Jun 11, 2006 11:59
Now that he's actually able to, Indy is reclining along the couch in a pair of jockey shorts and his robe. The robe isn't cinched too tightly, and it reveals a set of bandages strapped across his right side.
There's not much going on; and he's absolutely reveling in it. He certainly won't be complaining about boredom for a while. Right now he's just enjoying an old Western movie, some coffee, and some cruellers. The cruellers are actually the reason he's in the wrong suite. He came to scavenge breakfasty food, found them, and then decided that this couch was closer. It's logical really.
Stampy and Cera are still exhausted from the adventure. They're sparked out in their baskets, and it's doubtful whether a stampeding herd of Triceratops would wake either of them.