A (OTA): [you find yourself in an apartment building on the East side of town. maybe you're visiting an old friend (and maybe this IS the old friend?), but for whatever reason, just as you're getting off the elevator, one of the doors at the end of the hall opens. Jon backs out, struggling to fit his laundry basket through the door ...the pile of clothes is big enough to require a basket twice its size. as he's just about to close the door with his foot, a blur of grey and black scoots out and tears its way down the hall.
upon closer inspection, you realize it's a cat with a dirty sock dangling from its mouth]
DAMMIT! Get back here, you fuzzy little fuckhead...
B (Medical/Procedural Only):
[they've directed you to the morgue, down in the basement at the end of a small corridor. the door's open, and you can faintly pick out the sound of upbeat music, which gets louder as you get closer. once you reach the doorway, the only personnel in sight is not a tech in a labcoat and scrubs, but a short redhead in a white blazer and black slacks. his feet are up on a guerney, which holds no body, but a pile of paperwork weighted down with a bowl that looks like it was made out of an actual human skull. the bowl's full of popcorn, and he reaches up to snag a handful as he looks over the clipboard in his hands.
you're probably going to have to shout over the music.]
Dr. Jon Knight
[you find yourself in an apartment building on the East side of town. maybe you're visiting an old friend (and maybe this IS the old friend?), but for whatever reason, just as you're getting off the elevator, one of the doors at the end of the hall opens. Jon backs out, struggling to fit his laundry basket through the door ...the pile of clothes is big enough to require a basket twice its size. as he's just about to close the door with his foot, a blur of grey and black scoots out and tears its way down the hall.
upon closer inspection, you realize it's a cat with a dirty sock dangling from its mouth]
DAMMIT! Get back here, you fuzzy little fuckhead...
B (Medical/Procedural Only):
[they've directed you to the morgue, down in the basement at the end of a small corridor. the door's open, and you can faintly pick out the sound of upbeat music, which gets louder as you get closer. once you reach the doorway, the only personnel in sight is not a tech in a labcoat and scrubs, but a short redhead in a white blazer and black slacks. his feet are up on a guerney, which holds no body, but a pile of paperwork weighted down with a bowl that looks like it was made out of an actual human skull. the bowl's full of popcorn, and he reaches up to snag a handful as he looks over the clipboard in his hands.
you're probably going to have to shout over the music.]