Snippet #968946

Murdoc looked up at his screens again, watching the displays with somewhat of a look of peace on his face. The look made him appear younger, less rough and damaged from his 'rock'n'roll' lifestyle. His mismatched eyes moved from one monitor to another as he searched for anything that would ruin his night and cost him another restful sleep. Top right to top left and then back and forth in that order until he reached the last monitor that was watching over his master bedroom. He hardly ever slept in it, thus the reason for all the hats he'd collected over the years left on his bed in a huge unorganized pile. Murdoc pursed his lips and smacked them as his brow furrowed at something missing in the room. His very first hat, a replica of an old Nazi hat, was missing from the top of the pile. He knew he didn't have it and there was no way 2D could have taken it from there. "Faceache wouldn't even think of touching my stuff," the 44 year old bassist said as he tried to figure out a reason for his favourite hat to go missing. Eventually he gave up on it and decided he'd look for it later with the forced help of his singer and android. "You die young if you worry too much."
The bassist looked away from his monitors and decided he'd go wait for his Noodle-Droid and his singer in the study. He had no reason to remain in the lair and he was feeling quite cramped after sitting in it all day. With a groan Murdoc got up and headed to a secret lift he'd had built a while after the stairs had been finished. There was no way he was going to climb up and down three thousand stairs. "Bad for the joints," he muttered as he pressed the up button and the lift shuddered to life.