I bet you didn't think so I command you to. [Closed]
Characters: Prof. J. Hojo (Unsoundmind) and Othar Tryggvassen (Killallsparks).
Content: Othar and Hojo play chess! And talk. Possibly angrily.
Setting: The Amestris, in a lounge. There'd better be one. =|
Time: Evening, probably. Idk when, when the ruckus with the saboteurs is over? Idk.
Warnings: Potential for violence, grumpy old men, not grumpy old men. Science!
It had been a long day. Actually, it had been a long week. Between work in the Infirmary, the typical kind that doctors usually have to put up with, and the technology in there going haywire, Hojo was feeling slightly grumpier than usual. Which is a rather scary concept considering his usual less than shining, happy mood.
He entered the lounge, still dressed in his white coat and found himself somewhere to sit. He wasn't one for spending time in the company of other people, but sometimes a sofa and a cup of coffee was all one needed to feel a little less angry. He also had a small pile of notes with him, which he set down on the coffee table in front of him, but they weren't all that important. Just an inventory of his current supplies and what he might need to stock up on.
Well, certain things had gotten broken, unfortunately.
Content: Othar and Hojo play chess! And talk. Possibly angrily.
Setting: The Amestris, in a lounge. There'd better be one. =|
Time: Evening, probably. Idk when, when the ruckus with the saboteurs is over? Idk.
Warnings: Potential for violence, grumpy old men, not grumpy old men. Science!
It had been a long day. Actually, it had been a long week. Between work in the Infirmary, the typical kind that doctors usually have to put up with, and the technology in there going haywire, Hojo was feeling slightly grumpier than usual. Which is a rather scary concept considering his usual less than shining, happy mood.
He entered the lounge, still dressed in his white coat and found himself somewhere to sit. He wasn't one for spending time in the company of other people, but sometimes a sofa and a cup of coffee was all one needed to feel a little less angry. He also had a small pile of notes with him, which he set down on the coffee table in front of him, but they weren't all that important. Just an inventory of his current supplies and what he might need to stock up on.
Well, certain things had gotten broken, unfortunately.