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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