| 2:25a |
In Search of a Room to Call Home
[After spending her first night in the nexus at Snake's, Jill decides it would probably be beneficial for her to find a place of her own. She sets out after eggs and an odd conversation about boxes, hoping to find something hospitable, rather than absolutely terrifying.]
Maybe here...?
[She twists the doorknob of a wooden door at the opposite end of the hallway from Snake's.]
...
Not bad.
[The building, however is works it's magic, has replicated her apartment from New York. A small, one bedroom affair with bland, taupe coloring and little furniture, but marks of her personality leaked through in random places. The contents of a bookshelf, a few picture frames on desk, and a peek into her bedroom through a door cracked open.] |