Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160120005043/@comment-5543592-20160131005122

"You can hear outside the helmet, I'll leave it on." He said as he removed his gauntlets, wondering why she cared. The gauntlets dropped into a chair, as did the duster.

"Proceed to these instead." He sent her a different set of coordinates in reply. Curiously, they changed every moment, as if their destination was moving, but this wasn't a problem, as the pilot fired up the flight program and locked onto them.

The elevator played soothing music on the way up, and dinged as it opened onto the third floor. The decor differed rapidly here. Instead of a futuristic lunar colony, this level looked like a 1920's gentleman's cigar club, complete with green carpetted floors and mohogany walls. The entire floor seemed to be dedicated to offices.