun, his suit and cloak and hat looked somewhat dusty and dingy, though his mask was smooth as ever.
Where: Town Square
When: Day 34
What: New partners
Erik did not want to go outside. Erik did not want to do anything. No, that was not entirely true. He was starting to get hungry. And to hate the sight of the four walls of his room, not decorated sufficiently to his taste. He wanted to go home. Perhaps to die. That had been the plan, anyway.
He wanted to do right by Christine.
He wanted to see no one.
But the tug was inexorable, try as he might to ignore it. After the last time, he was even more reluctant, though he also knew that he could not ignore it forever.
Might as well, he thought, get it over with. Maybe he'd be paired with Giselle.
He was out the door in moments, cloak swirling inappropriately about him as he made his way in the direction of the tug. He kept to the shadows, such as they were, though at the square he was forced to emerge into daylight. In direct sun, his suit and cloak and hat looked somewhat dusty and dingy, though his mask was smooth as ever.