Mr. Gold {Rumpelstiltskin} (
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3rd Contract [Wandering from room, holodeck, ten-forward, halls]
For the most part Gold has been keeping to his room, occasionally reading actual books, occasionally finally deigning to poke at the PADD to figure out how it worked and learning what he could from it. When he wasn't reading, he would spin on the wheel. Of course, the latter activity typically left him with a byproduct that he should perhaps looking into a means of using. Unfortunately, given the confined area and the lack of any obvious need of wealth, he was at a small loss at how to go about bartering the gold away.
When he wasn't in his room, he could likely be found either wandering the limited area of halls he was allowed to roam, debating on if he should even bother continuing the program he'd begun crafting within the Holodeck, or seated within Ten Forward (more for the chance to see his son, or failing that, to observe the 'natives', than any desire for other company).
During one of his trips to the lounge, he'd discovered what had first seemed to bear some relationship to a chess set. How one actually played on the strange board was something he was still working on fully figuring out. When he's not paying much mind to the crowd around him in the lounge, he's studying the set up and trying to figure out its rules and strategies. His first few attempts at actually playing versus the computer had ended in abject failure, perhaps if he had someone who knew the game to play against and question, he might actually learn how to at least give the damn computer a decent challenge the next time he bothered to play against it.
(ooc: feel free to talk with the man anywhere in the areas mentioned, just tell me where either in subject header or your tag!)
When he wasn't in his room, he could likely be found either wandering the limited area of halls he was allowed to roam, debating on if he should even bother continuing the program he'd begun crafting within the Holodeck, or seated within Ten Forward (more for the chance to see his son, or failing that, to observe the 'natives', than any desire for other company).
During one of his trips to the lounge, he'd discovered what had first seemed to bear some relationship to a chess set. How one actually played on the strange board was something he was still working on fully figuring out. When he's not paying much mind to the crowd around him in the lounge, he's studying the set up and trying to figure out its rules and strategies. His first few attempts at actually playing versus the computer had ended in abject failure, perhaps if he had someone who knew the game to play against and question, he might actually learn how to at least give the damn computer a decent challenge the next time he bothered to play against it.
(ooc: feel free to talk with the man anywhere in the areas mentioned, just tell me where either in subject header or your tag!)
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Hearing that their marriage was just as much a lie, that she'd never actually cared or loved him during it, well, he'd lost reason, let his anger dictate his actions. The unfortunate result being her death. Part of him, deep down, still claimed the woman had brought her demise upon herself, though he'd never state such a claim aloud to be heard by anyone.
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Somehow, standing here in this simulated town, with evidence of a new woman in his father's life, is reminding him of everything he never had. Everything he wants now but still can't have because he's stuck here, and because Henry won't talk to him.
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The words were spoken to no one seemingly, but seconds after they'd been spoken, the library they had been standing in abruptly vanished around them to reveal them standing within a reasonably sized dark walled room bearing a yellow grid like pattern covering it's floor and walls, door visible just a few feet away off to one side.
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He starts for the door, having nothing else to say.
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Perhaps with time and space given to think on his own, his son will come to terms with this new revelation and be willing to at least tolerate his presence more, if not forgive him.
The result of the conversation has also currently soured any desire to further work on the 'program' containing his Storybrooke. Thus he also sets out for the door to depart the holodeck himself.
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Once he reaches the hallway, he heads in the direction of the turbolifts and his living quarters, not looking back.