Room 414- Thursday evening
Henry's half of the room was a disaster area. To Henry, everything was in its place. Everything exactly where it needed to be, for the time being.
He got like this when doing chemical work. Any small note had to be easily accessible, thus every small note was out in the open. His log-books were all open to different pages, and strewn across the room with the notes. Beakers littered his desk, and though he supposed it might be forbidden, one was above a Bunsen burner, the contents boiling.
The windows were open wide, and the door was even left open a little for added ventilation. That might have been a mistake. A bitter chemical smell wafted down the hallway.
[ooc: Interested in learning a bit more about Henry? The door is open. (A little, but that totally counts.)]
He got like this when doing chemical work. Any small note had to be easily accessible, thus every small note was out in the open. His log-books were all open to different pages, and strewn across the room with the notes. Beakers littered his desk, and though he supposed it might be forbidden, one was above a Bunsen burner, the contents boiling.
The windows were open wide, and the door was even left open a little for added ventilation. That might have been a mistake. A bitter chemical smell wafted down the hallway.
[ooc: Interested in learning a bit more about Henry? The door is open. (A little, but that totally counts.)]