Blanket Fort - Room 32

[lvpd_sidle]

Courtesy of Collins, there is an abundant supply of food from the restaurant in Santa Fe.

There are cushions, blankets, and plenty of space in which to stretch out.

Outside the door is a sign: This is a Tofu-Free Zone.

And the door is unlocked.

Comments

[mitanarchist]

"That bad?" His arms are open immediately.

[the_antiangst]

"You met Whistler yet?"

[mitanarchist]

"I met him the one time, but not lately, no."

[the_antiangst]

"Suzi's right. He's basically lost it thanks to this shit."

[mitanarchist]

"Shit. All we know is that the tofu's connected to it somehow?"

[the_antiangst]

"Pretty much. People're tossing around ways to stop it, but still."

[mitanarchist]

"I'm all in favor of letting someone else deal with it once a plan of action's actually getting started."

[the_antiangst]

"Yeah. This is worse than the goddamn music."

[mitanarchist]

"Definitely sounding like it." Thank God Mark's avoiding it. Yuppie!Mark doesn't bear thinking about.

[the_antiangst]

"Yeah. I'll just... stay up here."

[mitanarchist]

"So will I. Brought enough food to last a solid week and I can run out for more."

[the_antiangst]

"You're a lifesaver, honey."

[mitanarchist]

"I do my best, baby."