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oom: upstairs, room 25
Jul. 16th, 2008 02:37 amDoc kneels down in front of the trunk at the end of his bed -- a new addition to the room in the time since he's been back from his whole dealing with Brand's world -- and pops the latches on the sides before opening it. He's taken to storing things that are not fit to be floating out in his room in it.
The contents are still sparse, but there is the sword from Brand's world, in the sheath and wrapped in a piece of thick cloth. A few journals, more like private notebooks which have his writings and poetry in them. A deck of trump cards, wrapped in a cloth and tucked away in the corner. The leather satchel that contains the remaining peyote he gathered what seems like ages ago back in his world. Letters to people in the event that he walks out that door someday and doesn't make it back.
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The contents are still sparse, but there is the sword from Brand's world, in the sheath and wrapped in a piece of thick cloth. A few journals, more like private notebooks which have his writings and poetry in them. A deck of trump cards, wrapped in a cloth and tucked away in the corner. The leather satchel that contains the remaining peyote he gathered what seems like ages ago back in his world. Letters to people in the event that he walks out that door someday and doesn't make it back.
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