<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/5135613/740full-todd-finlay.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Thomas Malcolm<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Senior Copywriter<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Aug. 1st, 12:00ish<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Comfortable dress shirt, white slacks, Loafers<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Resident of Room 8 (Devon)<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Not at the moment<hr/><br/>Having left the bags with a porter to take up to his room, Thomas had taken his time in getting there. So much to see, explore, and yet, after a little while, even after Mr. Richards' stirring welcoming speech, there was a stirring to go and see where he would be calling home for the next couple of weeks. His house in NYC was always going to be home, considering it was where he did most of his work, having to only go into the offer two, maybe three times a week as he managed to do most of his work at home. Even meetings were rather simple to accomplish over Skype. The only times that he didn't spend most of the week at home (Possibly in his pajamas for most of the day) were on the verge of large merchandising campaigns, usually around the summer and Christmas holiday peaks, at which times he called the little couch in the break room home.<br/><br/>It was a comfortable couch.<br/><br/>He'd been informed that he was going to be sharing a room, and he didn't really mind that much. The advertising branch of the company, as relatively new as it was, didn't interact much with the rest of it. Different cells, working together in harmony despite being completely separate, was what made Fhloston Inc. such a successful business, but it also made for some isolation. Getting to meet the people that he was advertising for, one way or another, was rather exciting.<br/><br/>He strolled along the hallway, inspecting the key card that he had been given and matching it with a room number, 5. Most of the people were either enjoying their vacation already, possibly by going to the pool or maybe making use of the place's restaurant for an early lunch, but Thomas wasn't feeling particularly peckish at the moment. A quick shower, a change of clothes, some invigoration for the rest of the day and night.<br/><br/>He slipped the card into the slot, watching as the light turned green immediately and he opened the door. The room was fairly dark, and if the shadow cast in one of the beds was any indication, the room was already occupied. His roomate was there already, and taking a nap too. The door opening had been fairly loud, Thomas realized, so he tried to shut it again as quickly as possible, entering the room, noting that all his luggage was placed beside the unoccupied bed.