there are worse ways to meet

[allsongs]

Date & Time: 8/30
Location: unit 309
Characters: Naoto, Simmaeri
Summary: The latter finally gets to her designated room. It's occupied.
Warnings: Underwear.



There was no mistaking it: the markings on that little card the greeter gave her were exact matches to the ones on the door before her. The room had finally been found. Simmaeri had notion of such a place for a while now, but...it really wasn't important. Thousands of years, never ill, even when chilled to the bone, made the direness of shelter very much less so. Besides, a room meant isolation, and there was nothing to be learned in silence.

Not nothing, actually, but...nothing Simmaeri was all too interested in. What was a faucet or an electric kettle to the nuance of a strange, new language? There was no contest for her.

Yet even so. She had the key – why not use it?

Because it was hardly a key in her mind, for one. What did she have to do? Wave it? Say a word?

It took a while, waiting for other tenants to pass by and give her an example to follow, but the time did indeed come to pass, and Simmaeri gently pushed the door open to slip inside.

It was a lived-in place, that was certain; a mixture of the familiar and unfamiliar.

And a sound...

Comments

[rota]

As a detective, you needed to be aware of your surroundings, and Naoto was especially cautious (or possibly paranoid?), because this was a wholly different world than the one she came from and considering the rather diverse personalities she'd met so far, she needed to be more careful than before.

The little netbook was on-- she only ever bothered turning it off at night nowadays-- and propped up on her bed. Well, if she was going to watch the network the whole day and take relevant notes, she'd might as well get comfortable. There was absolutely no sense in sitting on a bed like it was a stiff classroom chair.

Occasionally pausing to tap at the netbook's keys or trackpad, Naoto was already slipping her button-up shirt off and reaching for her chest binder (she needed a bra now that she wasn't actively passing herself off as male, but where in this would would she even get one?) when the door opened and she froze.