Travis no longer felt comfortable staying for long periods of time in his room. He didn't like the fact that he had a roommate, someone who was almost always there and had to have noticed the change in his physical appearance. Who would want his ring and who would be denied before Travis gave that up.

He'd left as soon as the sun had peeked out over the horizon and was just now sitting down for the first time in hours. He was cagey and curt when talking to the guy behind the counter. He didn't seem to mind which was probably just a sign of how customer service could desensitize you to people who weren't the friendliest.

He'd taken his drink and positioned himself against a wall so no one could sneak up on him and so he could see people that came in and passed by the window. Travis tapped the ring against the table, a nervous habit that he'd explain away as something to constantly remind him of what was dear to him.

Travis took a sip of the drink. Not bad, not bad.

[Open]

It wasn't necessarily the smartest thing to do to head to the beach when it was spitting snow but Travis wasn't the smartest person. He'd also never been able to see the beach when it snowed so he was taking advantage of it while he could.

He'd bundled up in several layers (a lesson learned from many snowstorms back home) and didn't really feel the bite of the cold save for against his cheeks, which had pinked up since he'd stepped foot on the sand. The waves still rolled, looking like they didn't give a care about the snow falling atop them.

The sand was cold underneath his fingers and Travis pushed some up into a haphazard sandcastle. Most of all, he just enjoyed the quiet noises of the waves rolling and the wind blowing. He was going to be a popsicle when he went back to his room but he was just going to walk around and let the snow fall on and around him.

There would be absolutely no skinny dipping today. Not for him, at least.

[Open place/post]

Travis had almost been bowled over by a rickshaw decked out in bright, blinking lights and garland. He hadn't escaped unscatched despite avoiding the potential rickshaw/pedestrian incident. The driver had tossed what seemed like a ton and a half of tinsel on him as he'd rolled past.

Travis was still pulling it out of his hair and off his jacket as he pushed into JGOB. The staff member behind the counter tried to suppress his laughter which Travis appreciated. He shook some more tinsel out of his hair and got something warm to drink and sweet to eat. With that done, he wandered over to a chair near the window where he could eat in peace and avoid any more tinsel incidents.

No one needed anymore tinsel incidents.

[Open, ofc]

Travis knew he'd probably get lost but he couldn't stop himself. He wanted to see what this place had and if he got lost, well, he figured someone would find him. Eventually. But, he hadn't gotten lost. No, what had happened was that he'd found a place that sold ice cream.

Pushing his way in, he ran up to the counter, hands pressed on the glass and breath fogging up the clear surface. The person behind the counter look bemused and knowing. Travis knew he didn't have any money but he really wanted some ice cream so he was pleasantly surprised when the person behind the counter gave him a large cone. On the house.

"Thank you!" Travis said, already digging into the ice cream and feeling his teeth and lips instantly chill. He made his way over to a table, climbed up onto it and went about eating his ice cream. Maybe he'd save some for dinner or maybe he'd get another one!

Had to finish the first one, though.

[Open]

Jeremy didn't know where he was but he found he didn't care either. He'd woken up in a different bed staring up at a different ceiling and decided that he must have had too much to drink the previous night and this was the universe's way of punishing him. Fuck the universe, anyway.

After pulling himself out of bed, Jeremy had stumbled into town, looking for anyone familiar. There was no Grill, no Elena, no Salvatores and no -- He blinked and shook his head. Everyone left him. It wasn't anything unexpected.

Jeremy picked up a few things outside of the Kwik Stop and was now passing time by painting the nails of one of his hands black. It was something -- His memory failed him again and he winced, rubbing at the spot above his eye. He couldn't remember why he'd done this but he was doing it nonetheless.

Maybe Anna was around and maybe she'd be okay with him changing his mind and wanting to turn. There wasn't anything else for him, was there? Maybe the life of vampire would be all velvet capes and loud music.

Or maybe he was fooling himself.

[Open, sure. Travis is now Jeremy from the eaaaaaaaaaaarly seasons of TVD.]

It seemed like a good day for Travis to make sure he could still skateboard. Before he'd died, his time on a skateboard had been absolutely nil. After, with Hatton's encouragement, he'd given it a try and found that he could actually skateboard and skateboard well. Hatton had called it muscle memory, something Jeremy Pratt's body remembered and Travis was willing to go with that even if it was creepy.

He'd woken up this morning wanting to get out of his room and out of the building and soak up some fresh air so he'd grabbed the battered board he'd picked up before leaving Kansas City and had taken it out. Most places in town were full of steps and he wasn't about to break his neck trying to be tricky around those. Not a chance.

Eventually, his feet took him to the boardwalk which provided a nice, flat surface, a great view, and good weather. Travis closed his eyes and smelled the salty sea air, let the breeze move through his hair before he opened his eyes and jumped on the board.

His body immediately remembered what was going on, what it was doing and soon enough he was skating slickly down the boardwalk, standing tall and assured. Travis didn't remember having this kind of balance before but hey, amazing what a new body could do for you, right?

[Open place & post, of course]