The Perk, Tuesday lunchtime
By lunchtime Gabriel would have felt a little better if hit hadn't been for the fact that he know was hungry. It was distracting. He had abandoned the church and gone in search for food when he had stumbled across a place from which the smell of coffee emanated.
After suspiciously sniffing the coffee and the brownie he had ordered - although his sense of smell wasn't what it had been, sadly - he sat down at a table by the window, pondering the situation. Wherever he was - and finding that out was a priority - he needed to come up with a a plan. He would soon be running out of money. That roadkill monkey he'd come across hadn't exactly been rich.
[The Perk is open of course, and please come and talk to Gabriel if you want.]
After suspiciously sniffing the coffee and the brownie he had ordered - although his sense of smell wasn't what it had been, sadly - he sat down at a table by the window, pondering the situation. Wherever he was - and finding that out was a priority - he needed to come up with a a plan. He would soon be running out of money. That roadkill monkey he'd come across hadn't exactly been rich.
[The Perk is open of course, and please come and talk to Gabriel if you want.]