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Horace hmmed once. "Emotions are fairly useless, but even so, I kind of like them." He shrugged and clacked his tongue piercing against his teeth. With that, he hopped up, nearly knocking over a small stack of books. He gestured for Chance to follow him. With a creak, his door opened again onto the grey hallway. Horace really needed to hurry up and paint things.

"Now there's some creepy, creepy rooms down here. Room 69 is... weird, thought I can't quite remember why... Probably full of sex toys. Maybe I'm thinking of a different one. But the real horror is the bathrooms. Where you wanna go first - or do you want me to guide you, young padawan?"

With a grin, Horace was off down the hallway. As he walked, he pointed out who had rooms were. Many of the basement rooms were still unoccupied, as far as Horace knew, and he wasn't about to bug the quartermaster for keys - it'd be a waste of time. He'd made the executive decision to take Chance round to the sexytime room first, for personal reason. Those reasons were that Horace had no idea what was inside that room, and he intimately knew what horrors the bathroom held.

"Here we are: room 69." With a grandiose motion, he flung open the unlocked door. The room seemed... darker than others, deeper. It gave him the heebie jeebies. "Age before beauty," he said, gesturing Chance to go in first. Horace figured it there was some crazy rain of dilos, this way he'd be safe. Chance would bear the brunt of their silicone wrath.

The door yawned open into darkness. A weird kind of long darkness, if Horace felt like being specific. "Not that I can recall - otherwise it likely would've been locked too." He moved further into the room, blinking rapidly to adjust his eyes.

"Is that... a throne or something?"