Who: Rory and Drake What: Drake's going to prove that it's impossible to get lost in an apartment. Plus, he wants to see what Aubade looks like on the inside. Where: Aubade. When: Sometime after this conversation. Warnings: Hilarity. Probably swearing from Drake.
Drake had never actually stepped foot in Aubade in all the years he'd been on this side of the portal, simply because he never had reason to. He'd seen the exterior more times than he could count but beyond those gated walls was a mystery he never cared too much to investigate. At least until now. Bathos was decent enough but with the Reaver invasion it had gotten a little torn up, even though it was nothing compared to the state Hamartia had and still was in, but of all the buildings Aubade had held up the best. He'd heard about how huge the apartments were, about the multiple pools, even about the exemplary service all residents were provided. The last person he'd expected to end up living in a place like that was Warren (or whatever he was calling himself on any given day, whether it be Mike or Rorschach) considering that vigilantism wasn't a paying job.
From M. Caulfield's post about the maid, Drake had a suspicion that Rorschach had no idea how to live in a swanky place like Aubade. Who the hell got lost in an apartment, even if it did have two floors and way too many rooms for one person? Someone clearly needed to teach him how to adapt to his new surroundings, and he was just the man for the job. The Impala was still being fixed so he took a cab, aware that he probably looked out of place in his typical jeans and leather jacket but not giving a damn about it. He returned the doorman's stare with a cocky grin, the same one he used on the guards when he strolled in and informed them he was heading up to the fourth floor to see a friend. Which friend? Mike Caulfield, of course.
For someone who'd just moved into the building and wasn't even half as well-known as that billionaire Brandon, Rorschach wasn't an easy man to see. Drake spent five minutes telling the guards it was pointless to call up because it was just a waste of time - and honestly, he wasn't in the mood for phone tag. Eventually they relented and let him up, although Drake doubted they would have done it if he'd asked to see any of the rich playboys in the building. At least they were doing their job.
He took the elevator up, marveling at how damn fancy it was compared to the Bathos one, and stopped off at the fourth floor. The man he was looking for was in 404, which he found ease. Then all that was left to do was knock and wait.