10-14-2013, 09:09 PM
John stepped out of the World of Dreams into his loft and once again almost lost his footing. Strain?
John felt no strain. Just a little vertigo from the translation from one world to the other. It seemed so much easier to control the Dream while being there in the flesh. John wondered if there were limits to what he could take back and forth with him when traveling in the flesh.
John checked his wallet. Talk about timing, Jensen was due to arrive any minute. Taking a quick look around, John realized just how cluttered his loft was. The world was in a sad state of affairs when a billionaire couldn't keep his house clean. Scrolls, books, and tablets covered almost every surface in his main room. Tomorrow his library would be fully set up with it's environmental controls and appropriate lighting so he could begin transferring his collection from here and the storage facility that housed most of what he had brought over from Texas so far.
John genuinely liked Jensen. Not because he was also a scholar or a fellow believer, but because Jensen, like John himself, had also fallen yet refused to give up. John was pondering how to break the ice and let Jensen know that he knew. Maybe he should tell Jensen about his own fall and recovery?
"Mr. Smith, your guest has arrived"
came out over the intercom. "We are escorting him up now."
Well, no use trying to tidy up now. Moments later, there was a knock at the door.
John answered the door and invited Jensen into his loft. "Sorry about the mess, but I have had all my focus on getting my new house ready that I have neglected the place."
As Jensen was walking in, John's eyes came to rest on the recent letter he had received from Armande. And his automatic pistol lying right next to it.
John smiled at Jensen, "Please forgive the presence of my Ingram Mark 11. I sometimes travel in rough circles. I'll put that away."
He collected his firearm, and offered Jensen a seat and something to drink.
Edited by doulou, Oct 16 2013, 08:53 PM.
John felt no strain. Just a little vertigo from the translation from one world to the other. It seemed so much easier to control the Dream while being there in the flesh. John wondered if there were limits to what he could take back and forth with him when traveling in the flesh.
John checked his wallet. Talk about timing, Jensen was due to arrive any minute. Taking a quick look around, John realized just how cluttered his loft was. The world was in a sad state of affairs when a billionaire couldn't keep his house clean. Scrolls, books, and tablets covered almost every surface in his main room. Tomorrow his library would be fully set up with it's environmental controls and appropriate lighting so he could begin transferring his collection from here and the storage facility that housed most of what he had brought over from Texas so far.
John genuinely liked Jensen. Not because he was also a scholar or a fellow believer, but because Jensen, like John himself, had also fallen yet refused to give up. John was pondering how to break the ice and let Jensen know that he knew. Maybe he should tell Jensen about his own fall and recovery?
"Mr. Smith, your guest has arrived"
came out over the intercom. "We are escorting him up now."
Well, no use trying to tidy up now. Moments later, there was a knock at the door.
John answered the door and invited Jensen into his loft. "Sorry about the mess, but I have had all my focus on getting my new house ready that I have neglected the place."
As Jensen was walking in, John's eyes came to rest on the recent letter he had received from Armande. And his automatic pistol lying right next to it.
John smiled at Jensen, "Please forgive the presence of my Ingram Mark 11. I sometimes travel in rough circles. I'll put that away."
He collected his firearm, and offered Jensen a seat and something to drink.
Edited by doulou, Oct 16 2013, 08:53 PM.