Room 202
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Katara's right. They need a sparring -- something or other around here.
Tick, tock, tick, tock...
He settles in to work, updating rosters, seeineg new names added to things -- and otherwise has parked himself at the kitchen table, head bent over his work.
He's designing a complex -- buildings to be remade into more useful things. Parking, a proper building for engineering, supplie stories, a meeting hall -- and notes like COVERED WALKWAYS and WALLS and GUNPORTS IN WINDOWS.
Of course, it's all in his language so it's illiegible to nearly anyone else.
Katara's right. They need a sparring -- something or other around here.
Tick, tock, tick, tock...
He settles in to work, updating rosters, seeineg new names added to things -- and otherwise has parked himself at the kitchen table, head bent over his work.
He's designing a complex -- buildings to be remade into more useful things. Parking, a proper building for engineering, supplie stories, a meeting hall -- and notes like COVERED WALKWAYS and WALLS and GUNPORTS IN WINDOWS.
Of course, it's all in his language so it's illiegible to nearly anyone else.