Cubefallout, from the land of the Millitime
There's only so long that one can go worrying about one's best friend - one's mad-scientist-who-often-forgets-to-eat-and-sleep best friend - before doing something approximating detective work. Sure, it's just asking for the Bar's input, but it's better than nothing.
(It stands to reason that anyone who's been stuck here for a while would eventually get a room. Anyone who doesn't have to worry about giving the bar a mold infestation, anyway.)
And so he knocks on the appropriate door. He's got a couple of sandwiches in hand, just in case.
(It stands to reason that anyone who's been stuck here for a while would eventually get a room. Anyone who doesn't have to worry about giving the bar a mold infestation, anyway.)
And so he knocks on the appropriate door. He's got a couple of sandwiches in hand, just in case.