Lobby, back and forth to Apartment 8 - Friday

[nam_flyer]

Murdock didn't have much to move in. Or so he kept telling himself. Yet it seemed to take forever to get his stuff from the lobby to the apartment. Mostly he had some books, his stereo with the tapes and records, clothes, random holiday decorations, tools...

Good lord, had the plane been that full? And the cabbie had not been amused by all the

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[decadentbohemia]

Greta stepped off the elevator into the lobby to notice a pile of moving boxes with legs. She paused for a moment and frowned, trying to make sense of it and then noticed the rest of the body behind the boxes belonged to a man. "Hello darling!' she called out to him from where she stood. "You must be new here."

[nam_flyer]

Murdock paused, peering over the top of the box he was carrying. Oooo, pretty lady!

"Hey yourself darlin'," he grinned back. "And yah, I'm new is me. How could ya tell?"

[decadentbohemia]

Greta smiled at the man and then pointed nonchalantly. "You're all...How do you say," she looked up trying to find the words, "Boxy," she said finally, looking back at him and let out a soft sound of amusement at her own word.

She walked over to the front desk and peered into the office. "Have you seen a girl? She has brown hair. Her name is Faith."

[nam_flyer]

He chuckled. "Yah, there's a few more than I remember. Didn't seem like so much when I packed 'em all up."

Putting the box down, he wandered over to the office and looked in as well. "Nope. Can't say that I have. You're the first person I've run into so far." He turned to Greta, swept his hat off and gave her a little bow. "Murdock. Always a pleasure to meet a fine lady."

[decadentbohemia]

Greta turned to face him and decided quickly that she liked this Murdock guy. "Greta, a pleasure. Do you see all this?" she waved her hand in a slow gesture around the room. "Apparently I own all this. And there's supposed to be a girl. This Faith. She's supposed to get your information." She sighed, as if saying as much as she had, had tired her out.

[nam_flyer]

She owned it? And he'd just made a huge mess in her lobby?

"...I don't know any Faiths. I just got a key and this letter," which he pulled from a jacket pocket and held out to her. "Er ... sorry 'bout the mess," he thumbed back toward the boxes.

[decadentbohemia]

"Oh fabulous darling. Then she has been doing her job. And no," she said, waving her hand, "Don't worry about a thing. You mess if you want to mess. You just make yourself at home. We're so happy to have you darling."

She winked at Murdock, walked back over to the elevator and pushed the button. "You need anything? You come visit Greta." The doors opened and she stepped inside. "Top floor," she called out as the doors closed.

[nam_flyer]

He just stood there for minute, blinking. Did she just say to make a mess if he wanted? How odd.

"Top floor huh?" he said to himself. "I think I'll remember that," he said, grinning as he went back to hauling boxes.