[And they move through their apartment, which is primarily puke green, holding the comm at arm's length like they're afraid of taking their eyes off of K for a moment. Which they are. As they make their way to the door, K may catch a glimpse of one of seven TV sets, or the matching pair of floor to ceiling lava lamps, or the mural of the space-babe in a metal bikini, or maybe it all just sort of blends together into a dizzying array of Earth-not-necessarily-popular-anymore pop-culture. And then they're standing in the Barge's blissfully un-lava lamp-ed hallway.]
Charlie? Where did the bathroom go?
[Because Charlie is in charge of keeping track of that kind of information.]
no subject
Paper towels. In the bathroom.
[And they move through their apartment, which is primarily puke green, holding the comm at arm's length like they're afraid of taking their eyes off of K for a moment. Which they are. As they make their way to the door, K may catch a glimpse of one of seven TV sets, or the matching pair of floor to ceiling lava lamps, or the mural of the space-babe in a metal bikini, or maybe it all just sort of blends together into a dizzying array of Earth-not-necessarily-popular-anymore pop-culture. And then they're standing in the Barge's blissfully un-lava lamp-ed hallway.]
Charlie? Where did the bathroom go?
[Because Charlie is in charge of keeping track of that kind of information.]