Who: The Kennicot sisters What: Robbie needs to be shown around the place. Where: Around the Institute When: Monday afternoon. Rating: Lowish (Robbie has colorful language) Status: Ongoing
For one reason or another, Robbie had decided driving the fourteen hours from New York to her and Riley's new Louisiana home was a good idea. The traffic would be minimal overnight, especially after a major holiday- plus, she'd always been a night owl. The first ten hours went by without a hitch, besides that fucked up truck stop in Virginia. The last four hours, though- those had been more a juggling act between loud music, bad gas station coffee, and regretting pretty much her entire life.
She'd arrived at the Institute around seven that morning, promptly found her sister for a short greeting, stuffed her ears with plugs and passed out on the empty bed in Riley's room, complete with promises to be up in a few hours. Safer that way, Robbie had managed to ground out in her stupor. Maybe she wanted to make a better-than-normal impression. Maybe she just didn't want to give her twin a migraine.
Six hours later, Robbie was up and her things moved into a room that wasn't much smaller than her New York studio. At least it was a hell of a lot cheaper- good thing too, since she left her job to come to this place with Riley. She tugged on a net-like hoodie and scooped her hair free from the back as they stepped outside, gearing up for the Grand Tour.
Does it always smell like this? -she asked in her sister's thoughts without the need for her lips or sign language. That was a perk of their bond- the more Robbie actively conversed with Riley in their heads, the less Noise got in from everywhere else.