Well, Kent's first thought that perhaps he had been kidnapped was a false one. He knew that he had to get out of the room, though, if that's what it really was, and get to...somewhere. It was a compulsion that took over everything else in his mind and he focused on that, let it guide his feet, as he stumbled into a corridor. He didn't even notice that he had grabbed a suitcase until the weight of it seemed to topple him to the side. He didn't want to let it go, though, and so he adjusted his grip and held his arms out, finding the wall.
"Ellie?" he called out, though he didn't instantly know why he asked for her. She wasn't around when he had gone to bed that night. She was, of course, back at her hotel, likely with Palmer. And he was at the VLA.
Not anymore, it seemed. He was in a strange building and it seemed quiet. He ventured forward another step, free hand on the wall.
[ Eggs don't go in Ballrooms!! ]
Once he had acclimated to the hotel, he decided to make his way downstairs to hear what all the hubbub was about. It took him stepping on an egg before he reached down and picked it up. The slightly squashed plastic thing had covered his shoes and then the grip of his cane in glitter. He was blissfully unaware of the glitter trail that he left as he reached down and found another egg, which actually contained candy. His monstrous sweet tooth overwhelmed him and he chewed on them thoughtfully.
Arrival // Eggs
Well, Kent's first thought that perhaps he had been kidnapped was a false one. He knew that he had to get out of the room, though, if that's what it really was, and get to...somewhere. It was a compulsion that took over everything else in his mind and he focused on that, let it guide his feet, as he stumbled into a corridor. He didn't even notice that he had grabbed a suitcase until the weight of it seemed to topple him to the side. He didn't want to let it go, though, and so he adjusted his grip and held his arms out, finding the wall.
"Ellie?" he called out, though he didn't instantly know why he asked for her. She wasn't around when he had gone to bed that night. She was, of course, back at her hotel, likely with Palmer. And he was at the VLA.
Not anymore, it seemed. He was in a strange building and it seemed quiet. He ventured forward another step, free hand on the wall.
[ Eggs don't go in Ballrooms!! ]
Once he had acclimated to the hotel, he decided to make his way downstairs to hear what all the hubbub was about. It took him stepping on an egg before he reached down and picked it up. The slightly squashed plastic thing had covered his shoes and then the grip of his cane in glitter. He was blissfully unaware of the glitter trail that he left as he reached down and found another egg, which actually contained candy. His monstrous sweet tooth overwhelmed him and he chewed on them thoughtfully.
Well, maybe this place wasn't so bad.