Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25151516-20131103145155/@comment-25151516-20131106195347

"Got curry 'n rice in tha fridge," answered Revan as he set his leather jacket on the coat rack. He then started flipped switches and typed away at the large console of computers.

"Let's see... Oh!" He turned on more lights and shut the blinds with a few more key strokes. MacLeod typed in intervals of four, like the drumming. "Jus' settin' up defenses. Brains taught me how -- Heh, never gonna let go o' tha' one. Skull's on top o' tha microowave. Knock on its teeth twice. For some reason, the microwave explodes when it's not knocked with tha skull. Silverware's tha drawer below."

He stopped for a moment, panting and still drumming. "Help yerself. Days like this, tha Detective 'as me hold down tha fort."

Violin music began playing out of Revan's pocket. Revan pulled his phone from his pocket and answered the incoming call from James. "Weird, he never phones." He answered the call. "Ahoy! Yer panting, why? Yeah, I'm givin' 'er dinner. Oh, shut up! Right. See you." He put his phone back in his pocket and kept working on the computers.