Rusty's Room

[rusty]

Finding his room by matching the symbol on the key to the one on the door, some kind of chess piece or something, Rusty opened the door and sighed.

It was even worse than he'd expected.

The bed was terrible, covered in fancy covers and blankets and...good God, what the hell were those? Even the closets were ornamental, covered in scrollwork and carvings. It was enough to drive a man insane.

Sighing, he shut the door, sitting down on the bed. Jeez, he was almost afraid to touch things because he might break them or something.

[deeb]

Jono's mental voice suddenly broke into Rusty's mind.

< Hey mate, we're taking a trek in the city. You want to come? We'll be downstairs getting breakfast if you want to join us. >

[rusty]

< Hey mate, we're taking a trek in the city. You want to come? We'll be downstairs getting breakfast if you want to join us. >

At the mention of breakfast, Rusty's stomach rumbled. Bread was good but it was just bread and he needed more than that. He was a growing boy, after all. Thinking loudly back at Jono, Rusty replied <I'll be there.>

Feeling Jono's mind break of the contact, Rusty suddenly realised that he had absolutely no idea where "there" was. Lost in some giant expensive building filled with old rich people. This was a really, really reassuring feeling.

Sighing, he stood up and headed downstairs. He was definitely looking forward to New York but breakfast was first.

Rusty exits to Lobby