[ It is nighttime on Sunday, and the sounds of ancient wood scraping unpleasantly against the floor are loud and omnipresent! This is because Nandor is slowly, laboriously, dragging a full-ass coffin through the lobby to the elevator, then from the elevator down the hall to Suite 1, and finally, with effort, into his room. As one does. He has absolutely not helped his case by dumping all of this junk, except the mask, teacher plaque, and labcoat, into the coffin itself — which is, of course, not visible, but the arm of the chicken costume is sticking out of the side. It is entirely possible that it needs to be angled to fit through any given one of the doors! He is cursing under his breath at least once every five minutes! This is what he deserves!
... and after all that, you might find him in some more casual clothes by the lake, reading the Bible+ and turning each page gingerly, or investigating the barn. Whatever he finds in there, he's going to be deeply disappointed when he realizes there are no horses. ]
investigation
... and after all that, you might find him in some more casual clothes by the lake, reading the Bible+ and turning each page gingerly, or investigating the barn. Whatever he finds in there, he's going to be deeply disappointed when he realizes there are no horses. ]