Had it not been for the look on House's face and the earful he'd received for asking if the man was aware of any problems among the previously captive young women ("rescued" didn't sound quite right, given that they'd done a good job of freeing themselves), Methos would have been making rounds after breakfast. Instead he re-assessed his timing and decided to wait until the girls' self-appointed protectors had returned to their posts. If this facility was small enough for him to hear the "itch-scratching" going on in the next room all night, it was certainly small enough for him to be found, should anyone need a doctor.
Methos glanced up at the flickering lights (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/95272.html?thread=3153960#t3153960) and frowned, then knocked on the door to the so-called slaughter room. His expression suitably nervous, he pushed open the door to find the teenaged girl who apparently lived here playing with her food (some things were universal) and Kenzaki leaning against a wall.
"Good morning. Alex, isn't it? Ohayou Kenzaki-san. What an.. interesting place you have here," he remarked, glancing about the room with what might be horrified fascination. It was remarkably clean - he would have to look into which detergent she'd used, for future reference. "I don't suppose that either of you is in need of a check-up?"
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[Methos] Avoiding rounds (tag Kenzaki, Alex, open)
Date: 2006-08-24 09:28 pm (UTC)Methos glanced up at the flickering lights (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/95272.html?thread=3153960#t3153960) and frowned, then knocked on the door to the so-called slaughter room. His expression suitably nervous, he pushed open the door to find the teenaged girl who apparently lived here playing with her food (some things were universal) and Kenzaki leaning against a wall.
"Good morning. Alex, isn't it? Ohayou Kenzaki-san. What an.. interesting place you have here," he remarked, glancing about the room with what might be horrified fascination. It was remarkably clean - he would have to look into which detergent she'd used, for future reference. "I don't suppose that either of you is in need of a check-up?"