[Room #213 - NFB]
Rory pushed her way into 213, balancing a box on one hip and holding a big bag filled with containers of red liquid. She kicked the door shut behind her, and carefully set the bag down.
She took even more care with the box, which she set in the corner beside the crosses, weapons, and supplies they had bought the day before. She bit her lip, shooting a look at the door, and threw a soft pink sheet over the rather incriminating evidence. Just in case.
She knelt to give the bouncing Vladdie a bottle, and began to stock the mini-fridge, meticulously keeping the cows' blood separate from the pigs'.
[ooc: To Anakin, this is locked.]
She took even more care with the box, which she set in the corner beside the crosses, weapons, and supplies they had bought the day before. She bit her lip, shooting a look at the door, and threw a soft pink sheet over the rather incriminating evidence. Just in case.
She knelt to give the bouncing Vladdie a bottle, and began to stock the mini-fridge, meticulously keeping the cows' blood separate from the pigs'.
[ooc: To Anakin, this is locked.]