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milliways_bar2019-04-13 05:00 pm
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IMDb flu straggler
The last thing Dr. Dylan Reinhart remembers, at least vaguely so, is going to his room to sleep off an oncoming cold.
When he wakes up, he feels worse. Ugh.
Groggy and miserable, he changes out of his pajamas and into the tailored suit that's been laid out. Shirt, tie, sweater vest. None of the patterns or colors match, but oddly enough he makes it work in an elegantly offbeat way. Italian leather oxfords round out the ensemble.
He comes downstairs into the main bar, adjusting his pocket handkerchief (he has a feeling he'll be needing it as the sniffles, sneezing, and coughing persist). After ordering some tea and chicken soup, he tucks a cloth napkin into the collar of his vest, and settles down to eat.
As demure as he is, as engrossed in his meal as he is, and even as ill as he is, he still keeps his wits about him, observing who is in the room and where, the exits and windows (including the really Big Window). He can't exactly recall why he's like this. His memory is rather muddled at the moment. Which is annoying. And it's making him feel more ill than necessary.
[OOC: Have Emcee thinking he's Dylan Reinhart from Instinct.]
When he wakes up, he feels worse. Ugh.
Groggy and miserable, he changes out of his pajamas and into the tailored suit that's been laid out. Shirt, tie, sweater vest. None of the patterns or colors match, but oddly enough he makes it work in an elegantly offbeat way. Italian leather oxfords round out the ensemble.
He comes downstairs into the main bar, adjusting his pocket handkerchief (he has a feeling he'll be needing it as the sniffles, sneezing, and coughing persist). After ordering some tea and chicken soup, he tucks a cloth napkin into the collar of his vest, and settles down to eat.
As demure as he is, as engrossed in his meal as he is, and even as ill as he is, he still keeps his wits about him, observing who is in the room and where, the exits and windows (including the really Big Window). He can't exactly recall why he's like this. His memory is rather muddled at the moment. Which is annoying. And it's making him feel more ill than necessary.
[OOC: Have Emcee thinking he's Dylan Reinhart from Instinct.]
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He likes baths. Cleanliness is something that is altogether too easy to get used to.
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Yes, Emcee is mostly back to normal, mentally-wise at least.
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They are still talking about baths, yes. Or Ganymede is.
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Bathtubs, yes.
Emcee finishes up his tea and sniffles delicately into a handkerchief. It's an annoyance to be ill, and having to rest when there's fun to be had is not an ideal situation.
"I haven't been to your rooms in a while. It will be nice to visit again."
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