"Meh, I figured pecker contest fit well enough. The Coptic equivalent is 'pyramid contest'. I know which 70's you're talking about. I know I have a tendency to drift sometimes, but Pink Floyd spears it. I was only on the security team for their 'In the Flesh' tour. I offered to temporarily eat a few of the more disruptive fans in Montreal, but the road manager was worried about lawsuits. Besides, Water's little monologue was almost as much fun. As for evidence, I tend to be neater than that. Why waste perfectly good food when a few words do the same job?"<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"A base?" Soren laughs. "We could have a base a mile away and you'd know nothing about it. Even under the ground here. Or maybe in this very room." He symbolically points behind him, despite the fact there's nothing there. "I told you I was familiar with interplanar travel. Hell, I practically invented the way to put it to practical use. Having-literally-unlimited storage space is convenient, especially in alternate universes." Demonstrating, he mutters an incantation and sticks his arm out-and it disappears, a strange glow appearing around his elbow. "Right-I know it's-ARGH! Bloody knives. There we go." He takes out Reizu's license and hands it to him. "Had a rift set up back in the club so I could bring this. Enjoy." Closing the dimensional hole he shrugs at Ptricia. "So, to answer your question, no, we're good. A base next door is marginally less useful than a base you can hop into anywhere in the multiverse." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Fair enough. Maybe I'd better see about getting some dimensional defences set up. I though that kind of magic was rare enough that I didn't need them."<br/><br/>OOC: No windows.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Looking to the doors he said "I'd best be getting home. The wife does get awfully worried." Smiling, he flew back up to the gantry and left the warehouse, yelling over his shoulder "I'll update you on the Panzer situation tomorrow."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Okay, later!" Ptricia waved a paw, and the door undid itself and let him out.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Chris waves. "Later, Sor." He looks around the room again but is struck by a cavernous yawn and he looks at the large bed in the corner. "I'm guessing you're sleeping there. Provided I don't have to share a bed with Reizu can we crash here tonight?"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"I'd figured you would. But you'll both have to use the TV couch. Don't worry, I figure you can build up a wall of pillows high enough between opposite ends to effectively make two beds."