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Room 426, Saturday Morning
Mar. 11th, 2012 01:25 am"Did someone get the number of the truck that hit me?" Wally asked as he sat up, rubbing the back of his head. He looked around the room. This wasn't his place. Or his van. Or the Watchtower. Or...you got the idea.
Waking up in unfamiliar surroundings meant that there was probably something nefarious afoot, or at the very least a mystery that needed solving.
His stomach rumbled.
A mystery that needed solving after breakfast.
[OOC: Mostly establishy but open.]
Waking up in unfamiliar surroundings meant that there was probably something nefarious afoot, or at the very least a mystery that needed solving.
His stomach rumbled.
A mystery that needed solving after breakfast.
[OOC: Mostly establishy but open.]
