[oom] Lazy afternoon

[justcallmefee]

The door to her room is not where she left it.

This causes a bit of consternation on Fi's part and no small amount of chuckling on Indy's part.  She finds it eventually, on the tenth floor, not the fourth where she left it.  Also, there's a big shiny number 4 on the door where there previously had only been an image of a bird on a wire.

"Well I

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[henry_jones_jr]

Indy enters, still marveling at the bridge and its view over his shoulder. Sure, she'd told him about it, but sometimes that's not enough when Milliphysics is at work. Only when he's properly inside does he look around and take stock of the room.

"Mmm. Nice place," he deems. "Very comfortable."

"I've always liked the Near East."

Not needing a second invitation to make himself at home, he drops his bag and slips his jacket off. The waistcoat and tie follow, and all three are draped over the chair at the desk.

[justcallmefee]

Fi moves through into the kitchen, wincing at the dirty plates left in the sink. She flips on the hot water and leaves it run while she rummages in the fridge.

Beer is pretty much the only thing edible therein. She grabs two of them and bumps the door closed with her hip. The opener is built into the cabinet and Indy can hear two satisfying pops as she levers off the caps.

She shuts the water off and wanders back into the main room, a little bit of the tension starting to fade from her shoulders. For some reason she doesn't want to examine too closely, his presence here is comforting.

She hands him a beer. "So what's the suit for? They're not making you earn your check, are they?"

[henry_jones_jr]

"Dunno about that," Indy chuckles. "Time doesn't actually stop in my world when I'm here. It moves on really slowly, so I have to go back every now and then to get my mail and teach a class. Or to attend faculty meetings."

He examines the label on the bottle before taking a swig. It's Hacker-Pschorr, a German Hefeweizen, and it gets an approving nod.

"First the decor, now the beer," he says. "Someone's got good taste around here."

[justcallmefee]

She shrugs, taking a swig of her own beer as she heads off towards the screened-in tub. "Bar picked it out for me. She's the absolute best. It's a wonder I ever get back to Miami."

He hears a squeaking faucet and the sound of water running. Her clothes appear draped over the top of the screen, and the kimono that was draped there disappears.

"Feel free to look around, just be careful of that box on the table. Sharps."