All or Nothing
When it comes down to the bare essentials, as it were, we're all creatures of habit. So, after some diligent perusal of the names on the list Alcina gave him, Lorne picked out familiar ground. China Town; the address just a few twists and turns from his favorite place to find a nice chai latte on a Sunday evening. Not like he goes out much, but he tries not to lose touch with the world outside his vagrant club.
So, here he is, standing outside an unremarkable door in a similarly unremarkable alley, lit only by the colorful neon signs of the busy street around the corner. Not very illuminating, those things.
He isn't sure what's worse, the bamboo rug in front of the door, saying "WELCOME" in entirely too elaborately 'Oriental' letters (because there's kitsch, and then there's kitsch), or the fact he's come to China Town to have his procedure done.
Well. Here goes. He presses his thumb pad to the bright red button, and somewhere deep within the confines of this little unremarkable building, a bell chimes.
He just hopes it isn't Lo Pan answering the door. Because yikes, wouldn't that be awkward.
...He's spent too much time at Milliways.
So, here he is, standing outside an unremarkable door in a similarly unremarkable alley, lit only by the colorful neon signs of the busy street around the corner. Not very illuminating, those things.
He isn't sure what's worse, the bamboo rug in front of the door, saying "WELCOME" in entirely too elaborately 'Oriental' letters (because there's kitsch, and then there's kitsch), or the fact he's come to China Town to have his procedure done.
Well. Here goes. He presses his thumb pad to the bright red button, and somewhere deep within the confines of this little unremarkable building, a bell chimes.
He just hopes it isn't Lo Pan answering the door. Because yikes, wouldn't that be awkward.
...He's spent too much time at Milliways.