Post by Gideon Jethro Woods on May 1, 2011 20:29:12 GMT -5
Jethro entered his quarters and the lights came on automatically, something he actually liked about this stations design. He found his suitcases had been delivered to his new residence once they cleared station customs and security. He popped them open and began sorting his civilian attire from his uniforms and putting them in the proper places. Uniforms hanging in the closet, boots shined and placed below the uniforms. As for his civilian attire, he had several sets. He put his twentieth century suits, shoes and other accessories into the closet as well as in a drawer. he then took his modern day clothing and folded it neatly into another drawer. Then he unpacked his final belongings, twenty-first century clothing, one suit, several plain t-shirts and three pairs of jeans, made from a material called denim which had become quite rare these days.
After unpacking his clothes, he unpacked everything else, shaving equipment, toothbrush and other toiletry items went straight into the refresher room, his own personal bed sheets and blanket came out next and he made his bed the way he liked it, and finally he went to unpack the last bag and saw it had not been delivered. he shook his head.
"Blasted security probably hasn't got a clue what a hand sander looks like let alone what it's used for. They're still probably trying to decide whether or not to call me or their boss for clarification..."
He grumbled to himself as he stored his bags under the bed. Next he went into the refresher room, took a shower and changed into a pair of comfortable old jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt. he deiced he'd head to security and customs by way of the promenade and the Portal Inn...
Heading out for a short time - will return here later...
After unpacking his clothes, he unpacked everything else, shaving equipment, toothbrush and other toiletry items went straight into the refresher room, his own personal bed sheets and blanket came out next and he made his bed the way he liked it, and finally he went to unpack the last bag and saw it had not been delivered. he shook his head.
"Blasted security probably hasn't got a clue what a hand sander looks like let alone what it's used for. They're still probably trying to decide whether or not to call me or their boss for clarification..."
He grumbled to himself as he stored his bags under the bed. Next he went into the refresher room, took a shower and changed into a pair of comfortable old jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt. he deiced he'd head to security and customs by way of the promenade and the Portal Inn...
Heading out for a short time - will return here later...