Room 429 - Thursday Night
Edmund really did try to avoid doing stupid things now. He was a much more grave and sensible person that he had been as a young boy and he thought things through, often too much. That didn't mean that he never did stupid and inappropriate things, like fiddling with his girlfriend's handcuffs (which, yes, made him blush just thinking about them). Not that fiddling with them was stupid in of itself. Fiddling with them that resulted in handcuffing himself to his bed frame with the key out of reach, now that was stupid.
For a good half hour, he tried in vain to reach the keys. He even thought about sitting here until Jo came to see where he was. So he waited and waited and then waited some more and eventually came to realise that Jo wasn't coming.
He was going to have to ask for help. Fandom, Edmund decided, was one giant exercise in humility.
"Hello?" he called out to the fourth floor hallway. "Is anybody there? I need a hand with something."
[OOC: For the one person he really doesn't want to meet this way.]
For a good half hour, he tried in vain to reach the keys. He even thought about sitting here until Jo came to see where he was. So he waited and waited and then waited some more and eventually came to realise that Jo wasn't coming.
He was going to have to ask for help. Fandom, Edmund decided, was one giant exercise in humility.
"Hello?" he called out to the fourth floor hallway. "Is anybody there? I need a hand with something."
[OOC: For the one person he really doesn't want to meet this way.]