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[gunnfire]

[Watch your step, Paradisa. There's a black man just a little over 6'3", sitting cross-legged almost in the dead center of the lobby. His eyes are closed, his breathing is even, and - yup. He seems to be meditating.

Try not to trip over him -- or do!

(OOC: Loss start!)]

Comments

[percepts]

[ nudge is coming your way, dude. she's wearing these and she's got a stack of books on her head. her eyes are sort of rolled up, looking at the books as opposed to looking where she's going.

this is going to end well. ]

[gunnfire]

[And when she runs into him, Gunn will make a sound of surprise, eyes flying open --

But he simply seems more worried than anything else.

Ow.

Those shoes had hurt.

Oh well.]

Hey --!

[Please don't fall down, little girl. :c]

[breakmychest]

[Spike doesn't trip over him, but he does stop and stare at him in confusion.]

What're you doing, Charlie-boy?

[gunnfire]

[And Gunn will pause, meditation interrupted, and smile brilliantly at Spike.

He's going to kill himself later.]

Just meditating a bit. It's good for the spirit.

[breakmychest]

[Spike quirks an eyebrow and pulls out a cigarette and his lighter.]

Funny how it looks the same as sitting there doing nothing.

[gunnfire]

[Gunn gives him an eerily peaceful look.]

I can see how someone might make that mistake.

[formersocialite]

[Okay, so she definitely wasn't expecting to see someone sitting in the middle of the lobby like that, let alone someone she had met before. Have a Vivian approaching you carefully Gunn, not wishing to interrupt your meditation.]

[gunnfire]

[And Gunn will notice her after a moment and - well, smile.]

Hey, Vivian.

[formersocialite]

[She gives him a smile in return.]

Hello, Gunn. You seem very calm today.

[gunnfire]

No reason to stress, right? What happens will happen.

[demonologist]

[Wes has come to the castle to work at the shooting range but is planning on having a meal at the Lux first when he spies Gunn sitting smack dab in the middle of the castle's lobby.

It surprises him, so he approaches. Why is he so still, almost in a posture of deep repose.]

Gunn?

[gunnfire]

Wesley!

[See this smile, Wes? There's no anger or malice in it. Isn't that a little frightening?

He stands up, straightening his back.]

What brings you to the castle?

[demonologist]

[Gunn is happy to see him? Something must be terribly wrong. Wes eyes him with a certain amount of wariness.]

I was going to have lunch before working at the range. Why?

[gunnfire]

Just curious.

[Gunn pushes himself to his feet, popping his neck.]

Enjoy your lunch. The food here's not half bad, y'know?

[teds_up]

[oh hey, a black guy who's not god, Ted can deal with this.

........although why is he meditating in the lobby. seriously dude, this place is like the repellant of peace.]

Pretty nice day out to be sitting inside, isn't it?

[gunnfire]

I was outside for a while.

[Gunn stretches slightly, smiling at Ted.]

But I like to hear people around me, man. It's pretty soothing.

[teds_up]

[A bit of a laugh.]

You sure you're talking about these people?