<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.chosenmodels.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/DSC00812.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Damon Millican<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Parker Commons Lobby<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Danny, Dmitri, Eiryn, Martina, Ryder, Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Change of clothes.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>It's still the same. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=147482125)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Damon hesitated slightly before nodding and putting the socks back in his bag. '<em>I guess I'll just take his word for it...</em>' he told himself, before looking back up to see Dmitri... Across the room, talking to someone else. Ryder had already called to the person, which he'd heard but not really registered fully, and he turned to look at the newcomer as she shouted back. He let out a pained squeak as he sorted through so many new voices in his head, assigning them in a frenzy that left his face blank for several moments. The word '<em>Damn</em>' ran through his head multiple times as he sorted it all out, and by the time he'd come out of his daze, Dmitri and the new girl had gone.<br/><br/>"<strong>Um...</strong>" he mumbled to himself, and looked at Ryder and Martina, dreading asking the latter for some help in what the hell had happened while he was sorting through all the new people, but faced with no real choice. He did, at the very least, note that the bags the lady had been struggling with were now gone, so he as inattentive as he might have been, he wouldn't sound like he was totally clueless as to what happened. "<strong>I missed both her name and where they went... I assume new tenant, given the bags, but what room number? Did... Either of you hear?</strong>"<br/><br/>As a familiar voice reached his ears, Damon breathed a small sigh of relief. "<strong>Oh, Eiryn! No, you didn't miss anything. This is Ryder and Martina. Martina is the owner and head chef of that new Italian place opening today, and Ryder... Um... I actually didn't ask.</strong>" he said the last part rather sheepishly, even though it wasn't really the sort of thing he normally asked about, "<strong>The guy in the bathrobe was Dmitri; I didn't catch the other girl's name, though. Or... Where they went. Dmitri lives upstairs in the other building... 210, I think he said. I assume the mystery girl also lives here now, but I don't know what room she's in.</strong>" That was about all the information he could share, and it was the first time since he'd spoken in the lobby that he felt any sort of relief.