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[size=11pt]Mortimer had decided that he liked this place. It was a bit odd, what with the rows and rows of unoccupied halls, and the strange atmosphere the place retained. But he liked it all the same. Probably because it was warm, and that wasn't a luxury he'd experienced often.
He soon found that the base was quite the labyrinth, at least, to a child as small as himself; he was already lost, and he'd only left the dining hall a few moments ago. The chatter of the base's other occupants had gotten further and further away as he wandered, and the floor beneath his paws gradually became colder and colder as he explored the uninhabited halls.
The corridors were unlit and dark, and Mortimer had found himself quite uncomfortable fairly quickly. There was just something wildly creepy about long, winding concrete halls that gave him the shivers. He would have turned back in favor for a more populated area, but a childlike curiosity kept him exploring. And, of course, the fact he didn't know how to get back to the main rooms.
Rounding another corner, the only sound the faint pitter-patter of his tiny paws, the bobtailed cat plopped down in the center of the hallway, sighing loudly. What a chore. He was sure he'd passed the same door at least twice. "Stupid floorplan," Mortimer muttered, taking a moment to retrace his steps.[/size]