Living Quarters [1]

[deep_space_final]

Every station has living quarters! Find some! Yours or other peoples'. Just, if they're people who are actually playing here, ask first.

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[Locked in a Room event] [locked to Bro]

[original_fine]

It was difficult, letting go. Okay, he wasn't on his ship, but Jim needed a job to do. Things got weird when left to his own devices. Not always self-destructively so, but Jim always found work for himself. Right now he was familiarizing himself with the station's systems. The room he'd found tucked away in a corner of the living quarters was currently occupying his attention. It seemed to be relatively spartan, but had a strange concentration of necessities for a room so small so close to the main living areas. No windows, either. It was in the center of the area, no outer hull walls at all. But it was also unoccupied, and Jim was poking around the few corners when he heard someone approaching from without.

[puppetcrumpet]

Bro couldn't resist trying to find ventilation shafts and out of the way maintenance corridors to sneak around in, he was an ironic rooftop ninja after all. His mental map of this area of the ship indicated that there should be a room a round here that wasn't on the "official" map of the area. None of the walls were thick enough for this to be a completely filled in area, and on a ship, where space is limited anyways, an entire filled in area did not make sense.

He had been about to start feeling up the walls, only to come around a corner to find a door that hadn't been there before. The seams must be designed to blend into the pattern of the wall. But, of course it was already occupied. "Howdy," he will greet the stranger with an ironically sincere, yet stereotypical, Texan accent, as he enters the little room.