<div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/16ks1aw.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Doct-R-NIK-1<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Plotting. Wishing there was not two colors between him and that comfy chair.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>B3729 Sector PLX<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anyone at the proper place.<br/><hr/><br/>It is decided that a chair will not be taken until all are in the room, the better to monitor for possible commie activity and infiltration. Much though he hates drawing attention to himself this much, he doesn't know what to do and does not wish to be seen as a slacker. He looks carefully at his PDC for a moment before speaking.<strong>"Friend Computer, I am at room B3729 in sector PLX, it seems as though the others might have been sidetracked by the commie interference on the previous message. Should I take any particular action, or wait here for the further instructions of the debriefing individual? There is also a classified clipboard which I have not investigated as I am uncertain whether I have permission to, I thought I would alert you to the oversight that left it unsecured. I await further instruction that I might fulfill your will."</strong>He hated relying on friend computer so much, especially when that sort of thing was bound to bite him in the backside if he did so repeatedly. It was his desire currently to stay out of the blinding hot chair as long as possible, and also to get in as little trouble as possible.