closed; Merton and Tommy

[overactiveimagination]

[Merton has sent the better part of the week trying to research what the hell sort of a place they're in. He can't find a half-way decent computer anywhere, so he's resorted to spending most of his days in the bookstore reading everything he can get his hands on. He was so busy he barely noticed a week had passed until a note was innocently left on the desk in their hotel room, asking them to pay up or leave, please.

They're both getting ready for the morning when Merton slides the note over, a nervous look on his face.]

I'd call it something like an eviction notice, but that would involve us even choosing to live here in the first place.

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[overactiveimagination]

[Oh. A place for him and Tommy. To live in. Together.

It makes sense really. They're the only two who know each other here, and it would be stupid to split up. Besides, it's not like Tommy doesn't spend half his life in the lair since the beginning of the school year. Still. An apartment. It feels like a big step.

All this goes through Merton's brain, but emerges as-]

Aren't we a little young to be renting an apartment?

[justhairy]

[Tommy frowns, confused.]

What else are we supposed to do?

[overactiveimagination]

I guess so. Short of finding our way out of here within the next hour, we don't have too many options.

I wonder if this place has wanted ads in the newspaper. Actually, I have no idea if they have a newspaper. Wouldn't that be hard to maintain with people coming and going all the time? If they had a solid infrastructure in place I guess they could still work it. High turn-over, though.

[justhairy]

Merton, you're babbling. Let's just go, walk around, knock on a few doors, and see what we can find out.