Damn Loompas.

[acts_of_gord]

Some days are longer than others. Days where the weather outside is rainy and bleak, and an attempt to get to the target range involved several falls and a lot of scratches and mud, and the sleep the night before had been poorer, thinner stuff than usual are a fine example of this. All Gordon wants at the end of a day like this is the chance to get warm and put on dry clothes.

There is, however, a slight problem. Namely: the door to room 287 is not there.

And the replacement, a life-sized, hyper-realistic sculpture of Han Solo encased in carbonite- which appears to have been made from dark chocolate- does not seem to have a knob or handle of any kind...

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[vance_prime]

Although the rental rooms in Milliways are known to switch positions on a whim, there are occasional packets of sequential numbers. Today, room 288 happens to be next to room 287, and Alyx is just coming up to it when she spots a familiar rogue physicist next door.

"Gordon? What--"

Then she sees what he's looking at.

"...the hell is that supposed to be?"