Stairs should be disallowed ((Open RP, Halls, Nero Wolfe))

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Released from that torturous place, Wolfe was now free to roam the campus. Only, Wolfe was not fond of roaming. Nor did he want to be on campus. That benighted piece of haberdashery had told him he belonged in some place called Ravenclaw. There were multiple staircases between him and his goal and no elevators.

This did not bode well as Wolfe had a full seventh of a ton to maneuver up those stairs. He detested even taking the stairs leading from his front door to the street. Granted, he detested leaving his home in general, but the stairs made the journey that much worse.

To add insult to the injury, the staircases did not behave properly. They moved on a whim, connecting and reconnecting with the floors above at random.

"Confound it," he muttered, looking for someplace to sit and think. How was anyone supposed to find their way around this ruddy school if it also refused to cooperate. He had a strong desire to return home and for a beer.

Even one of those would be acceptable. But neither seemed within his reach at present.

Even a cane would be an improvement.

Donna Noble, Dr Who ((application, rp))

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Ok, this was just weird, even for her. Of all the bizzare places they could have landed, the Doctor landed them smack in the middle of a castle. Figures. His aim was always off when he piloted the TARDIS. It might travel through time and space, but precision was not it's strongest suit.

“I thought you said we were.. hey. Where are you?” Donna Noble turned around, startled to see she was alone and talking to a stone wall.

“Oh perfect,” she muttered, throwing her hands in the air. “Oi! Where’d you get off to, Spaceman?”

The sound of a quill scritching on parchment got her attention and Donna wandered closer.

 

( Always turn left )