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Room 205, Tuesday Mid-Morning
Aug. 30th, 2016 07:33 amSo, Rhys' plans to regain the room he didn't actually want because he didn't actually want to be here... we're a success. But only because Kuzco went to class.
Whatever, it was still a success.
That would be why there was a pile of stupid looking togas and whatever else he could lift without falling over that belonged to Kuzco... were in a pile outside the door. Because pettiness was a prized trait in Hyperion employees, okay? Prized and cultivated.
And now he was able to empty hisinventory pockets to safely figure out what he still had with him. Which amounted to an ECHO eye that was shoved into the very back of a drawer, his stun baton, the old flash drive that he got from Nakayama's corpse, and Dumpy. Dumpy was getting worked on to see if there were any parts he could use without shutting the poor thing down completely.
Empathy for mostly useless robots. It was his thing sometimes.
[open because whose house? rhys' house!]
Whatever, it was still a success.
That would be why there was a pile of stupid looking togas and whatever else he could lift without falling over that belonged to Kuzco... were in a pile outside the door. Because pettiness was a prized trait in Hyperion employees, okay? Prized and cultivated.
And now he was able to empty his
Empathy for mostly useless robots. It was his thing sometimes.
[open because whose house? rhys' house!]
