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Brynhild Ingouf (brynhild_ingouf) wrote in spinningcompass,

Bryn/Jacob
"I have hopes that there will be another door. There was one to Tortuga, but it was a while ago. I did do a little bit of pirating. But I will say, going out on the ocean, and going out into space are two different things." Bryn actually shuddered. "The rapscallion has talked me into flying with him. I haven't ever taken an airplane, and I'm going to be getting in a spaceship." Because of promised stories. And gods knew what else.

Bryn stepped back and placed her hand against the pad that would open the doors. "Actual woodwork. What did you think I'd use a line like that to have you sneak off with me so that I could have my way with you?" She could hardly help the tease. "I would try to be a little more subtle than 'come into my apartment' I promise." She winked at him as she backed her way in through the doors.

As soon as he would walk in he'd find the area looking more like a Viking longhouse instead of an apartment on a space station. Down to the 'thatched roof' over head. There were modern aminaties too of course, she was spoiled by them after all. The room was one great room, with the kitchen exposed to the sitting area, with a couch made of wood, and furs, a chair that was much the same. The kitchen would only look like it was made of stone.