There are exactly eighty four rooms in this house, four of which appear to be missing, and one of which (separate from those four) I can't enter even with the Vortex Manipulator. (Tony, you're a clever boy.) Sixty-nine closets, and no that irony was not lost on me. One green house, one elevator, two normal staircases, one not-so-normal (I wouldn't recommend it), two kitchens, three pantries, if you count the one with disgusting rot in it, one swimming pool, two salons, and I AM FUCKING BORED, GIVE ME SOMETHING ELSE TO DO THAN POP AROUND ROOMS, COUNTING THEM OVER AND OVER. At least I had a mission last week; Christ.
Some of you are rather adorable sleeping, for what it's worth. Better in showers when I have good timing Not that I bothered sticking around longer than half a second each room, but... Merited being said.
[Meg]
Nothing new on your snarky friend, sorry. Hopefully someone else has been more useful than me?