As soon as Aaron heard the all-call, he bent down and picked up his backpack. By the time he looked up, the red-head was gone. Glancing at the clock, he realized it had been a delay of almost 30 minutes.

"About time..." he muttered to himself.

He grabbed his belongings and headed straight for the train station. 

Once there, he was glad to see they had opened up quite a few lines to let everyone in. Pretty much everyone left in Union Station seemed to be going to the same train. At a passing glance, he saw the same red-head from earlier reading into a booklet in a different line. Aaron turned back to the ticket-man; he had picked the right line. His line was moving much faster than the rest.

Handing the man his ticket, the station worker read over it once, then made a marking on it. Nothing seemed to come out of the marker, so Aaron just figured it was a security check. The man handed the ticket back to him.

"Have a nice trip," He said politely. 

"Thanks," Aaron said over his shoulder. Once he had his ticket back he was moving forward. It was a lot of luggage to carry, and thankfully he had the rest of his belongings shipped to a holding center; once he found a place in L.A., he'd move the stuff out of storage.

Glancing down at his ticket, Aaron looked for a general ballpark of the location of his room. It was looking like the more luxurious rooms were in the front, with smaller rooms for two people in the middle (like his) and coach seating in the back. Glancing back up at the train, he eyeballed the middle of the massive thing and got on.

Once inside, he realized he was too far back; coach seating was everywhere, and people were busy putting luggage into every available slot. Aaron apologized profusely and slid his way through many of the train cars to try and find his room.

On his way, he realized that there was much more in this train than he thought. Not only is there a dining car, filled with nice booths and a bar, but right next door was a lounging car; a nice, darkened car with leather couches, a television, and a bar. One he passed through there, he found his way to the sleeper car.

The first thing he noticed was how incredibly narrow it was. He was a thin dude and he hardly fit in the hallway. In the sleeper car, a few people were slowly moving into their own roomettes. Aaron went ahead and put his luggage in the area towards the end of the car by the bathrooms. He wasn't a huge fan of all this shared space, but it would have to do. Shared storage wasn't as bad as the communal shower's during the trip...

Once he put down his luggage he glanced down to his ticket and saw he was in roomette 7. Luckily, it was one towards the middle of train. 

[i]"No having to listen to people in the restroom..."[/i] Aaron thought to himself. Although having a room on the upper level would be preferable, Aaron was thankful to not need to carry his stuff all the way up the narrow steps. 

Aaron slid open the door to his shared roomette and the first thing to come to mind was [b]small[/b]. Very, very small. 

Legitimately, there was hardly even leg room. Aaron silently prayed for someone small so that they could at least put their feet up on each other's chair since the seats were wide. 

Sighing, he put his stuff under the chair facing to the front of the train--looking out the window and seeing the world in reverse would be nauseating--and sat down. An attendant walked by and turned into his roomette.

"Sir, we'll be leaving in 15 minutes. Once we depart, dinner will be served. Would you like steak, soup, or a vegetarian option?"

"Uh, I guess steak. Medium rare." Aaron said indecisively. The attendant wrote down the order on her notepad and looked back up; her short black hair being flung by her robotic and standard movements. 

"I'll be back soon to take your roommate's order once they arrive." She said. "Anything to drink?"

Aaron briefly weighed the option of alcohol, but decided against it. Too early for that... "Mountain Dew?"

The attendant nodded and left Aaron in his room, who promptly took a sip of the complementary water and looked out the window. He at least wanted to meet his roommate before shoving headphones in and staring at his Mac the entire trip. After all, they'd be spending the trip in a room the size of a closet.

[i]"Please don't be fat..."[/i]