Put away those typewriters.

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

[Clark is just standing there, staring.  (Which he is good at.)  He has his suit jacket in one hand and his other is on the door he just came through, which he could have sworn was the door to his office.  Where he is standing now, though, most definitely does not look like any room in his house.]


What in the...?

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[contraltoflute]

The Luke who was staying with me chose to do so. Now, I'm staying with one of the Laytons, and he has Lukes staying with him as well.

So in answer to your question, I'm not playing at anything.

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

Why would Hershel have you stay with him?

[contraltoflute]

[She flinches visibly.]

...because he's met my Layton.

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

Yours...?

[contraltoflute]

The one from my world, yes. I wouldn't lay claim to him in any other way, though.

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

It's none of my business anyway, I'm sure.

[contraltoflute]

Quite.

[She sighs a little.]

Anyway. You'll need a room.

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

I don't intend to stay here!

[contraltoflute]

Well you can't leave, so staying is basically your only choice.

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

I can go back the way I came.

[contraltoflute]

Try it. You'll just wind up right back here.

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

[He tries it anyway.]

[contraltoflute]

[Descole just waits for the DR to dump him back there.]

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

Well... it seems you were correct.

[contraltoflute]

Yes. So, a room.

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

I suppose...

[contraltoflute]

I... guess you can probably come stay up with Layton. Doubt he'd mind.

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

A familiar face would be very welcome right now.

[contraltoflute]

I highly doubt he's your Layton, for the record.

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

For his sake, I hope not. I wouldn't wish this strangeness on anyone, especially not a friend.

[contraltoflute]

[She snorts lightly, turning away.]

Come on, then. There's more than enough room up there. Don't mind Clive, he might still be chained up.

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

...

[No part of that sentence sounded reassuring.]

[contraltoflute]

For what it's worth, I think he asked for it.

[She shrugs.]

Anyway, come on.

[fogmayor.livejournal.com]

[He follows, reluctantly.]

[contraltoflute]

[She leads him up to Monocle's floor. Clive thankfully isn't still chained up, but she still glances over to where he was with a shrug.]

Uh... some of the rooms are taken, but it should be pretty obvious with a look.