[Wednesday Evening, Room 3, Tropicana Hotel, Bastrop, TX]
Alec shrugged out of his sweater, making a note to avoid wearing it when the forecast said anything over 70-something - people stared when you were a heat-loving freak of nature and that was pretty much the opposite of what he wanted and Bobby had ordered.
Tossing it onto the bed, Alec sat down carefully at the tiny desk and sketched out a few notes, chewing at his lip thoughtfully. The locals seemed to think a ghost was killing people, or at least causing them to be sick, but he was pretty sure most hauntings wouldn't give you the flu - even a really bad flu. He tapped his pen on the desktop, considering calling Bobby to tell him this was probably nothing. Maybe then he could do something fun, like run after cryptozoology specimens in the woods, or hunt down something actually dangerous.
[OOC: For saltandammo, but if open for other calls if you'd like.]
Tossing it onto the bed, Alec sat down carefully at the tiny desk and sketched out a few notes, chewing at his lip thoughtfully. The locals seemed to think a ghost was killing people, or at least causing them to be sick, but he was pretty sure most hauntings wouldn't give you the flu - even a really bad flu. He tapped his pen on the desktop, considering calling Bobby to tell him this was probably nothing. Maybe then he could do something fun, like run after cryptozoology specimens in the woods, or hunt down something actually dangerous.
[OOC: For saltandammo, but if open for other calls if you'd like.]