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[oom: home.]
When Wes walks through the door, he was expecting the floor on the other side to be a few inches lower. This wouldn't be much of a problem normally -- he does manage to catch himself by taking a quick step to the side -- but he's also carrying a pile of datacards, which he doesn't manage to catch.
He stares dismally at them as they scatter across the floor, then runs a hand through his hair. All right, he'll crouch down, he'll scoop them all up, then he'll go home. It's been a month, but at the moment, he's still pretty willing to give this place another month or so without him.
One card is under a nearby table, though, and he can't quite reach it even when he stretches.
Naturally, instead of crawling forward to get it, he waves his hand Jedi-style to see if it'll fly back to him.
Well ... it might.
[ooc: after tomorrow, slowtime = very very slow. but, here tonight and tomorrow morning!]
When Wes walks through the door, he was expecting the floor on the other side to be a few inches lower. This wouldn't be much of a problem normally -- he does manage to catch himself by taking a quick step to the side -- but he's also carrying a pile of datacards, which he doesn't manage to catch.
He stares dismally at them as they scatter across the floor, then runs a hand through his hair. All right, he'll crouch down, he'll scoop them all up, then he'll go home. It's been a month, but at the moment, he's still pretty willing to give this place another month or so without him.
One card is under a nearby table, though, and he can't quite reach it even when he stretches.
Naturally, instead of crawling forward to get it, he waves his hand Jedi-style to see if it'll fly back to him.
Well ... it might.
[ooc: after tomorrow, slowtime = very very slow. but, here tonight and tomorrow morning!]