Entrance Post
"Trust me, Amita, if Larry was so worried about me getting things out of his..." As he opens the door, he turns around not to see Larry's vacant office. A bar shows up instead. A little too much space to actually exist in the space formerly known as Larry's office. It's like Larry had a parallel universe in his office, and just never told anyone. Not that this terribly surprises Charlie.
The door shuts behind him, and you have this poor, naïve mathematician left. He's a bit unkempt, and is armed with his leather messenger bag and his red-chalk holder in hand.
"Well. Um. This looks interesting... I suppose I could knock off for a few before my Statistics class."
Charlie Eppes, welcome to Milliways.
The door shuts behind him, and you have this poor, naïve mathematician left. He's a bit unkempt, and is armed with his leather messenger bag and his red-chalk holder in hand.
"Well. Um. This looks interesting... I suppose I could knock off for a few before my Statistics class."
Charlie Eppes, welcome to Milliways.