Judah Dashiell
Salvage Empire
After a few episodes of Doctor What, Judah suspected [member="Danger Arceneau"] was ready to face her public once again. It took some effort to pry him off the couch. Since he was watching the Tadpole by himself, sitting for long periods of time hadn't become commonplace and his body protested for being inactive for so long.
Knowing the types of business sentients floating around the resort due to the conference, he had pulled on a simple gray suit. He opted out of a tie and kept a few buttons loose at the top, trying to give a more relaxed and casual look. After all, it was a tropical resort and the buttoned up look really seemed out of sorts.
Checking his pockets for the all important wallet and keycard, he stepped out of his room and went the extremely short distance of a couple of steps to the next door. Taking a deep breath, there was a silent plea into the 'verse for himself, hoping he wouldn't come across as the same idiot found in the turbolift this afternoon.
Hand came to rap on the door.
"Miss Arceneau? Are you ready? If not I can come back later."
Knowing the types of business sentients floating around the resort due to the conference, he had pulled on a simple gray suit. He opted out of a tie and kept a few buttons loose at the top, trying to give a more relaxed and casual look. After all, it was a tropical resort and the buttoned up look really seemed out of sorts.
Checking his pockets for the all important wallet and keycard, he stepped out of his room and went the extremely short distance of a couple of steps to the next door. Taking a deep breath, there was a silent plea into the 'verse for himself, hoping he wouldn't come across as the same idiot found in the turbolift this afternoon.
Hand came to rap on the door.
"Miss Arceneau? Are you ready? If not I can come back later."