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[mr_shipbuilder]

[OOM: Futility.]Time seems to have slipped by, unnoticed, while Thomas spent the days alone in his room. Even still, he's not unaware of what day it is; hence why he has an uncharacteristically large glass of fine brandy in front of him. The fact that it hasn't been all that long since he entered is why he's still working on his first glass

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[jackdriscoll]

Now here’s someone Jack hasn’t seen in a long time.

“Mr. Andrews?”

[mr_shipbuilder]

Thomas looks up from his books, giving Jack a weak smile. "Hullo, Jack. How are you?"

[jackdriscoll]

“I’m fine.” He tilts his head, looking at the books, and frowns. “You?”

[mr_shipbuilder]

Thomas doesn't answer, but tilts the cover of the book so Jack can see it. "Bar's choice or reading material leaves something to be desired, I'm afraid."

[rockfriend]

The back door swings open and, in a rare event, Ludo actually comes inside.

[mr_shipbuilder]

Thomas glances to his right, on hearing the door open, and does a double-take as he spots the...well, whatever it is. Perhaps he's been lulled into a kind of complacency thanks to the friendliness that others have treated him with here, but he's not afraid of the...creature, exactly. Just rather stunned.

[rockfriend]

Ludo blinks at him curiously.

[mr_shipbuilder]

Thomas blinks back.

"Um...hullo?" he says after a moment. He's not sure whether he expects a response or not.