Pascal d'Jezero - Secluded Scion
Fortitude: 6 | Faculty: 5 | Form: 5 |
The Grosvenor House Hotel was as decent a place as any other to while away the hours before flight from yet another planet. Pascal barely registered the opulence of the space around him as he took his morning coffee. While England was known for its tea, coffee hadn't quite made a big an impact on the hub city of London, unlike his home where his family cultivated their coffee fields and exported many strands in bulk. The coffee he was drinking however was bitter in the extreme and Pascal grimaced each time he took a sip while reading the morning paper.
No.
No no.
This was too coincidental, I followed the program. I left no trace and picked a random destination, place to stay and time. It can't be... but maybe it is. They might have the program. Of course they do - is it time to do what it says not to then?
Pascal had slowly placed the paper back on the table as he pondered his next action. Not bothering to finish the dreadful abomination of coffee he abruptly stood, collected his sword and cape and headed to the front desk to make some inquiries regarding the ring portals. A good investigation starts with the groundwork - or so the novels go.
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