Time Warp: How Can You Live in the Northeast
Jan 13, 2012 0:15:19 GMT -5
Post by Dr. Sean Neville on Jan 13, 2012 0:15:19 GMT -5
((OOC: This is not quite canon so give us some latitude, but we’re making a good faith effort to make it at least recognizable. Canon light, if you will. Also, this takes place about four years in the future.))
The hair at his temples was beginning to gray, as were parts on top, a fact that disheartened Sean although it was expected. He’d shaved his beard off years ago because the graying had begun there first. The lines under his eyes were also a little deeper, but all-in-all, he didn’t look the worse for wear. Considering that he’d been at Hammel for two-and-a-half decades, he certainly didn’t think he was in bad condition.
Even his knees and back were fine, all things considered. The yoga recommendation had been some of the best advice he’d taken, both for his health and for extracurricular activities. He knew that Josh appreciated the benefits.
With Josh in Burlington for Temple and lunch, and Caroline out with friends, Sean was left to his own devices and decided to follow suit. This had led to an agreement to meet Cobalt at the diner just outside of town for pie and whatever else on the menu that looked appealing. Thankfully, it was unseasonably warm, and there was neither snow nor rain to be found. He hoped to keep that streak for the rest of the year, because he didn’t want to deal with skidding on the road. He wanted to enjoy fresh air and the pleasantness inherent in mild temperatures.
The telepath had arrived early, as he tried to do, and he claimed a booth near the back. In advance, he’d ordered a pot of coffee, and he sat perusing the newspaper while waiting for the younger man to arrive. He still subscribed to the New York Times despite not having lived in New York since Bush the elder was president. He still preferred it to the local paper, although he read that as well; he’d just decided to leave that one at home on the kitchen table.
Taking a peek at the crossword puzzle, he smiled. Will Shortz had made sure that he would have his work ahead of him later.
The hair at his temples was beginning to gray, as were parts on top, a fact that disheartened Sean although it was expected. He’d shaved his beard off years ago because the graying had begun there first. The lines under his eyes were also a little deeper, but all-in-all, he didn’t look the worse for wear. Considering that he’d been at Hammel for two-and-a-half decades, he certainly didn’t think he was in bad condition.
Even his knees and back were fine, all things considered. The yoga recommendation had been some of the best advice he’d taken, both for his health and for extracurricular activities. He knew that Josh appreciated the benefits.
With Josh in Burlington for Temple and lunch, and Caroline out with friends, Sean was left to his own devices and decided to follow suit. This had led to an agreement to meet Cobalt at the diner just outside of town for pie and whatever else on the menu that looked appealing. Thankfully, it was unseasonably warm, and there was neither snow nor rain to be found. He hoped to keep that streak for the rest of the year, because he didn’t want to deal with skidding on the road. He wanted to enjoy fresh air and the pleasantness inherent in mild temperatures.
The telepath had arrived early, as he tried to do, and he claimed a booth near the back. In advance, he’d ordered a pot of coffee, and he sat perusing the newspaper while waiting for the younger man to arrive. He still subscribed to the New York Times despite not having lived in New York since Bush the elder was president. He still preferred it to the local paper, although he read that as well; he’d just decided to leave that one at home on the kitchen table.
Taking a peek at the crossword puzzle, he smiled. Will Shortz had made sure that he would have his work ahead of him later.
