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Servants Quarters, Room 1, late Monday night
Walter leaned against his bedroom door after he was certain that he was not going to have to deal with any further mother henning from any of his friends ( Read more... ) -
Servants Quarters, Room 1, Sunday morning
Walter moved around his room methodically unpacking his suitcases. He stacked pictures under the corkboard that conveniently happened to be over one of the two desks in the room. They'd go up soon enough. Clothes were shaken out, ironed as needed, and hung up ( Read more... ) -
RP Break
From this point forward, this journal will be used for milieux_ecole. All FH related posts will remain viewable and public, of course, but unless you want to watch Walter somewhere else, now would be the time to remove him from your flists.
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Causeway, Monday afternoon
Walter had his suitcases, Pup in a dog carrier, and was as ready as he was going to get for a one-way trip back to 1945. He'd left all of his various anachronistic doodads back in the room, and the roomies were welcome to computer, phone, CDs, CD player, etc. Everything else was packed and ready to go.
[ooc: Post is public. Handwave Walter having ( Read more... ) -
Room 502/4/6, Monday night
Walter had cleared off his bed, found a box for Nadia, and made a general announcement to the room's pets that there would be violence and blood if anyone dared harm her ( Read more... ) -
Room 502/4/6, Sunday night after radio
Walter wasn't pacing. Much.
He was watching the doors, looking at the clock, and looking out the window quite a bit, though.
After tonight's radio, he was waiting for Nadia to come back and explain what she'd been talking about.
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Room 502/4/6, Sunday evening/night
Walter was going through his things trying to determine what he could take with him. CD player? No. Which left the CDs right out as well. Laptop? Yeah, right. Phone? Ditto ( Read more... ) -
Talk to Alfred
This might be one of Walter's last chances to call Alfred, since there wasn't going to be much chance of cross-temporal phone calls in 1945.
And he was going to miss the old bastard.
Even more than he already did.
He listened to the tone and mentally urged his mentor to pick up.