Alright. New team - again - at this point Graham didn't even know what to think about being swapped around like a deck of cards being shuffled by a professional. The “new team” thing had definitely worn off by now, and all he wanted now was to get a team that didn’t fall apart at the seams within a week or so. As he slowly wandered in the general direction of his room, both eyes focused on the map that his scroll was projecting, his right hand kept straying back to the handle of his tachi. It was the only thing that could be relied on to remain constant, he’d found after a while in Beacon. Never fleeting like all the fragile bonds of being in an uncertain team, it was a unwavering rock he could lean on. Sometimes Graham felt it was the anchor preventing him from drifting off into insanity.
His thoughts were cut short by him almost planting his face into a door plaque. The newly furnished metal plate read “LGGR”, and he could still smell the varnish on the metalwork. Was it Logger or Lager or Lagger, Graham didn’t even remember. Heaving a sigh, he placed one hand on the door handle. Good first impressions, remember, he reminded himself, then twisted the knob and stepped in. ”Ah. Sorry, I must have gotten the wrong room.” Graham said, stepped back outside and closed the door. Wait… He double-checked his scroll to make sure the damn thing hadn’t decided to play a prank on him.
”You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…”