The shadow is cast.

[i_cant_get_out]

Grinding. Clanking. Thudding. The noise coming from the now abandoned apartment of 502 was downright nightmarish. Of course, anyone who comes to investigate is going to find Henry setting up the furniture in the room for... well, for something. God knows what it is, but he seems like he has some kind of master plan in mind for how it's all supposed

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[burbonmilkshake]

"Morning, sorry I'm late!" Faye says from the doorway. Then she pauses.

"Okay, Henry. I know that you're stronger than I am, but that is a really heavy couch. I wish you would've waited for me." She's frowning a little at him.

[i_cant_get_out]

Heny would shrug.

"Yeah. I know. But you seemed kind of busy last night. Didn't feel like bugging you with it."

He'd pause, and look back at the couch and end table. "What do you think?"

[burbonmilkshake]

"I'm usually busy on Tuesdays," she says. "But you could've waited until today to do this."

She eyes the furniture critically. "I like it. But... hm. The wall color..."

[i_cant_get_out]

"Well, I can't do much about that. Unless you have access to some paint." He'd pause. "Or do you have another idea?"

He'd tap the wall a few times. "I could have waited, but I've spent enough time doing nothing..."

[burbonmilkshake]

"I actually do have some left over from painting my apartment," she says with a grin. "It's yours if you want it."

And then she tilts her head at him. "Yeah. I guess you have, Hermit McHermitson." She nudges him.

[i_cant_get_out]

He'd chuckle. "Old habits die hard. And what colour is the paint, anyways?" Henry would look around. "I might need to re-arrange things again, depending on how dark or bright it is."

[burbonmilkshake]

"It's a pale blue," she says. "Kind of like robin's egg blue. You know, the Crayola color?"

[i_cant_get_out]

"Yeah, I know the colour. That won't require much in the way of changes." He'd take another glance over the 'studio' area of the apartment. "No real changes at all."

[burbonmilkshake]

"I'll gladly help you paint," she offers. "It's kind of a big job to do alone."

[i_cant_get_out]

"Y'know... yeah. I could use some help. Maybe get those Redfields to help us, too. Get it done quickly. I still need to set up the bedroom set up for being a dark room. Maybe go see if there are any picture frames in the other apartments."

He'd shake his head. "More work than I expected."

[burbonmilkshake]

"I'll help you look for those frames, too. And we can look for some when we go to the mall." She nods. "It's a lot of work, but I am all about the morale thing. Especially since I'm afraid there may be an attack any minute. Gotta keep it high."

Faye's as paranoid as you are, Henry. Just about different stuff.

[i_cant_get_out]

"Thanks. I figure at the mall, we can pick up the film supplies and such, and maybe some extras. I'm sure apartment 202 has to be running out of something." He'd add.

"Wait a minute. An attack? When? Is this public knowledge?"

[burbonmilkshake]

"No! Nononono, I'm just afraid there's going to be another one. I have nightmares about them. I didn't mean to scare you." She wraps her arms around herself tightly, looking at the floor.

[i_cant_get_out]

He'd pause for a moment, and take a couple steps towards her. "Look, it's alright. It's just - I wanted to make sure something bad wasn't going to happen. I'm going to have to pry the boards off of the windows for the dark room, due to the fumes. I didn't want something bad happening and myself being to blame again."

And then, awkaward silence.

[burbonmilkshake]

She exhaled heavily. "I don't think you have anything to worry about in that regard," she says, looking up after a minute with a faint smile. "But I think we both need to work on the paranoia bit."

[i_cant_get_out]

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Like I said, old habits die hard." He'd pause, and look back at the room. "You and Claire don't mind me doing this, do you?"