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[blindknight]

Okay, first of all, I think some of you neglected to mention that we can't fucking die. What am I supposed to think when I turn on my phone and somebody's going "oh yeah, I got murdered but I'm all better now"?

Don't get me wrong, I'm not about to go out and get my ass killed just to see what it's like, but that's kind of an important detail to leave out. Jesus.

[ There's a bit of an awkward pause here. He sort of doesn't have a segue for this. ]

Aaaaanyway... somebody wanna help me set up a keyboard? Some fucking Shadow dropped it, and I'm not going to ask what it was doing with my keyboard, but I'll take it. I'm in room 414 in the hotel.

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[caliberill]

It's part of my charm. [Looking inside, he lifts his brows at the lack of light, turns to Lindsey and he's about to make an off-handed comment about it but then-- oh. Lindsey's...

Oh.]

That why you never have the video on? [He's so subtle.]

[blindknight]

You get a C-minus in humor, but an A-fucking-plus in observation.

[caliberill]

Thanks, I try.

[He scoffs a little, shakes his head.] So where's this stuff you need moved?

[blindknight]

Far wall. [ he does have the decency to flip on the light, motioning to the wall where the TV and dresser and the like sit. It's a bit cramped and disorganized with the addition of a decently-sized piano keyboard. ]

[caliberill]

Alright, I can work with this. [Hands on his hips, he takes a survey of the room, figuring out how this can work.]

I'm not a room designer or anything, but we can definitely make it fit. Anything specific you want somewhere?

[blindknight]

I'm not real picky about aesthetics, Nate. [ His tone is dry as he leans against one wall ]

As long as you don't go shoving things across the room, I don't really care. I just need a decent path, and to have the furniture easy to navigate.

[caliberill]

Maybe I'll make a maze for you. [It's a joke as he looks over to Lindsey, then back to the furniture. Don't mind if he starts moving some stuff now.]

Really though, I can do that. Can't help it if you bump into corners, though..

[blindknight]

I can live with that. I gotta learn where things are somehow.

[caliberill]

[There's the sounds of Nate dragging some things over, just rearranging them - he's mapping out how the other can reach things more easily as he moves, looking over.]

Not to be an ass, but how do you get around Prospero, Lindsey?

[blindknight]

Same way I do everything- practice.

[caliberill]

[Pushing the dresser a little, he looks over to the man.]

Geeze.. You're braver than I am, I'll say that. [He can't imagine being blind - it's pretty daunting, he doesn't like it.] Anything else you need moved?

[blindknight]

It's either go out and learn, or become a total shut-in. [ He didn't get this far for the latter to happen. ]

I think I'm good. Thanks for your help, man.

[caliberill]

Second one doesn't sound as fun as a guy would think you know? [Brushing his hands together, he nods out of impulse.]

Yeah, no problem. I'd ask if you wanted to get a drink or something, but I gotta go finish up another job I have right now.

[blindknight]

[ Nate, he's only 20 :| ]

Not more treasure hunting, is it?

[caliberill]

[SO? One more year - Lindsey can just order the kid-friendly drinks, then. 8| ]

Nah, not this time - building a thing kind of job. And what's wrong with treasure hunting?