Igor Warehouse, Friday from noon
Igor had raced back from class to throw open the doors to his warehouse, the best thing about it being a warehouse that it did, in fact, have very large double ones. He'd spent the night before tidying away anything he thought might put their volunteers off, including throwing sheets over the various jars of stuff.
The machine, all gleaming metal wires and glass tubes, had pride of place in the very centre of the warehouse, a chair at each end with a wired-up leather cap hanging on its back.
Everything was ready. Now all he needed were his volunteers.
[ooc: plz wait for We have extensive OCD]
The machine, all gleaming metal wires and glass tubes, had pride of place in the very centre of the warehouse, a chair at each end with a wired-up leather cap hanging on its back.
Everything was ready. Now all he needed were his volunteers.
[ooc: plz wait for We have extensive OCD]