On the prowl, OTA, tag Data

[haughty_alpha]

Avon was neither a sociable person nor a lover of nature. Used to confined spaces, he spent most of his time at the hotel or in his workshop, with occasional visits to restaurants and bars. He found pacing helped him think, however, and of late there was a lot to think about. The arrival of old friends and the brief presence of a future, possible son, for a start. More than enough to keep his restless mind active with that infuriatingly elusive question of why, how it all fit together. He was unable simply to accept the village for what it was. Even after all these months, he was still driven to understand it and what it wanted with him - and the rest of his crew, for that matter. Were they here simply because he was? No - although his ego was quite big enough to consider that a possibility. there was the fact that Travis had arrived quite independently of him. He needed to get the crew together, he decided. A little reunion so he could pick their collective brains, have Orac scan them...make sure they really were who they appeared to be...

The hotel corridors were too small to pace out this particular line of thought satisfactorily, so he prowled the streets instead, a thermal mug of coffee in his hand, frowning as he contemplated a new and disturbing thought: whatever the village was, it was beginning to feel alarmingly like home.

ooc: Slowtime is <3 :)