[ACTION | the day after the flood] Insert terrible puns here

[mirage_diver]

[Locke, being a treasure hunter, naturally has a lot of experience with opening jammed locks, but not like this.

NOT LIKE THIS.

So apparently the key to his room isn't working. The reason why? An errant blob of flying fruit-paste smacked right into his door the day before. So know Locke is kneeling down in front of his door, a small set of lockpicks opened up on his knee, along with a red-stained cloth or two - looks like he's having to work out the literal jam a little bit at a time.

All while looking incredibly suspicious to anyone that doesn't recognize that this is his dorm he's going at with those metal jimmies.]