The door itself is nondescript. A simple door to a flat with no peep hole. Otherwise, it is set in solid darkness around it. Once inside, though...
It opens to a living room, a bit empty save for a coffee table and a set of very, very uncomfortable looking chairs. There is a small breakfast bar with the Archive breakroom kitchen on the other side, and a hallway leading to a bedroom and bath. A fairly normal, amalgamation of a house-breakroom-flat.
The fog is drifting through slowly, obscuring some parts. But the real problem is that the room is almost completely frozen over. A layer of ice covers everything - the chairs, the counters, the knickknacks and tableware alike. Even the photos framed on the wall are frozen to it, hard to make out the faces. The table by the door has a small frozen pile of a black hat, gloves, and scarf. And on the coffee table sits a pair of unadorned rings, frozen solid. Someone, at some point, had been cooking in the kitchen because here and there are ice encased plates of scones, muffins, mugs of tea untouched and frozen solid. The icicles hanging from the light fixtures would be a problem for anyone too tall, making the rooms seem a bit smaller than they really are.
The cat moves to stand more between Tim and Algric for the warmth, but lets them enter first.]
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The door itself is nondescript. A simple door to a flat with no peep hole. Otherwise, it is set in solid darkness around it. Once inside, though...
It opens to a living room, a bit empty save for a coffee table and a set of very, very uncomfortable looking chairs. There is a small breakfast bar with the Archive breakroom kitchen on the other side, and a hallway leading to a bedroom and bath. A fairly normal, amalgamation of a house-breakroom-flat.
The fog is drifting through slowly, obscuring some parts. But the real problem is that the room is almost completely frozen over. A layer of ice covers everything - the chairs, the counters, the knickknacks and tableware alike. Even the photos framed on the wall are frozen to it, hard to make out the faces. The table by the door has a small frozen pile of a black hat, gloves, and scarf. And on the coffee table sits a pair of unadorned rings, frozen solid. Someone, at some point, had been cooking in the kitchen because here and there are ice encased plates of scones, muffins, mugs of tea untouched and frozen solid. The icicles hanging from the light fixtures would be a problem for anyone too tall, making the rooms seem a bit smaller than they really are.
The cat moves to stand more between Tim and Algric for the warmth, but lets them enter first.]