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biomagnetWHO: Sefton (Jeremy) and OPEN.
WHAT: Coping with a strange new world.
WHERE: (Cave) The library, the supply depot, then finally the living quarters.
WHEN: May 2nd.
WARNINGS: Jumpy Sefton will be extremely jumpy. Don't touch him unless you want his foot in your face or something.
( I'm in the wrong town, should be in Hollywood. )
Morning came soon enough. He hadn't quite rested as well as his body demanded, but he managed to sneak in a few hours' worth of sleep and report for "work" at the Library. It was really more just a way to busy himself, puttering about to familiarize himself with the system in case anyone asked him a question. The man he reported to had been understanding enough to let him in (he'd forgotten his keycard, writing it off as not worth it due to the magnetic strip) and not to shoo him out of the back corner Sefton wedged himself into to accomplish this task, where he stayed for much of the day, falling into the words and processes and pretending like the panic wasn't lurking in his gut every minute of the way.
As soon as his shift was declared over, Sefton rocketed from the building and made a beeline for the Supply Depot. Something was missing and he was very intent to get back the pieces of normalcy that might help to anchor him. He left soon after with a new scarf wrapped around his neck and a comfortable pair of tennis shoes hooked on his fingers. (He had an ID card foisted on him while he was there, too, but it wasn't like it really mattered.)
It was when he finally made his way back to the living quarters that he deemed it safe enough to sit to change his shoes. It was a small thing, but it helped and that was almost worse than simply staying completely on guard. He tilted his head back against the wall next to his door and stayed there for a while. He didn't really care to notice how long.
WHAT: Coping with a strange new world.
WHERE: (Cave) The library, the supply depot, then finally the living quarters.
WHEN: May 2nd.
WARNINGS: Jumpy Sefton will be extremely jumpy. Don't touch him unless you want his foot in your face or something.
( I'm in the wrong town, should be in Hollywood. )
Morning came soon enough. He hadn't quite rested as well as his body demanded, but he managed to sneak in a few hours' worth of sleep and report for "work" at the Library. It was really more just a way to busy himself, puttering about to familiarize himself with the system in case anyone asked him a question. The man he reported to had been understanding enough to let him in (he'd forgotten his keycard, writing it off as not worth it due to the magnetic strip) and not to shoo him out of the back corner Sefton wedged himself into to accomplish this task, where he stayed for much of the day, falling into the words and processes and pretending like the panic wasn't lurking in his gut every minute of the way.
As soon as his shift was declared over, Sefton rocketed from the building and made a beeline for the Supply Depot. Something was missing and he was very intent to get back the pieces of normalcy that might help to anchor him. He left soon after with a new scarf wrapped around his neck and a comfortable pair of tennis shoes hooked on his fingers. (He had an ID card foisted on him while he was there, too, but it wasn't like it really mattered.)
It was when he finally made his way back to the living quarters that he deemed it safe enough to sit to change his shoes. It was a small thing, but it helped and that was almost worse than simply staying completely on guard. He tilted his head back against the wall next to his door and stayed there for a while. He didn't really care to notice how long.
