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[There might be the sound of flicking pages. Journal pages. And then -- the high-powered whiiiiirr of ... a hairdryer. It must have blown the journal to a recording page. Are you envious yet, Lucetians?
Albert had arrived in his Malnosso-furnished quarters earlier and spent some time checking things out, and has been there long enough to relax. Might as well take advantage of what is available before being sent off to battle tomorrow morning, right?
The hairdryer sound goes for awhile before being shut off, though there's still nothing visible to go with all the noise.]
Hn... So they will give all of that...
[There's the soft sound of footsteps on thick carpet and then a buzz as the strategist rings for assistance. Albert's request is muffled by his bath towel.
But there's no mistaken the rumbling vibration of something shaking the walls. Albert opens the door to his previously-empty storage room.
The door is loudly slammed shut.
...
...And the door is opened again.
......]
...There is an owl in my room.
[ooc: Drafted people, feel free to post your initial reactions to your own rooms in this post if you don't want to make your own entries. o/ If you want to interact with other drafted people, just drop a note in your comment or make your character available.]
Albert had arrived in his Malnosso-furnished quarters earlier and spent some time checking things out, and has been there long enough to relax. Might as well take advantage of what is available before being sent off to battle tomorrow morning, right?
The hairdryer sound goes for awhile before being shut off, though there's still nothing visible to go with all the noise.]
Hn... So they will give all of that...
[There's the soft sound of footsteps on thick carpet and then a buzz as the strategist rings for assistance. Albert's request is muffled by his bath towel.
But there's no mistaken the rumbling vibration of something shaking the walls. Albert opens the door to his previously-empty storage room.
The door is loudly slammed shut.
...
...And the door is opened again.
......]
...There is an owl in my room.
[ooc: Drafted people, feel free to post your initial reactions to your own rooms in this post if you don't want to make your own entries. o/ If you want to interact with other drafted people, just drop a note in your comment or make your character available.]
