25 Unicorn Street, Sunday Morning
Sep. 2nd, 2007 01:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
on_her_korhalNow that it was the next day and her head was no longer pounding from the unanticipated teleport, Kerrigan finally had the time to get a full grip on the situation. She stretched as she came out of the bedroom, stripped down to her civvies, finally out of the clingy Ghost suit.
More civvies might be necessary.
She looked up. If she was going to stay here for the time being (days? weeks? months? the teacher thing sounded pretty indefinite), she'd have to fix the hole in the ceiling, get rid of the ballpit, and build some recharge stations (hidden well, of course) for the suit.
And fix the door. Lucky thing the place really did seem abandoned. At least the previous occupant had made sure she didn't need to build any more gun racks.
[ open for anyone interested in scoping out who broke into the house. and by 'open' i mean 'the door's broke' ]
More civvies might be necessary.
She looked up. If she was going to stay here for the time being (days? weeks? months? the teacher thing sounded pretty indefinite), she'd have to fix the hole in the ceiling, get rid of the ballpit, and build some recharge stations (hidden well, of course) for the suit.
And fix the door. Lucky thing the place really did seem abandoned. At least the previous occupant had made sure she didn't need to build any more gun racks.
[ open for anyone interested in scoping out who broke into the house. and by 'open' i mean 'the door's broke' ]
