(no subject)
Trowa walks in the door, and fails to blink.
(This may or may not have been where he was intending to come. But either way, he seems amenable, or at least unruffled.)
He's holding a slim electronic tablet which might, to someone from the early 21st century of Earth, look a lot like an e-reader; this is because that's precisely the kind of thing it is.
He heads towards the bar. He'll acquire coffee and a table, in that order, unless he's waylaid in the process of this.
[OOC: Open till it scrolls! But the mun is off to bed for the night.]
(This may or may not have been where he was intending to come. But either way, he seems amenable, or at least unruffled.)
He's holding a slim electronic tablet which might, to someone from the early 21st century of Earth, look a lot like an e-reader; this is because that's precisely the kind of thing it is.
He heads towards the bar. He'll acquire coffee and a table, in that order, unless he's waylaid in the process of this.
[OOC: Open till it scrolls! But the mun is off to bed for the night.]