Room 303, Late Monday Morning
The talking had just gone on and on the previous day, and between all the insults, confusing talk of space and, well, he didn't even know, he had finally made a decision and ended the box. At least, he presumed he had, and he felt no need to check the wreckage.
It had been a better option than option A, which involved killing everyone, and that might have been impolite, nevermind detrimental to his efforts to get out of this place. So killing the box it was, and now Arthur was granting himself a few extra hours' rest before returning to the duties of the day.
Leto was, of course, nowhere to be found. Oh well. He'd simply nick the man's dates then, as they were always so freely offered.
[[ open room, open post! ]]
It had been a better option than option A, which involved killing everyone, and that might have been impolite, nevermind detrimental to his efforts to get out of this place. So killing the box it was, and now Arthur was granting himself a few extra hours' rest before returning to the duties of the day.
Leto was, of course, nowhere to be found. Oh well. He'd simply nick the man's dates then, as they were always so freely offered.
[[ open room, open post! ]]