It's a sterile-looking locker and supply room, smelling strongly of antiseptic. There are a number of men in varying types of blue clothing milling about. One- a fellow Teja may well remember- makes his way over from where he'd been talking to his peers. "Guten abend," he says with a faint smile. "May I be of assistance?"
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timeasmymeasure
Re: BLU
Date: 2009-04-16 09:31 pm (UTC)