Foulques nodded, then led the way inside. The hallways were as covered in graffiti as they'd always been- some of it genuinely artistic, but most of it a series of overlapping crudely scrawled words and pictures that turned the walls into a colorful jumble-, but were at least free of trash, thanks to Sun. So they had no trouble making their way through the hallways, passing the room Foulques shared with Chara and Sun, until Foulques came to a halt in front of a room a few doors down on the opposite side.
"This room will likely serve as well as any, and better than some," he said. Upon looking inside, Ian would see that it had likely been an office of some sort, though whose was impossible to tell at a glance. A battered leather chaise took up about half of one wall, and somewhat rickety-looking desk and one-armed office chair took up a decent chunk of the floorspace. A battered filing cabinet in the corner might give them an idea of who the office normally belonged to, but otherwise the room was remarkably uncluttered. Whether that was its normal state or whether anything small enough to be easily carried off had been taken by one of the remaining 'teachers' or tidied away by Sun was impossible to tell.
What its relatively spartan state revealed though, was several visible electrical outlets. Foulques set his load down inside on the floor. "Not much of a room, but it does have more places to plug in charging cords or the like than most in this poor excuse for a school," he said. "Which, given all your equipment, will likely be needed."
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Date: 2025-04-27 07:16 am (UTC)From:"This room will likely serve as well as any, and better than some," he said. Upon looking inside, Ian would see that it had likely been an office of some sort, though whose was impossible to tell at a glance. A battered leather chaise took up about half of one wall, and somewhat rickety-looking desk and one-armed office chair took up a decent chunk of the floorspace. A battered filing cabinet in the corner might give them an idea of who the office normally belonged to, but otherwise the room was remarkably uncluttered. Whether that was its normal state or whether anything small enough to be easily carried off had been taken by one of the remaining 'teachers' or tidied away by Sun was impossible to tell.
What its relatively spartan state revealed though, was several visible electrical outlets. Foulques set his load down inside on the floor. "Not much of a room, but it does have more places to plug in charging cords or the like than most in this poor excuse for a school," he said. "Which, given all your equipment, will likely be needed."