Clone Gareth Tennenbaum // OC (CM/TNG-verse) // A bar-shaped space
The Door morphs into a pair of sliding doors, which whoosh open and admit a lanky young man with curly hair and a dark suit and also an armload of books. And a peeved expression which gives way to a scowl and an increasing amount of shouting.
"This was supposed to be the kitchen! I could have sworn I hit the button for the kitchen! Why do we suddenly have a bar in the first place?! ALL I WANTED WAS AN EGG SALAD SANDWICH!" Having an armload of books makes it difficult to wave his arms around in frustration, but Clone Gareth is trying.
"Wait, is that a rat with a tray of nachos?" All his flaily annoyance is forgotten as he kneels down to get a closer look. (The waitrat briefly pauses, and then skitters off.)
"This was supposed to be the kitchen! I could have sworn I hit the button for the kitchen! Why do we suddenly have a bar in the first place?! ALL I WANTED WAS AN EGG SALAD SANDWICH!" Having an armload of books makes it difficult to wave his arms around in frustration, but Clone Gareth is trying.
"Wait, is that a rat with a tray of nachos?" All his flaily annoyance is forgotten as he kneels down to get a closer look. (The waitrat briefly pauses, and then skitters off.)