So it is done

Similarities

Jonathan's restless, tired wakefulness gave way to a restless slumber, before being interrupted again when the sun just broke through the windows. Jonathan woke up – still sleepy, but seemingly even more tired than yesterday.

Blinking slightly before looking around, as if trying to remember where he was now, the answer did make its way to Jonathan's mind.

We are still here, in Vacuo

Jonathan covered his eyes, exhaling slowly before he did rise, making his way to the shower room, wobbling slightly in his sleep.

So, we chose inaction, after all? Are we just going to do nothing until the very end? Until circumstances finally force our hand to decide?

There was no toothbrush in the room and Jonathan, seeing this fact, stretched out his hand, not even looking to see the necessary hygiene item appear in his hand, and began his usual morning routine.

Day after day, day after day...

When he finished showering – he was still tired but at least more awake, Jonathan looked around himself before leaving his room, closing it behind him, and going downstairs. To the half-empty hotel lounge, which was also an eatery within the hotel itself.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock... Is wasting our time really the wisest thing to do right now?

Ordering tea and a couple of scones, Jonathan walked slowly, leaning on his cane all the while, so familiar in his hand, to an empty table. And yet, even when he finally sat down, Jonathan was still lost in thought.

Jonathan, inside that cane, holds a weapon that only sci-fi writers and madmen have written about. You have enough power right now to snap your fingers, and solve all sorts of problems.

The tea appeared a couple of seconds later, along with the scones – or maybe it was minutes later? The passage of time, Jonathan could no longer sense.

Why did Jonathan Goodman hesitate?

The tea turned out to be tasteless – at least it seemed so to Jonathan.

Could Jonathan Goodman have doubts?

The half-eaten scones, also tasteless and dry, took away the rest of Jonathan's appetite, causing him to rise, silently throwing some money on the table. Jonathan wasn't even sure how much he had thrown on the table before he headed away.

And you're Jonathan Goodman?

***

Summer Rose yawned mightily as she walked leisurely back towards her hotel, the one that she didn't sleep in last night. Still, as she moved, she still looked around at her surroundings carefully. Of course, after Qrow's shift on duty and watching the horde's movements overnight, she was sleepy. But, after another yawn, she still continued to look around the shops and stalls, trying to track down anything among the buildings that was open even at the current early hour, where she could find a souvenir suitable for her daughters.

I mean, of course sweets or the likes were a sure bet – but beyond that, she would want to find something else, something more substantial.

For Yang? If we're talking about something only found in Vacuo, and the value of which she could appreciate...

Maybe a stuffed scorpion?

Summer shrugged slightly – the huge deathstalkers were a problem, but a familiar one. They were huge and slow enough for a Hunter of her level, but the small, nimble scorpions that could crawl up your sleeve if you put your hand in the sand... Brr, she could feel her goosebumps rising just imagining the sensation.