<strong>Name</strong>: Will Friez<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Ship's Bridge before venturing back out<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Still everyone<br/><hr/><br/>Sadly Will had not yet noticed the poignant picture hanging from the ceiling, instead jerking his hand back from the chair with the Aslan doll sat in it with half surprise, half horror and a third half of mild disgust at the stickiness of the seat and what could have made such stickiness given the seat's occupant and the 'unconventional' restraints on the second chair... He was that taken aback to forget that you can't have three halves of something outside of cake servings... "Whu-whu... Whaa?" he managed to let out, slack-jawwed as his mind tried to rationalise it all... This was hardly fair for a man just finished with Scout paid therapy only recently...<br/><br/>Stunned galk soon turned to bewilderment, "Fuck's sake..." he muttered to himself as he rolled his eyes with faint resignation, wiping his hand that turned the chair up and down his jump-suit's side. He'd venture to the staterooms to sort out any residue left on his hand at a fresher, though decided what he come across very much needed to be shared! Spinning back round, he exited the bridge and re-entered the airlock, letting it cycle through and as soon as the outer hatch opened, he poked his head out to call to the others, loudly enough to be heard; "Hey! You'll never guess what's in the bridge!" after a pause he started to make his way back down the ladder to see what was keeping everyone...