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neutral_omensTime: July 11, 2000
Place: Lobby
Status: Public (Complete)
Summary: Shadow arrives, looking for a job.
Wandering had been good for Shadow.
For a while he’d been on a kind of serene high left over from stopping the battle and the events that had followed. Then he’d slumped into some kind of depression resulting from the events that had happened before the battle and the whole mess with Hinzlemann.
After that, though, he’d felt a little better and he’d wandered from Iceland to Ireland and through part of England, spent some time in the Netherlands and Denmark (he liked Denmark) and seen some of Sweden and Norway. Now he found himself back in England again, in a little town apparently called Lower Tadfield.
He’d been hitchhiking. Why he’d chosen to get off in that particular town was a mystery to him, but he didn’t think too much about it. That was the nice thing about wandering; you went wherever you felt like going and stayed until you felt like moving on. Shadow had mostly been traveling until the money ran out and then stopping and finding a job until he had enough again.
He’d taken a lot of jobs fitting for a big man- construction worker, bouncer, piano mover- but he’d also been a waiter, a bar tender, a janitor, a gas station attendant, and for three mortifyingly awkward and yet somehow quite enjoyable weeks he’d worked the front desk at a library. (It had been a very small town and he’d been very broke.) The woman who had given him the job had been about eighty years old and in desperate need of help running the big place, so he’d been glad to fill in until her regular co-worker, probably only five or ten years younger, came back from an unexpected bout with the flu.
His feet seemed to have their own idea of where to take him as he wandered down streets and up alleys until he found himself standing outside a large, impressive-looking building. Something, like instinct but less familiar, told him this was a good place to find a job, so he went to the front door, considered knocking, and instead pushed it open and found himself in a pleasant lobby. A hotel, then.
Place: Lobby
Status: Public (Complete)
Summary: Shadow arrives, looking for a job.
Wandering had been good for Shadow.
For a while he’d been on a kind of serene high left over from stopping the battle and the events that had followed. Then he’d slumped into some kind of depression resulting from the events that had happened before the battle and the whole mess with Hinzlemann.
After that, though, he’d felt a little better and he’d wandered from Iceland to Ireland and through part of England, spent some time in the Netherlands and Denmark (he liked Denmark) and seen some of Sweden and Norway. Now he found himself back in England again, in a little town apparently called Lower Tadfield.
He’d been hitchhiking. Why he’d chosen to get off in that particular town was a mystery to him, but he didn’t think too much about it. That was the nice thing about wandering; you went wherever you felt like going and stayed until you felt like moving on. Shadow had mostly been traveling until the money ran out and then stopping and finding a job until he had enough again.
He’d taken a lot of jobs fitting for a big man- construction worker, bouncer, piano mover- but he’d also been a waiter, a bar tender, a janitor, a gas station attendant, and for three mortifyingly awkward and yet somehow quite enjoyable weeks he’d worked the front desk at a library. (It had been a very small town and he’d been very broke.) The woman who had given him the job had been about eighty years old and in desperate need of help running the big place, so he’d been glad to fill in until her regular co-worker, probably only five or ten years younger, came back from an unexpected bout with the flu.
His feet seemed to have their own idea of where to take him as he wandered down streets and up alleys until he found himself standing outside a large, impressive-looking building. Something, like instinct but less familiar, told him this was a good place to find a job, so he went to the front door, considered knocking, and instead pushed it open and found himself in a pleasant lobby. A hotel, then.
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