Dorian goes to the Community Hall once a day or so. Part of that is to get the lie of the land, to learn as much as he can about his fellow castaways. Part of that is because he's shit at feeding himself (are these berries edible?) and will happily rely on the kindness of strangers if so offered. So as he steps in and brushes the snow off of his peacoat, he looks around...eyes lingering on Darling.
He doesn't seem like the sort of person Dorian would normally talk to. To be frank, this looks like a man who spent a lot of time dealing with computers in his former life and that's something Dorian's been...hesitant to deal with since the 1960s. He'll use email, of course. You have to these days. But the more this Siri crap seems to grow, the more hesitant Dorian becomes. But, when you're stuck in a frozen hellscape, you talk to whoever is around—even if they look like the other children would bully them for their pocket change.
Walking towards Caspar, Dorian blatantly looks over the waterlogged paperback the good doctor is reading, trying to catch a glimpse of the title. "You know, I've found a few books stored away if you want something to read next. They're all Mills and Boon, housewife sort of dreck, but any port in a storm, hmm?"
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He doesn't seem like the sort of person Dorian would normally talk to. To be frank, this looks like a man who spent a lot of time dealing with computers in his former life and that's something Dorian's been...hesitant to deal with since the 1960s. He'll use email, of course. You have to these days. But the more this Siri crap seems to grow, the more hesitant Dorian becomes. But, when you're stuck in a frozen hellscape, you talk to whoever is around—even if they look like the other children would bully them for their pocket change.
Walking towards Caspar, Dorian blatantly looks over the waterlogged paperback the good doctor is reading, trying to catch a glimpse of the title. "You know, I've found a few books stored away if you want something to read next. They're all Mills and Boon, housewife sort of dreck, but any port in a storm, hmm?"