"Guess I'll see in time if the downtime is a good thing or not."
Connor tucked his chin into one hand and stared blearily into the fire, only looking up when others started to wander into view and either take up spots here and there around it, or else meander off to be alone. Some were sporting injuries, others looked relatively well rested, though almost all of them regarded this new rather morose-looking young man with understandable suspicion coupled with the same bone-deep weariness with which Jake had. He exchanged names with them when one of them, a rather chipper young black woman named Claudette, asked him and then confirmed that he'd just arrived, that he was unhurt, and that he was alive. She was actually kind of started to learn the date he last remembered, as she'd started asking several of them to try and get a better idea on what to expect from them. Comparatively, Connor was from the future, which seemed to be of great interest to her, though personally he didn't see the relevance here. He was patient in answering her questions at least, knowing she was just doing her best as the apparent local physician of their motley crew.
It was in the process of this questioning that anyone listening would learn that he was a homicide detective, much like Tapp. He came with heightened perception by dint of his training and a technical prowess that would help him to catch on fast to the patterns of this place. Perhaps most helpfully, if disturbingly, he seemed to be taking all of this in stride. Like he didn't particularly care that he'd ended up in what Claudette had opted to refer to as Purgatory, rather than Hell as Jake had offered by way of explanation.
When she decided she was satisfied, Connor finally leaned back to Jake and lowered his voice. "I think I'll take you up on that bunk now."
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Date: 2022-05-12 09:52 am (UTC)Connor tucked his chin into one hand and stared blearily into the fire, only looking up when others started to wander into view and either take up spots here and there around it, or else meander off to be alone. Some were sporting injuries, others looked relatively well rested, though almost all of them regarded this new rather morose-looking young man with understandable suspicion coupled with the same bone-deep weariness with which Jake had. He exchanged names with them when one of them, a rather chipper young black woman named Claudette, asked him and then confirmed that he'd just arrived, that he was unhurt, and that he was alive. She was actually kind of started to learn the date he last remembered, as she'd started asking several of them to try and get a better idea on what to expect from them. Comparatively, Connor was from the future, which seemed to be of great interest to her, though personally he didn't see the relevance here. He was patient in answering her questions at least, knowing she was just doing her best as the apparent local physician of their motley crew.
It was in the process of this questioning that anyone listening would learn that he was a homicide detective, much like Tapp. He came with heightened perception by dint of his training and a technical prowess that would help him to catch on fast to the patterns of this place. Perhaps most helpfully, if disturbingly, he seemed to be taking all of this in stride. Like he didn't particularly care that he'd ended up in what Claudette had opted to refer to as Purgatory, rather than Hell as Jake had offered by way of explanation.
When she decided she was satisfied, Connor finally leaned back to Jake and lowered his voice. "I think I'll take you up on that bunk now."