[ the one room ash hasn't gone in is the study because who needs to study amirite? not the literal student, that's for sure. but he's looking for something to do, and the study is somewhere new so. here he is.
immediately zeroing in on the desk and the drawers that are so very suspiciously locked. if you wander in you'll probably catch him mid drawer rattle. the longer his attempts to get into the drawers have going on, the angrier the rattling is -- in fact the paperweights on the desk? seem to be rattling as well?
eventually, after one particularly angry shake, a couple of them roll onto the floor with various thuds and bangs. one of them even lands right on ash's foot, but he doesn't seem to react to it? weird. ]
Is there any damn thing in this place that isn't locked??
ii.
[ enter the kitchen sometime between lunch and dinner, outside of the normal food hours, and you might smell something good.
choosing to ignore the logic that having no sense of touch could actually be an issue when picking up pans or cutting stuff with a knife, ash is cooking. there are two frying pans on the burners, and two pots that are bubbling away. ]
If you're hungry sit down. I've overjudged half this stuff anyway, there's gonna be extras.
[ luckily it doesn't look like he's bleeding into anything, but there is an intense look of concentration on his face as he cracks a couple of eggs into one of the pans -- like he's really having to check to make sure he actually grabbed the eggs in the first place. ]
iii.
[ welcome to lounge. there's not much to see here, other than ash literally just. lying there in the middle of the room, looking slowly more annoyed at the ever-present jazz music coming from wherever the heck it's coming from.
there's definitely a glass of something next to him. and the liquor cabinet looks pretty raided -- doors open, some bottles (still full) discarded on the side, and a couple on the ground not too far from him. nothing to see here. ]
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[ the one room ash hasn't gone in is the study because who needs to study amirite? not the literal student, that's for sure. but he's looking for something to do, and the study is somewhere new so. here he is.
immediately zeroing in on the desk and the drawers that are so very suspiciously locked. if you wander in you'll probably catch him mid drawer rattle. the longer his attempts to get into the drawers have going on, the angrier the rattling is -- in fact the paperweights on the desk? seem to be rattling as well?
eventually, after one particularly angry shake, a couple of them roll onto the floor with various thuds and bangs. one of them even lands right on ash's foot, but he doesn't seem to react to it? weird. ]
Is there any damn thing in this place that isn't locked??
ii.
[ enter the kitchen sometime between lunch and dinner, outside of the normal food hours, and you might smell something good.
choosing to ignore the logic that having no sense of touch could actually be an issue when picking up pans or cutting stuff with a knife, ash is cooking. there are two frying pans on the burners, and two pots that are bubbling away. ]
If you're hungry sit down. I've overjudged half this stuff anyway, there's gonna be extras.
[ luckily it doesn't look like he's bleeding into anything, but there is an intense look of concentration on his face as he cracks a couple of eggs into one of the pans -- like he's really having to check to make sure he actually grabbed the eggs in the first place. ]
iii.
[ welcome to lounge. there's not much to see here, other than ash literally just. lying there in the middle of the room, looking slowly more annoyed at the ever-present jazz music coming from wherever the heck it's coming from.
there's definitely a glass of something next to him. and the liquor cabinet looks pretty raided -- doors open, some bottles (still full) discarded on the side, and a couple on the ground not too far from him. nothing to see here. ]