MCA Apartment #4 - Later Saturday Morning
Simmons had found a signal of somebody from Red army over his headset and he was determined to find who it was. Perhaps it was Sarge and then the two of them could figure out a way to get back to Blood Gulch. That'd be great! Or maybe it was Grif and then Simmons could rule over him and they could start their own base. That'd be even better! Simmons climbed up to the third floor of an apartment building and stopped at #4 and knocked.
"Cominnnnnnnnng!" said a familiar voice from inside. The door was thrown open and standing there...
...was Donut.
"Oh my god! Simmons!" Donut squealed. "You've found me! Are you going to take me back to base? Or are you stuck here too? I've got an extra bedroom, we could be like roommates! We can watch Project Runway together and think up ideas for clothes and then have our own little Project Runway right here in the apartment. Isabel can be Heidi Klum! And the eye-patch guy who owns the place can be our Tim Gunn! He can tell us to make it work and, oh my god, we so will!"
"I've died and gone to hell," Simmons groaned.
[Establishy!]
"Cominnnnnnnnng!" said a familiar voice from inside. The door was thrown open and standing there...
...was Donut.
"Oh my god! Simmons!" Donut squealed. "You've found me! Are you going to take me back to base? Or are you stuck here too? I've got an extra bedroom, we could be like roommates! We can watch Project Runway together and think up ideas for clothes and then have our own little Project Runway right here in the apartment. Isabel can be Heidi Klum! And the eye-patch guy who owns the place can be our Tim Gunn! He can tell us to make it work and, oh my god, we so will!"
"I've died and gone to hell," Simmons groaned.
[Establishy!]