on_her_korhal: (kerrigan: keeping an eye on things)
Tap tap tap.

There hadn't been lights on in 25 Unicorn Street since Kerrigan came here. )

The house complete and empty, a Velvet Underground record playing in the background, she was content just to be, tonight.

"Oh, and I guess that I just don't know..." she sang, her voice ringing quietly in the darkness.

[ mostly just establishy for end of home improvement yay!, but these things are always open if you want to play bother the soldierchick ]
on_her_korhal: (kerrigan eyes)
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 ]
on_her_korhal: (kerrigan: seriously?)
Over the past few days, Kerrigan had made a lot of progress. The hole in the roof had been fixed, some of the furniture had been shoved around to account for what she felt was a more efficient distribution of space, and one of the oddly-smelling bedrooms seemed to have vanished: there was a wall where it once was.

Or at least it looked like a wall, and that was all that mattered.

The only thing she hadn't managed to solve yet was the ball pit question, but she had full confidence she'd find a solution eventually. Maybe call in a little assistance (and only assistance, she could do the grunt work herself, thank you. It was just the logistics that bothered her). At the moment, she was sitting on the floor in the corner of the room, Ghost visor pulled over her head, a few balls lying still by her feet. She fiddled with the wiring on some unidentifiable contraption, tapping a faint rhythm on the floor with her boot.

"Hey, Jimmy," she spoke into the device; paused, then repeated, "Jimmy, hey." She leaned over, dog tags jingling against the wires, "Hey, heroboy, this won't find you till I get home, but you've got no idea..."

[ open for anyone who said they'd bug kerrigan/wants to bug kerrigan. upcoming thread with [livejournal.com profile] mouthy_merc will come last chronologically yay timezones, get your shots in before and win a prize! metaphorically ]
on_her_korhal: (kerrigan: you make my head hurt)
Now 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' ]

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