i. after the accident [ He's not one for sitting still, he thinks. Not when everything is so busy and tense and apparently there must have been some kind of hurricane for so many people to have been in accidents all at once. (It's just conjecture because a look out the window confirms no such thing.) However, he's perfectly fine when he wakes up and the doctors and nurses are gently but consistently informing him he only needs to stay if he's waiting for someone to pick him up.
He should probably free up the bed.
So he gets up when it's quiet and puts on whatever basic clothes were left for him and wanders into the hallway. Right. Easy. Totally easy. ]
Now... Which way is out?
ii. getting used to home [ Next up is a lot of wandering. Oh, sure, he heard about heading to the Sheriff's Department and all that but there's something to be said for wanting to save the most important visit for last. He heads down mainstreet and peeks into the stores, surprised when some of the people in there seem to recognize him and wave or give confused looks. He waves back when waved to and hurriedly moves on otherwise, pausing sometimes to just look into the reflective surfaces and rub at his neck for the lack there of what he sees on everyone else. It doesn't worry him but he does notice the disparity, and that's the weirdest part. ]
Maybe I should—okay. This getting lost thing is getting old.
[ He stops nearby a store and looks this way and that. It's probably the lingering head trauma but now he's turned around. The sky is turning orange over the horizon and he should be heading home soon, wherever that is. So he needs the Sheriff's Office. Which is... where again? Eventually he starts walking, focused on tracing his steps backward but he's obviously distracted.
Very easy to bump into people when you're distracted. ]
iii. glug glug's grand opening [ He's around in a couple of places during the opening. It's big enough that he wants to hang out with all the people but his head is still doing concerning swoops and dives where his sluggish memories are concerned so half the time he's upstairs in the lounge in one of the plush seating options with his head tipped back, just listening to the noise.
Other times, he's got himself some coffee and has parked himself at a board game or two. He's not quite cleaning up but having a good time doesn't mean you have to win, especially if you're in a game with sore losers.
He doesn't go downstairs much except to check out the music and the scene, and does the old fogey thing of standing off to the side and spectating more than interacting. He likes music, it just doesn't like him all that much. What's a guy to do? ]
iv. wildcard [ Want to see Roman a little more put-together? Find him at home, welcome him back after his (very brief) hospital stay? Just make something up, he's probably there. DO IT. Or contact me for specifics. ]
Cain (Roman Fletcher) | 1-5th | hospital, town, 5021, glug-glug's | OTA
[ He's not one for sitting still, he thinks. Not when everything is so busy and tense and apparently there must have been some kind of hurricane for so many people to have been in accidents all at once. (It's just conjecture because a look out the window confirms no such thing.) However, he's perfectly fine when he wakes up and the doctors and nurses are gently but consistently informing him he only needs to stay if he's waiting for someone to pick him up.
He should probably free up the bed.
So he gets up when it's quiet and puts on whatever basic clothes were left for him and wanders into the hallway. Right. Easy. Totally easy. ]
Now... Which way is out?
ii. getting used to home
[ Next up is a lot of wandering. Oh, sure, he heard about heading to the Sheriff's Department and all that but there's something to be said for wanting to save the most important visit for last. He heads down mainstreet and peeks into the stores, surprised when some of the people in there seem to recognize him and wave or give confused looks. He waves back when waved to and hurriedly moves on otherwise, pausing sometimes to just look into the reflective surfaces and rub at his neck for the lack there of what he sees on everyone else. It doesn't worry him but he does notice the disparity, and that's the weirdest part. ]
Maybe I should—okay. This getting lost thing is getting old.
[ He stops nearby a store and looks this way and that. It's probably the lingering head trauma but now he's turned around. The sky is turning orange over the horizon and he should be heading home soon, wherever that is. So he needs the Sheriff's Office. Which is... where again? Eventually he starts walking, focused on tracing his steps backward but he's obviously distracted.
Very easy to bump into people when you're distracted. ]
iii. glug glug's grand opening
[ He's around in a couple of places during the opening. It's big enough that he wants to hang out with all the people but his head is still doing concerning swoops and dives where his sluggish memories are concerned so half the time he's upstairs in the lounge in one of the plush seating options with his head tipped back, just listening to the noise.
Other times, he's got himself some coffee and has parked himself at a board game or two. He's not quite cleaning up but having a good time doesn't mean you have to win, especially if you're in a game with sore losers.
He doesn't go downstairs much except to check out the music and the scene, and does the old fogey thing of standing off to the side and spectating more than interacting. He likes music, it just doesn't like him all that much. What's a guy to do? ]
iv. wildcard
[ Want to see Roman a little more put-together? Find him at home, welcome him back after his (very brief) hospital stay? Just make something up, he's probably there. DO IT. Or contact me for specifics. ]