> "Wait. Before we go...I'll need a change of clothes."
>"Oh, right," says Chiyuri. "We're about the same same size, so I'll have to loan you my good clothes. This way!"
>Before you can protest, she takes the rear handles of your chair and wheels you away from the messy workshop. It is not too bad to be pushed, but you do have to be a little careful about your hands. The hall you follow is fairly bare and drab, but you notice some interesting things, such as the odd metallic pipe extending from ceiling to floor, or running across the top of the ceiling. The walls are a dull white color, made some some material that seems vaguely like wood or plaster, but you can't really imagine what's been done to it. Soon Chiyuri stops in front of a door, kicks it open with her foot, and walks inside.
>Inside is a small room, probably not more than a few yards to a side. A decently-sized and unmade bed, large enough to fit one comfortably, sits in the corner, build with a thick mattress on a metal frame. A large wooden dresser rests near it, bearing a large mirror and shelves filled with various knickknacks, some as simple as brushes and others you can't identify. There are more plastic bins filled with stuff that you can't immediately tell the nature of. A Heavy table opposite of the bed holds a large, flat pane of black glass, and a few strange boxes of black material. The floor has discarded clothes and books and small items scattered around it, while the walls are covered with unframed pictures of seascapes and large machines on the water that you can only assume are vast metal ships that somehow float.
>Chiyuri wheels you inside, heedless of the stuff on the floor, and says, "Just get whatever you want out of the drawers. I have my nice stuff in the left side, in the bottom drawers. Heh, haven't had to wear it in years."
>_
