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A Detour to Your New Life [open]
Sep. 22nd, 2014 11:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
peacefulexplorerHe's been counting the days since he arrived and has gradually come to accept that the way home might not be as straightforward as he'd hoped. Or existent. Daniel has concluded that he can be reasonably sure he's not dead, which has its ups and downs (the ups being, hey, he's not dead, and the downs being that he kind of wishes that he were, because at least that way he'd have some idea of how to get out of it).
Lucy's apartment has been a welcome refuge, but it can only hold him for so long. He probably still looks horrendously out of place in the black military-issue tee and BDU pants, though at least he's no longer covered in alien dust and panicking over spontaneous space-time displacement, so there's that. And wandering around like this might not be the best idea Daniel's ever had ever, admittedly. All the same, right now he needs movement to stimulate thought. He needs forward movement to make him feel like he has an attainable goal. He needs movement and he needs it not to be as directionless as he's feeling just now, and Daniel can already tell that he's more or less failed in that regard.
Daniel realizes a little too late that the park is very big and he might possibly be very lost. Possibly definitely.
He turns slowly on the spot, frowns, starts looking for signs and, finding none, turns to the nearest passerby.
"Hey, ah. This might sound strange, but I'm, uh, I'm a little lost."
Lucy's apartment has been a welcome refuge, but it can only hold him for so long. He probably still looks horrendously out of place in the black military-issue tee and BDU pants, though at least he's no longer covered in alien dust and panicking over spontaneous space-time displacement, so there's that. And wandering around like this might not be the best idea Daniel's ever had ever, admittedly. All the same, right now he needs movement to stimulate thought. He needs forward movement to make him feel like he has an attainable goal. He needs movement and he needs it not to be as directionless as he's feeling just now, and Daniel can already tell that he's more or less failed in that regard.
Daniel realizes a little too late that the park is very big and he might possibly be very lost. Possibly definitely.
He turns slowly on the spot, frowns, starts looking for signs and, finding none, turns to the nearest passerby.
"Hey, ah. This might sound strange, but I'm, uh, I'm a little lost."
