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exsiliumlogs2013-09-02 03:27 pm
devotedtothecore) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-09-02 03:27 pm
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Date: August 28th or so (backdated)
Location: Unit 607
Characters: Chrysos, Sanji, Emilia
Summary: Shifting from temporary to less-temporary housing means, eventually, meeting new roommates.
Warnings: None!
He would've been more taken aback by the interior of the apartment had the keys been given to him in the first few days of arrival. As it stood, the futuristic nature of these things in Exsilium had gotten marginally less jarring in the last few weeks, and so Chrys was able to bypass the long minute of standing in the doorway to gawk that might have otherwise ensued. The smell of fresh paint was still a surprise, though, in how it stung the nostrils.
...so this is meant to be home, he thought, for an indefinite period of time.
Among the first things he found himself doing, after setting the backpack with all his worldly possessions in a vacant bedroom, was investigating the rest of the apartment. Opening doors, looking out windows, looking over appliances, keeping an ear out for signs of other incoming roommates. Keeping part of his mind occupied while the rest continued to digest the same old information it'd been chewing over since he'd arrived.
Location: Unit 607
Characters: Chrysos, Sanji, Emilia
Summary: Shifting from temporary to less-temporary housing means, eventually, meeting new roommates.
Warnings: None!
He would've been more taken aback by the interior of the apartment had the keys been given to him in the first few days of arrival. As it stood, the futuristic nature of these things in Exsilium had gotten marginally less jarring in the last few weeks, and so Chrys was able to bypass the long minute of standing in the doorway to gawk that might have otherwise ensued. The smell of fresh paint was still a surprise, though, in how it stung the nostrils.
...so this is meant to be home, he thought, for an indefinite period of time.
Among the first things he found himself doing, after setting the backpack with all his worldly possessions in a vacant bedroom, was investigating the rest of the apartment. Opening doors, looking out windows, looking over appliances, keeping an ear out for signs of other incoming roommates. Keeping part of his mind occupied while the rest continued to digest the same old information it'd been chewing over since he'd arrived.