(no subject)
[half-heartedly locked, not really]
Ha... what the hell am I doing here?
[on a scrap of paper stuck to the door]
Damian, don't touch anything of mine.
[[And he's gone for a week. To put it simply, he's exploring the island, but it's not quite so much "exploration" as it is finding out where people can live, and a bit of thinking on the side. Mods, deduct seven days of pay.]]
Ha... what the hell am I doing here?
[on a scrap of paper stuck to the door]
Damian, don't touch anything of mine.
[[And he's gone for a week. To put it simply, he's exploring the island, but it's not quite so much "exploration" as it is finding out where people can live, and a bit of thinking on the side. Mods, deduct seven days of pay.]]