Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180701181322/@comment-25828117-20180717233245

"It's HQ, of course it is." James responded, thinking that it was self-evident.

The HQ extended beyond simply the platform but also the corridors leading to the exits. The escalators had been deactivated and were now annoyingly large steps, but after a couple of times up and down those, new recruits usually got used to it.

The advertising that hung on the walls, that hadn't been scribbled over yet dated 2021. That was presumably the year the station fell into disuse and nobody had even bothered to take the adverts away. The city of Toronto had just forgotten it existed at all. the modern maps that the Americans now use after they took over don't even have Lower Queen on them. map makers of the underground had already completely overlooked the place by the 2050s in their latest editions. This made it ideal for a hideout.

In the barracks, as they were called. beds had been placed and to keep things from being completely miserable a small christmas tree made of plastic stood by the entrance. About 50 centimeters tall, the item was there to keep a modicum of the holiday spirit alive in the subterranean hideout.