Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160910210542/@comment-28358106-20160912234045

"Huh. Well, aight. Let's give it a go," she says, as they come to the gates. She approaches a guard...

Minutes later...

Awash in a sea of carbon papers, ink blotters, and stacks of forms, Los quietly fills out forms while Asja sits nearby, pulling staples from outdated dockets. She has the pulled staples sorted on the desk, arranged in immaculate rows, and is hand-straightening each one to be used again. A gentle snoring can be heard from the next room, indicating the Doc is still asleep. There is a knock at the door, and a guard stick his head in.

"Pardon the interruption, Miss Asja, but there is a Salamander here to see Mr. Hominiac. She says it's important.  Should I let her in?"

Asja looks at Los. "A Salamander? Here?  Is there something I'm unaware of?" She turns her flat gaze towards Los.