[action] Moving day!

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

[Jessica has a wagon, a bulbasaur, and several helpful robots. The odd caravan is wearing a light path between the fortress and Beaumont, bearing various bundles of stuff: clothes, bedclothes, a stock of items identifiable as healy things from Sephiroth's home, and various nerd implements, among other things.]

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did someone say "nerd implements"?

[urbanwonderland.livejournal.com]

[Reeve is out and about-- she'd never miss a chance to lend a hand to a friend in need! Or at least lend her company to a friend with interesting stuff and several fully operational clockwork robots.]

Hello, there! Is it moving day already? If you can use the extra labor or company, I'll tag along.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Oh, um, yeah... Grell had room, and, um, y'know... since it was kind of empty at the fortress... (not really sure why I'm explaining this...)

[urbanwonderland.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a good idea-- after all, who wants to knock around an empty fortress?
(Well, apart from Sephiroth.)

Do you know Grell very well?

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

...kinda? She seems okay, mostly. I mean, Zenobia lived there before, so... [shrug]

I guess I'm just sort of desperate for company.

[urbanwonderland.livejournal.com]

No need for that, Sephiroth is always happy to see you, and so am I for that matter.
But I do know what you mean. At home, I don't have very many friends at work-- which is where I spend most of my time. It can get-- old.

I've spent some time with Grell, actually! She's a very interesting person.
Do you miss Zenobia?

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

[She replies a bit too quickly] I mean like, um... living-with. Company. um. Yeah.

[awkwaaard]

Yeah. I guess the interesting thing is one reason I'm doing this; I'm kind of desperate for some sort of, um, mental stimulation. Other than training robots. [And soldiers living with her.]

[She looks down at Bulbasaur.] Yeah... I mean, she's kind of, um, pushy and all, but... [sigh] And she even liked it here.

[urbanwonderland.livejournal.com]

[Reeve nods. Then drops it. In the middle of a move isn't the time.]
I understand.

Yes, things have a way of becoming routine here. I'm sure you won't lack for mental stimulation at your new place!
Speaking of, let me know when you're settled in, there's something I'd like your help on, if you can spare the time. A little project of mine.

it's a nerd party

[hopelessdreamer]

[well, this is interesting. Gal lifts a hand in greeting and jogs over.]

Need any help with that, Jessica?

Ain't no party like a nerdcore party

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah, if you don't mind... I'm moving out of the fortress, so... lots of stuff to lug around.

How've you been?

[hopelessdreamer]

Moving out? Got someplace to go?

[she shrugs a bit awkwardly.]

Well...things got pretty weird for a while there.

[she probably shouldn't mention getting hit on by Sephiroth.]

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Grell's place. She wants some more people around, and it's kind of, um, too quiet in the Fortress.

[Avoiding that topic would be preferred for multiple reasons, yes.]

That's one thing this place has more than enough of: weirdness. I'd be happy for the breaking the monotony thing, but...

[hopelessdreamer]

Oh, I saw that, on the Vine. Wasn't there someone living with you?

[she's not trying to be nosy, she's just concerned. :c]

See, things can be interesting and not weird. Like that fonbot city, for example! If only we got more stuff like that instead of monsters and music that makes people do...things.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Everyone pretty much disappeared. And apparently I just can't deal with the whole "being alone" thing.

Yeah, I have to admit, the robots are cool. I didn't really mind the monsters, but they mostly just ignored me. Their place is nice, actually. Though I guess I have weird taste.

[gun-cata.livejournal.com]

[ Larry's watching from off to the side, instead of helping at first - she'd probably just drop something that Jessica's little entourage is handling with care. ]

That's a lot to move around this place.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

[Shrug] It's gotta be moved.

[gun-cata.livejournal.com]

Guess you'd end up hauling the same amount of dirt farther, anyways.

[ She watches the robots, particularly. ]

Where are you headed?

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Yeah, and this way, I don't have to deal with annoying mutations.

Up to Beaumont. We're moving in. Most of us; I'm not sure these guys [indicating the robots] are doing anything beyond helping out.

[gun-cata.livejournal.com]

Oh? Is it really nice there?

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Seems that way. Partly it's just having company that talks.



Correction, that talks using more than three syllables.

[Action]

[tomboyishcandy.livejournal.com]

[Pinoko was just walking about, when she notices the odd progression, and diverges from her hardly planned path to feed her curiousity.]

Ah? What's thish?

[She hops up to the side of the wagon, looking to Jessica.]

Mish, that's a lot of shtuff you've got there!

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Oh, um, hi. Yeah, we're moving. Well, me and Bulbasaur are, I don't know what the robots are planning.

You're one of the recent arrivals, right?

[tomboyishcandy.livejournal.com]

Robots? Are they for real? [She looks curious. It sounds like something from a movie!] What do they do?

That's true!

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Well, as real as anything here. They can do a lot of different stuff; these guys here usually do housekeeping and maintenance, but right now they're helping me carry stuff, since I'm kind of a wimp.

Uh, welcome and my condolences, I guess. I'm Jessica Boyette. I guess you got the welcome spiel already?

[tomboyishcandy.livejournal.com]

Houshekeeping robotsh?! No way.

It's niche to meet you, Mish Boyette!

Uh-huh. Pinoko shtill thinksh thish plache makesh no shenche, though.

[That last sentence is evil. So many "s" sounds.]

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Way. They're pretty talented little dudes.

It doesn't. Every time you think you have something figured out, it all goes weird.

Who's Pinoko?