Ray's Room- We've Still Got The DOOM
Feb. 3rd, 2006 01:37 amFrom here.
The door opened to a room decorated in blue and brown and the occasional bit of silver. The carpet was dark blue, the bedspread a lighter one (it's a double); the desk was wooden and brown and stacked with papers. And there were the bookshelves- wire things, silver wire, stacked with reference volumes and the occasional novel and quite a few slim, very neat cases.
"That's the video disc collection over there," Ray said, pointing towards the cases. "The books are mostly reference works, not fiction. Those papers tacked to the wall over there are the blueprints and deck plans for a Firefly class interstellar freighter- I'm very proud of those. That's my crystal-growing rig in the corner, which I mostly use these days for turning silicates and water into synthetic opals for paying my Bar bill... but here."
He opened the closet and started pulling out folding chairs.
"Everybody sit down and get comfortable. This is going to need all of us if it's going to help Danny."
The door opened to a room decorated in blue and brown and the occasional bit of silver. The carpet was dark blue, the bedspread a lighter one (it's a double); the desk was wooden and brown and stacked with papers. And there were the bookshelves- wire things, silver wire, stacked with reference volumes and the occasional novel and quite a few slim, very neat cases.
"That's the video disc collection over there," Ray said, pointing towards the cases. "The books are mostly reference works, not fiction. Those papers tacked to the wall over there are the blueprints and deck plans for a Firefly class interstellar freighter- I'm very proud of those. That's my crystal-growing rig in the corner, which I mostly use these days for turning silicates and water into synthetic opals for paying my Bar bill... but here."
He opened the closet and started pulling out folding chairs.
"Everybody sit down and get comfortable. This is going to need all of us if it's going to help Danny."