Who: Tarvek and Abby What: SCIENCE! Where: Mostly Abby's lab When: Just after this Warnings: SCIENCE!
He'd told the girl, Abby, where his room was, then wandered out into the hall and leaned against the wall. He could be courteous and not force her to check each of them. Since he'd found the wardrobe, he was clad again in elegant clothing, even if the cut was a bit strange to him. It was certainly better than the grimy rags he'd picked up in Castle Heterodyne. He gave a delicate shudder just thinking about that. Days wearing torn clothes. Torn, serviceable clothes. He reached out and brushed imaginary dust off the sleeve of his coat. This would do, until he could design his own.
More importantly, he was going to get to see a real lab. His fingers tingled at the prospect. He'd been working under makeshift conditions since he'd arrived here, and it was driving him mad. And not mad in the good way, obviously.
And he'd get away from the Jagers for a time, and--hopefully--avoid Tryggvassen. Honestly. It seemed that this place wanted to give him a headache. Of all the people he knew... it had to be him.