Room 632, Atlantis Resort, Late Tuesday Morning

[bitten_notshy]

Jack had toured the aquarium and then gone back to his room with the vague intention of finding a swimsuit to finally get to the beach. (He knew that was where he should be, he just ... hadn't felt up to it. There was a lot of malaise in Jack this week, and he couldn't snap out of it despite a general urge to roll his eyes at himself. It wasn't exactly news that vampires were not fluffy puppies, after all.)

He wasn't showing any signs of making it this time, either. After a half-hearted search of his drawers, he'd opened yet another tiny bottle from the minibar and was nursing a scotch as he flipped through a book on criminal profiling. He was sure it would be very interesting, if he could actually focus on the pages.

[OOC: For anyone who might want to track him down.]

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[icecoldfrost]

Someone had been avoiding her. And when he was not outright avoiding, back to acting like the Mr. Priest she'd first met back in May.

Emma was starting to lose patience with this game. A quick telepathic scan confirmed he was in his room -- most likely drinking -- so here she was, dressed in an almost-demure swimsuit and holding her towel and sunscreen as she rapped on his door. "I find myself in need of assistance, Mr. Priest, if you would be so kind as to open the door."