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weirderthanthou) wrote2020-07-24 11:17 am
weirderthanthou) wrote2020-07-24 11:17 am
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MCA #4, Friday Morning
Jesse had lived in enough fully-furnished apartments in her life that waking up in a new bed wasn't as weird as it could have been. She did wonder, faintly, who had lived here - why there was a bump somewhere in the floor in the living room that looked like someone had sat there for far too long, and why the bathroom smelled so strongly of bleach.
But only faintly. Mostly it was nice to have a bed again. Even the Bureau had still been busy finding her living arrangements with the building on lockdown, right before she vanished.
She sat up and rubbed her eyes, considering the largely-empty bedroom.
It's not like I have anything to put in it.
Well, except for that 90s phone from Town Hall. It now sat on her nightstand, looking exactly as old-fashioned as the rotary phones back at the bureau. It wasn't ringing. Right now, there wasn't even a dial tone.
Come on, Emily. Get back to me.
[[ open, sure ]]
But only faintly. Mostly it was nice to have a bed again. Even the Bureau had still been busy finding her living arrangements with the building on lockdown, right before she vanished.
She sat up and rubbed her eyes, considering the largely-empty bedroom.
It's not like I have anything to put in it.
Well, except for that 90s phone from Town Hall. It now sat on her nightstand, looking exactly as old-fashioned as the rotary phones back at the bureau. It wasn't ringing. Right now, there wasn't even a dial tone.
Come on, Emily. Get back to me.
[[ open, sure ]]