[Daedalus has another hour or so to spare before he should be heading over to Skye...so his doctor's coat is hanging neatly on the peg stand beside the door, but he's in cotton medical scrubs for now, a little bleary, trying to wake himself up and keep things in order before their guest arrives.
No offense to the probably fascinating Burmecian Knight, he holds little against Fratley and won't be too grumpy about the arrangements...but he's still privately forelorn at losing Re-l's company for a few days in the tradeoff.
'It would be improper.' She'd said. At least he could be grateful she was so comfortable in cohabitation with her longtime friend and doctor.]
Sir Fratley.
[He smiles tiredly, trying not to stare, ushering him inside-
The apartment is modern, a comfortably minimalist sofa, coffee table, reading chair...white, smooth lines, a countertop with stools and a small kitchen, clean because they haven't really made great strides to mastering the art of cooking, and because Romdeau citizens tend to be a bit compulsive about keeping things like dishes and tea mugs in their proper place and not strewn about unwashed.
The wall behind the sofa has a tube of lighting installed beneath it, angled to project images up onto the wall, to cut the bland stretch of white- right now, it's displaying virtual fishtank of sorts.
There are vertical blinds and a small sliding glass enclosed, well darkness-proofed balcony. It's a nice northward view of the fourth district, the island's main broadcasting and radio tower only a few blocks away.]
[action post, back-dated to October 18th or so]
No offense to the probably fascinating Burmecian Knight, he holds little against Fratley and won't be too grumpy about the arrangements...but he's still privately forelorn at losing Re-l's company for a few days in the tradeoff.
'It would be improper.' She'd said. At least he could be grateful she was so comfortable in cohabitation with her longtime friend and doctor.]
Sir Fratley.
[He smiles tiredly, trying not to stare, ushering him inside-
The apartment is modern, a comfortably minimalist sofa, coffee table, reading chair...white, smooth lines, a countertop with stools and a small kitchen, clean because they haven't really made great strides to mastering the art of cooking, and because Romdeau citizens tend to be a bit compulsive about keeping things like dishes and tea mugs in their proper place and not strewn about unwashed.
The wall behind the sofa has a tube of lighting installed beneath it, angled to project images up onto the wall, to cut the bland stretch of white- right now, it's displaying virtual fishtank of sorts.
There are vertical blinds and a small sliding glass enclosed, well darkness-proofed balcony. It's a nice northward view of the fourth district, the island's main broadcasting and radio tower only a few blocks away.]
Come in...ah- make yourself comfortable.