Who: Jim & Theo When: Early afternoon Where: Foyer -> Basement
Another late morning had Theo eating breakfast alone in the scarred kitchen; she'd found cereal and enjoyed watching the fog through the billiard room windows. It reminded her deeply of San Francisco in the early morning hours, when the sea tried to creep in over the land and cover everything in a thick blanket of mist. Loose shapes would take the place of buildings or street lamps, creating an eerie atmosphere -- and now, she was struck by a deep pang of homesickness. She thought of Abel and wondered if he was at all worried about her. She'd only been gone three days at this point, and that in itself wasn't unusual. For them, the unusual part would be him believing she was ignoring his texts or calls. This twisted her gut even more, and that pushed her to try and find some way to distract herself.
Thus, she'd posted to the network to apologize to the guy she'd basically run roughshod over on her first day. Everyone she'd met thus far was perfectly civil (well, definitely in person, on the network seemed to sometimes be a different story) but she hadn't made any serious connections yet. You've only been here a few days, she quietly reminded and chided herself. Maybe this is all still just a massive...I don't know, prank? Ever since the scream a night or so ago, the whole house had been on edge. Theo had wandered up to the fourth floor on her own, and had seen the statue taking up the doorway. It reminded her of Nicola Satori, or something someone would've displayed at the MoMA with abject pride even as visitors would have no idea what to make of the strange thing. For the moment, though, she wasn't looking to understand anything. She just wanted a distraction.
A quick shower and throwing on her starting to slightly smell clothes, Theo took the stairs quickly but carefully to land in the foyer. She was first, which wasn't entirely surprising considering that her room was only on the second floor. Shoving her hands into the pockets of Abel's leather jacket, her small form almost swimming in the clothing item, she glanced around the large room until her eyes fell on the phone again. She frowned, wondering unhelpfully if maybe they'd start to work and she could at least get one call out. She pushed her still damp hair over her other shoulder, then put her hands back in the coat pockets; restlessness was clear throughout her form.