Operation Vulcan Den - Accomplished
HQ seems quite intact, despite the "loving" touches Loki seems to have made. His phone number has been sprayed upon the ceiling over my bed. There also appears to be tampering with my tea, so it shall be promptly disposed off. Pleasant as the stay with Set was, I'm rather glad to once more roam my own hallways.
And I missed the view. Never thought I'd muse as such to an ocean. More so when one considers the hours spent not moving after sea salt found itself at home in freshly dug scratches from feline claws.