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[b]Location(s): Dallas's room -> Telescope room[/b]

Before heading to the briefing, Dallas wanted to gather a few personal effects from his room. The most important thing was his outerwear and miasma filtering mask, but there were some odds and ends besides that he thought would make the drive less boring. Dallas left the vehicle storage and began heading to the opposite side of the base. He circled around the perimeter of the garden going towards the left. His route took him past Lockup and through Medical, and after several minutes Dallas was standing in front of the door to his own private piece of the Crow's Nest.

A month ago this was nothing more than a big custodial closet. The plain metal door was unadorned save for a rectangular piece of wood which hung from the doorknob on a thick piece of string. Dallas's name was carved into the wood with a blade. He didn't bother reaching into his pocket for a key. He almost never locked his door. It was only recently that Dallas made a habit of locking it in the first place, on account of someone barging into his room and getting an eyeful of his naked glory. He assumed it was one of the girls because he'd been hit in the head so hard that he couldn't remember who it was. He twisted the knob and walked inside.

Dallas's room was a spartan affair. In one corner of the room were two cabinets. The first contained things like brooms, paper towels, cleaning solutions, and other assets. The second was used as a makeshift closet. There were small hanging shelves nailed to a wall which Dallas used to stash his collection of manuals and guidebooks. Pushed up against the back wall were a couple of mattresses covered in a scruffy looking quilt and some pillows, and next to that was an end table and standing lamp. The room was kept meticulously clean, but the furniture was obviously worn by age. Erik explicitly told Dallas to furnish the space with anything he wanted, but Dallas spent so much time outside his room that he saw it as nothing more than a place to sleep.

Dallas pulled open his closet and immediately grabbed his jacket. The black jacket was made of a thick fireproof fabric, with reflective tape glued around the chest and arms. Before throwing it on, Dallas noticed something odd about his appearance in the closet mirror. 

[color=darkorange][i]Oh. My shirt is backwards. No wonder my collar felt so tight.[/i][/color] Dallas tucked his arms inside his golden yellow t-shirt and twisted it into the correct position. He felt just a tad embarrassed at his mistake. Did nobody notice the problem, or were they sparing his feelings by ignoring it? Regardless, Dallas donned his coat and reached back into the closet for his protective mask. Many revenants had masks custom made just for them, but this one was a mass produced model. It was a device crafted purely for function and Dallas had been wearing it since his earliest memories as a revenant, scattered as they were. Inside of the mask in small print, someone had engraved the name Master Sergeant Joseph Magnus. Dallas had never seen someone wear a mask like this in the government peacekeeping forces though. It could have been an antique from the early days of the Collapse, worn by an unburied soldier serving his country one last time. In truth, there was no way to know its origin. 

After shutting his closet, Dallas leafed through his shelves for some quick reading material and stuffed it into his big pockets. Then he was on his way to the Telescope Room to link up with the rest of the team. Erik was already waiting there along with some of the girls. Half the team was ready for the briefing. Dallas closed the distance and greeted them with his usual stone faced expression. [color=darkorange]"Hey. I'm glad I wasn't the last one here."[/color]