First Floor Lobby, Friday Morning
TELEPORTING SERVICES (NO FOG)
555-BAMF
By the door in the lobby there was still a box of gas masks that had been there since last night, a clipboard for signing them out, and a plate of crumbs that used to be butterscotch morsel cookies. The poster about them was still on the wall.
Also on the wall was a much cruder, plainer sign that Kurt had taped there.
Kurt himself was asleep lying upside-down on the couch, his feet in the air and his head hanging off by the floor. His snores almost drowned out the infomercials playing on the television, but not quite.
[OOC: Feel free to sign out a gas mask, or just mod having taken one. Also feel free to wake the sleeping mutant for Kurty-back rides.]