25 Unicorn Street, Early Friday Afternoon

After last night, Sarah Kerrigan knew it was right about time to reprioritize the details of her little home improvement adventure; the level of break-ins was staggering for an island of this size (she realised the irony of her presence in the house, but had no need of it). The moment permissibly modded Deadpool had left the house, she began work on an early warning system.

There were no missiles involved, and the house was starting to look a little empty (besides the ball pit) for all the retooling (read: stripping of items) she was doing, but safety measures came first.

[ open for someone who said they'd stop by, or anyone else who'd like to have a gun pointed at them say hi to the lieutenant ]