On the street outside MHA, Sunday morning
Jake had woken up early, and gone to the Perk to see if they had any coffee left. Luckily they'd managed to find enough that he was currently sipping a hazelnut mocha. He might have tried going without coffee for a night, but he hadn't liked it much. If he knew what it was, he might have described his resulting mindset as "knurd". But he didn't, so all he knew was that today would have coffee. A lot of coffee.
On his way to the Perk, he'd walked past the MHA, and he'd recognized the place. Not the appartments, particularly, but the place itself.
So now he was standing on the street, drinking his coffee, and thinking about the Great Post-It War of 2005.
[OOC: Open for all!]
On his way to the Perk, he'd walked past the MHA, and he'd recognized the place. Not the appartments, particularly, but the place itself.
So now he was standing on the street, drinking his coffee, and thinking about the Great Post-It War of 2005.
[OOC: Open for all!]