OOC: I'm assuming Dek's okay with Prae's leaving. If he is not, consider this post null and void.
IC:
Praetyre left the laboratory, waving towards his superior. He left the door open for any new arrivees to enter, and made his way to the room marked R&R cheerfully, thinking to himself;
"I might be developing an allergy to newly packed meat. Shame, since I used to like the smell of freshly opened Elum Chubs in the morning. Then I liked the sweet smell of Scrab cakes. Now, I merely relish the security of electronics and steel and the feeling of safety, even at the cost of my own Vykkeranity. Good thing I'm wearing this helmet. I might pick up a virus or two. Damn genetics."
Praetyre reached the open door, speaking moderately to it's occupants;
"Will I be bunking with you folks, or am I supposed to sleep in the Executive Offices? The Lab R&R just feels too cold, and there's no booze, TVs that show [I]Closet Homosexual Made Movie Theatre 2000/I], VNN- Executive Edition, or General Law Inquiry: Airemus, or the company of blue collars."
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