Gilbert G.P. Guilford (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} by_your_command) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} marinasylum,@ 2010-05-25 13:44:00 |
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[ Action | Open ]
[In between the duties assigned to him by the robots, Guilford had been making the time to use the terminals in the computer lab in order to draft his report on the events that the Knights who were here, and Cornelia, did not bear witness to. It was a lot of work, and several stacks of papers already piled up on the desk of the terminal he was using today. Even with his restraints off, he had to finish this, so he eschewed all manner of social activity in order to accomplish his goal.
After realized he had run out of water, he stood up from the chair, taking his glasses off for a moment while he rubbed at the corners of his eyes. Perhaps he should take a break...]
[ Action | Closed ]
[While it was true that he was staying in a room direct opposite of the Britannian princesses, apprehension and his busy schedule had prevented him from visiting sooner. There had been a few times where he stood in his doorway, much like now, contemplating walking the short distance and knocking on the door. Something about seeing Euphemia in person just unnerved him, perhaps more so than discovering Cornelia here, without her memories of the time after her re-appearance back home.]
[One deep breath later, he approached and rapped on the door, calling out quietly.] Lady Euphemia, it is Guilford. May I enter? [He probably should have called first, but that felt even stranger, as he resided so close by.]