Who: Anders and Carmen What: A Tour of the Hotel When: Wednesday Evening Where: Carmen's room to start, then all over! Warnings: Probably language, possible wartime flashbacks Status: In Progress
Anders woke up in the library, where he'd fallen asleep. Books and books were piled around the library next to many half empty shelves; it had taken him a while to figure out that they were sorted into 'sections'. Sections, there being so many each would take up several towers of shelves. It was unbelievable.
After working that system out, instead of taking down every book in the place, he'd kept searching until he'd found medical textbooks, then marked the shelf by dragging a chair in front of it. Then he'd spent the rest of his waking night by the fire, slowly paging through the medical texts with the most pictures, more of them piled around him. Two empty rum bottles had been full at the start of the night, and the sheet he'd been displaced in was under the chair, with all of his clothes and possessions neatly packed inside of it. All but the large Alliance rifle, which leaned against the wall near the fireplace, more or less within easy reach.
He'd studied the books intently. The little lines on the pages made no sense to him, for the most part, but he was determined to understand them. Comparing them to the pictures of things he recognized, all to do with the human body, he was sure he'd eventually crack the code. Somehow.
Eventually he'd fallen asleep, leg hung over one arm of the chair surrounded by his own fortress of books, and when he woke up midmorning he felt the ache of having been still for too long.
Getting up he stretched, yawning widely and scratching his chin. Then he'd drank deeply from a third bottle of rum before refilling his flask. It was time for a walk, to ease the bruised and stiff muscles in his legs.
He staggered for a few moments, the shrapnel leg being particularly stubborn this morning, but he knew where he was going and he had an idea on how to spend the short break he was on.
It wasn't long before he was in front of Carmen's door, recognizing the numbers on it. He knocked, then leaned backwards until he heard a "pop" from his spine.
"Ouch," he grunted, then grumbled under his breath for a moment before smirking at himself. He was getting old.