Open | Eternity in an hour... or three days.

[opiate_visions]

Isaac arrived three days earlier.

He had numbly followed the instructions on the PDA and holed himself up in his apartment for three days to try and swallow the hysteria. He was too sober to cope with this on top of everything else and total isolation was the only way he knew how to cope in the absence of his favourite addiction.

Now, he's decided to put on his big boy pants and actually go out and try and find out if this is Heaven, Hell or something far weirder.

Judging by the profusion of roses and clover, he's going for far weirder right now.


(OOC: Hello and please come and help/harass Isaac Mendez, formerly of Heroes and coming from his death at the end of season one!)

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[opiate_visions]

Isaac knew that word had a lot of meanings, and he really didn't want to impugn the lady's honour by saying the wrong thing. "Well, I'll contact you once I find out about materials and supplies, okay?"

[apprenticemusketeer]

"Yes," d'Artagnan says with a wide grin. "Soon. I shall look forward to seeing your work, monsieur."

[opiate_visions]

"I'll find you later, kid." Isaac gave him a fond smile.

Love-crazy kid. It was sort of sweet.

[apprenticemusketeer]

"Thank you, monsieur," d'Artagnan said with a wide smile. "Until then."

Already, he was running back toward Lucrezia.