[Alan doesn't know what Scratch gets up to when he leaves the apartment, and honestly? He doesn't want to know. Even after a few days rest, he's still got years of exhaustion to catch up on, and he doesn't have the energy to play games with him or hunt him down or whatever while also focusing on getting settled.
Getting settled is such a weird thought to have, especially since he's still not entirely sure this isn't just another reality manifested by the Darkness. But it's what keeps being recommended in all the materials for new arrivals, so... Getting settled. He's trying.
In the middle of this, he's in the main living space at the moment with his laptop set up, papers and pens scattered over a table with both a can of coffee from the konbini and a lowball glass of whiskey amidst the chaos. With Scratch out, Alan has been taking the time to focus on mulling over the job prospects and writing. The broadcast station ad meant an opportunity to create something new while establishing a reputation for his work, but he'd need a way to afford things around that.
And in the midst of all his attempts at focus, there's a knock on the door. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose a moment.]
Coming! [It's clear from the other side of the door that his voice is laced with mild annoyance despite an attempt at polite acknowledgement of whoever is waiting. After a moment, the door opens to what would be a familiar, but not entirely the same face. Despite attempts to comb it back, Alan's hair falls loosely around his face and his beard is a touch fuller that the Other Alan's. One might even notice there's slightly more age around the eyes on this one. He's dressed for comfort right now: a plain t-shirt and jeans, creating a far cry visually from the slicked back, dressed up Alan that has been met before.]
Yeah? What is it? [He doesn't recognize whoever this is as someone from the hotel staff so this is as polite as it gets. The scent of coffee and whiskey are present in equal measure on his breath as he speaks. The messy little setup is visible from the doorway if one were to look past him.]
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2023-07-11 14:44 (UTC)Getting settled is such a weird thought to have, especially since he's still not entirely sure this isn't just another reality manifested by the Darkness. But it's what keeps being recommended in all the materials for new arrivals, so... Getting settled. He's trying.
In the middle of this, he's in the main living space at the moment with his laptop set up, papers and pens scattered over a table with both a can of coffee from the konbini and a lowball glass of whiskey amidst the chaos. With Scratch out, Alan has been taking the time to focus on mulling over the job prospects and writing. The broadcast station ad meant an opportunity to create something new while establishing a reputation for his work, but he'd need a way to afford things around that.
And in the midst of all his attempts at focus, there's a knock on the door. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose a moment.]
Coming! [It's clear from the other side of the door that his voice is laced with mild annoyance despite an attempt at polite acknowledgement of whoever is waiting. After a moment, the door opens to what would be a familiar, but not entirely the same face. Despite attempts to comb it back, Alan's hair falls loosely around his face and his beard is a touch fuller that the Other Alan's. One might even notice there's slightly more age around the eyes on this one. He's dressed for comfort right now: a plain t-shirt and jeans, creating a far cry visually from the slicked back, dressed up Alan that has been met before.]
Yeah? What is it? [He doesn't recognize whoever this is as someone from the hotel staff so this is as polite as it gets. The scent of coffee and whiskey are present in equal measure on his breath as he speaks. The messy little setup is visible from the doorway if one were to look past him.]