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Revolutions had given him a lot to think about. And burying himself in a project was a good way of doing that. Really. Or... possibly a good way of *avoiding* that.
Around dinnertime, he sets aside his current project and heads for the door connecting 225 to 227. Opening the door, he...
finds himself entering 225 again from the hallway.
"The hell?" he blinks, and heads through the connecting door again.
And enters 225 again.
He repeats this a few times- trying to exit via the hallway door doesn't work either- he just ends up entering the room through the door from 227.
"Well, great," he mutters, flopping down on the couch in frustration. "Juuuuust great. So much for nothing crazy going on."
[ooc: just establishy, as I am now off to work until 7PST and am thus trapping Bridge in bendy reality until later.]
Around dinnertime, he sets aside his current project and heads for the door connecting 225 to 227. Opening the door, he...
finds himself entering 225 again from the hallway.
"The hell?" he blinks, and heads through the connecting door again.
And enters 225 again.
He repeats this a few times- trying to exit via the hallway door doesn't work either- he just ends up entering the room through the door from 227.
"Well, great," he mutters, flopping down on the couch in frustration. "Juuuuust great. So much for nothing crazy going on."
[ooc: just establishy, as I am now off to work until 7PST and am thus trapping Bridge in bendy reality until later.]
