The dream last night was...well, it was an adventure, to put it lightly; it was loud and surreal but perhaps more importantly it was interesting, in a very specific sort of way that's normally unbelievably difficult for him to experience. It's enough to leave him more than slightly overstimulated when he wakes up – he hasn't felt this awake in a while – and even after he's had some time to process it his spirits are undeniably better than they have been for the past two weeks.
(God, he's even owning the stupid Matrix outfit today like he's actually comfortable in it and isn't slowly dying inside.)
Of course, the new areas of the hospital that have opened up are more than enough to catch his interest; of goddamn course the dojo still looks like this place doesn't give a single solitary fuck about tetanus but he can deal with the floor later, right now he can just...appreciate that we have some open space to actually move in that doesn't involve rearranging the dining hall. The next couple of rooms, however...
The shooting range is going to be what ultimately holds his interest; even after he's gone through the place and hasn't found any guns, the crossbows are there and they look like they can do an acceptable amount of damage and that's fucking delightful. So he's going to be in there for a fair amount of time today, teaching himself how to shoot the damn things. They're kind of unwieldy for his liking, but he learns quickly and his focus on the task at hand is a little intense; it'll become obvious after a while that his aim is...really good. Kind of unnaturally good? Yeah.
Later in the evening, though, he can be found in the internal foyer; specifically, he's looking at the profiles again. He hasn't revisited them in a while, and looking them over now...well, he has context for a few more things, at least (the notion that he owns and likes dogs, the dislike of large fires). There are a couple that perplex him still, but he imagines he'll work that out in time; after a while of staring at it, though...
He hasn't taken part in the duct-tape alterations that several others have been doing to their own profiles; especially given the recent dreams, it's possible that he'll recall something that will explain why certain things are there. Just the same, he'll be there tonight with the tape and a fair amount of odd thoughts that he doesn't really want to consider too deeply right now, striking Project Alice off his dislikes.]
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The dream last night was...well, it was an adventure, to put it lightly; it was loud and surreal but perhaps more importantly it was interesting, in a very specific sort of way that's normally unbelievably difficult for him to experience. It's enough to leave him more than slightly overstimulated when he wakes up – he hasn't felt this awake in a while – and even after he's had some time to process it his spirits are undeniably better than they have been for the past two weeks.
(God, he's even owning the stupid Matrix outfit today like he's actually comfortable in it and isn't slowly dying inside.)
Of course, the new areas of the hospital that have opened up are more than enough to catch his interest; of goddamn course the dojo still looks like this place doesn't give a single solitary fuck about tetanus but he can deal with the floor later, right now he can just...appreciate that we have some open space to actually move in that doesn't involve rearranging the dining hall. The next couple of rooms, however...
The shooting range is going to be what ultimately holds his interest; even after he's gone through the place and hasn't found any guns, the crossbows are there and they look like they can do an acceptable amount of damage and that's fucking delightful. So he's going to be in there for a fair amount of time today, teaching himself how to shoot the damn things. They're kind of unwieldy for his liking, but he learns quickly and his focus on the task at hand is a little intense; it'll become obvious after a while that his aim is...really good. Kind of unnaturally good? Yeah.
Later in the evening, though, he can be found in the internal foyer; specifically, he's looking at the profiles again. He hasn't revisited them in a while, and looking them over now...well, he has context for a few more things, at least (the notion that he owns and likes dogs, the dislike of large fires). There are a couple that perplex him still, but he imagines he'll work that out in time; after a while of staring at it, though...
He hasn't taken part in the duct-tape alterations that several others have been doing to their own profiles; especially given the recent dreams, it's possible that he'll recall something that will explain why certain things are there. Just the same, he'll be there tonight with the tape and a fair amount of odd thoughts that he doesn't really want to consider too deeply right now, striking Project Alice off his dislikes.]