Room 303, Thursday Afternoon
Leto had buggered off to the Art Crawl for the afternoon, which meant it was Arthur's good right to abuse the room for once. It wasn't as if he was capable of doing much right now, his arm being what it was - he was confident the worst damage would be done with enough that he'd be able to deal with Romeo and the girls on Monday, but at the moment it still kept him at a less-than-usual level of activity.
At any other time, that would've meant Arthur was bored.
And he was, somewhat. Bored, that is. But the first meeting of the reserve had left a lot on his mind. Flying folk, communications devices, all the powers they held. There was good strategy to be found in it, but first, Arthur would have to wrap his mind around the insanity.
He picked another strawberry out of his bowl and leaned back on his bed with the book on air tactics. It was going to take a while before his mind caught on.
Not that he'd admit to that aloud.
[[ open door, open post, sure! might be slow due to futzy nets ]]
At any other time, that would've meant Arthur was bored.
And he was, somewhat. Bored, that is. But the first meeting of the reserve had left a lot on his mind. Flying folk, communications devices, all the powers they held. There was good strategy to be found in it, but first, Arthur would have to wrap his mind around the insanity.
He picked another strawberry out of his bowl and leaned back on his bed with the book on air tactics. It was going to take a while before his mind caught on.
Not that he'd admit to that aloud.
[[ open door, open post, sure! might be slow due to futzy nets ]]