The images they sell are illusion & dream

[eagletalons]

WHO: Hope Estheim (Garrett Ross); OPEN!
WHAT: Once a researcher, always a researcher, and Hope's first instinct is to gather more information. So that's what he's doing.
WHERE: Library, rec hall, repair shop, temple-- as long as it's open to the public. Take your pick! ... Maybe not the bar because he wont willingly go there.
WHEN: April 18-19

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Scout the area was one of the first things Hope did upon leaving his room-- that, and find some food. But mostly scout the area to get acquainted with his surroundings. He'd scoured the list of names on the phone, but none of them were familiar (then again, it was a shot in the dark), so this was the next best thing.

Honestly, he didn't know what he was expecting by doing that except for wanting all his bases covered before he did anything outside.

Hope felt pretty naked with a weapon on his person, not even his boomerang, and he felt a bit pleased at that. It was good to know that his survival instincts hadn't faded over the years of relatively easy living.

Still. Boomerang. Gone.

Despite his unease at the situation, he forced himself to look around with a critical eye, making mental notes of his surroundings and walk like he wasn't nervous on the inside.

Sometimes though, he couldn't stop himself from actually stopping to touch whatever structure he'd find interesting, like the ceiling or the building itself. It's just all so new and different. You bet his scientist's soul is having a party despite his cool demeanor.

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Wednesday

[tartanisstylish]

Saturday night had been a whirlwind (brother, drink, drunk) - and then he'd left the bar. And he didn't remember anything else.

Although in the morning he'd been certain he'd never had a brother. He'd never wanted one. And drinking only caused problems.

The City memories were slowly sitting down and making space for the Dream, but still he remembered them both - lying in a tousled bed in a shop in the City and staring at the ceiling for hours on end; walking on the chalk on a brisk day with Crowley, who was complaining he was too cold-blooded for this; getting fired (the humiliation!) and starting a business.

It was too much to handle. He went to the Library and worked; he came home. He did not talk to anyone. If he'd tried to, what would he have said?

He was walking rather aimlessly down the stacks in the Library - toward the sparse selection of paper books in the very back - when a man with a shock of startling hair walked in, looking as out of place as he felt. Aziraphale gave a wan smile and stopped for a moment, considering. Someone new?