[Wow, there is like. An impressive lack of anything to do here when we're not all killing each other, isn't there.
It's something Birkin knows is objectively a good thing – there's a reason "may you live in interesting times" is a curse, he knows, he knows – but that doesn't mean he has to like it; whether you're here to kill or not hardly matters, because either way you'd think that they'd at least be provided with slightly more worthwhile toys.
But that doesn't mean he's completely unable to entertain himself; he spends a fair amount of time in the art gallery today, either because he's trying very hard to edify his soul or he's contemplating something that is probably not the greatest idea in the world. Maybe both. Either way, there's going to be an investigation happening in here if no one minds, at some point or another.
Otherwise...well, one can't spend all of one's time being a Fucking Mistake with priceless pieces of art(?), and when he's not doing anything he's doing in there he can be found a few places; since he's apparently the only one of y'all with any fucking taste, he'll have the jazz going in the lounge while he's in there – he's got a couple of books from the library with him (nothing too conspicuous, though he's got a few of those criminal method...things with him just for the sake of seeing what on earth is in them) and he's largely ignoring the nature slideshow, though he's morbidly curious about who's going to try to beat up the television today, seeing as we all apparently just fucking hate screens in here.
Otherwise, he can be found later in the evening in the laundry room of all goddamn places; he's jumped up to sit on top of one of the unused machines, and he's got some paper and pens out with him, and he looks like he's just...working on notes in here. Which is kind of a weird place to be working on them, if we're honest, and he's also in his goddamn mid-thirties and chilling on top of the machinery like a teenager while he does it, but you know what, he's not judging your lifestyles.]
Investigation
It's something Birkin knows is objectively a good thing – there's a reason "may you live in interesting times" is a curse, he knows, he knows – but that doesn't mean he has to like it; whether you're here to kill or not hardly matters, because either way you'd think that they'd at least be provided with slightly more worthwhile toys.
But that doesn't mean he's completely unable to entertain himself; he spends a fair amount of time in the art gallery today, either because he's trying very hard to edify his soul or he's contemplating something that is probably not the greatest idea in the world. Maybe both. Either way, there's going to be an investigation happening in here if no one minds, at some point or another.
Otherwise...well, one can't spend all of one's time being a Fucking Mistake with priceless pieces of art(?), and when he's not doing anything he's doing in there he can be found a few places; since he's apparently the only one of y'all with any fucking taste, he'll have the jazz going in the lounge while he's in there – he's got a couple of books from the library with him (nothing too conspicuous, though he's got a few of those criminal method...things with him just for the sake of seeing what on earth is in them) and he's largely ignoring the nature slideshow, though he's morbidly curious about who's going to try to beat up the television today, seeing as we all apparently just fucking hate screens in here.
Otherwise, he can be found later in the evening in the laundry room of all goddamn places; he's jumped up to sit on top of one of the unused machines, and he's got some paper and pens out with him, and he looks like he's just...working on notes in here. Which is kind of a weird place to be working on them, if we're honest, and he's also in his goddamn mid-thirties and chilling on top of the machinery like a teenager while he does it, but you know what, he's not judging your lifestyles.]