Room 417, Wednesday evening
Victor had no use for Thanksgiving. It was a pointless American celebration of help from a people they would later slaughter and steal land from. Hardly a day worth celebrating, he felt, but it did provide him with another opportunity to get back to his lab and get farther with his project.
Victor has packing and rather distracted by it. He would be leaving late tonight so he could get back to work first thing in the morning.
The door was open because he hadn't bothered closing it.
[OOC: Post is open, although a thread with a certain robo-critter is locked, please.]
Victor has packing and rather distracted by it. He would be leaving late tonight so he could get back to work first thing in the morning.
The door was open because he hadn't bothered closing it.
[OOC: Post is open, although a thread with a certain robo-critter is locked, please.]