OOC: Remember, being from Yorkshire, I would call an elevator a lift.
IC: Goshhe turned to face the lift, wondering if #0012 would be waiting for him at the top. Goshhe took is chances. *He entered the lift and closed the doors - the lift began to move up*. At the top, there was no #0012. 'Thank Odd.' Goshhe thought. *He proceeded onward, and sometime later, he found himself back in the cafeteria. 'Damn, I'm back here!' He thought. The Glockstar and two steefs were still there. He thought he'd give them another shot, although, he hated to interrupt their conversation. *Goshhe walked up to them*. "Excuse me," He said. "Could you tell me where I have to go, and if the slig with the serial number #0012 is allowed to beat me? I'm new here, I would like to know if I could make myself useful."
Goshhe expected a reply now. He wasn't surprised that he didn't get a reply, the way he spoke to them the first time.
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