the department of mutant affairs

Seeing as it didn't appear to be frowned upon to go out for the odd sociable beverage - at least not according to her colleagues - Tabitha decided that was just what she would do this evening. There were a few spots in the nearby neighbourhood that she'd passed by since she'd arrived, maybe they'd become her new favourite watering hole. Only time would tell!

With that thought in mind, once she'd finished up some paperwork she'd been working on she returned to her living quarters, changed into the most appropriate clothing she could find - sadly, her wardrobe here was severely lacking to what she'd been accustomed to on 'the outside' - and headed out down the hall. With any luck she'd run into one or more of her friends and they'd be swayed by her obviously irresistible charm to join her for a drink or three.

Sure, she had more work that had to be done in the morning, but who didn't? There'd always be work there; you had to stop and smell the roses everyone once in awhile, after all. All work and no play made for a very dull lifestyle, and Tabby was gung ho to remind everybody of that, even if she had to lead by example all by her lonesome.

((open for all; if no one's up for it look out for a drunken narrative in the near future XDDDD))

Tabby looked around her new surroundings and sighed. It wasn't a horrible room, not by any stretch of the imagination, however she missed her small apartment back in Pennsylvania. True, if she had refused Mystique's help (which, let's face it, would've been impossible and would only have lead in being forced to 'help'), she'd likely be in a jail cell right now, but still. It had been hers, her new start, her new home, for a number of years now. While she hadn't had a dream house on her hands, everything in that place had been hers. Or mostly; some things were still not quite paid for, along with some other massive debts, which had lead to her robbing the bank, but details, details.

Like it or not, this was her home now for the foreseeable future. She sat on the bed and glanced around. The bed itself was comfortable enough, which was a plus. The walls were pretty bare, but she could work on that, provided she was allowed to actually go out and shop and whatnot. Oh, and if they paid her or provided her with an allowance or a salary of some sort. There were still a lot of questions running through her mind that needed to be answered, it was still all a big blur to her. Tabby sighed at that, not wanting to think about all of the things that needed to be addressed at that moment, or how to find anyone to do that for her, and just laid back on her bed, looking at the ceiling.