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savetheearth2013-12-01 09:19 pm
scramasax) wrote in savetheearth2013-12-01 09:19 pm
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Who: Xander Jarle, John Mitchell, and Anthony Janvier
Where: John's apartment.
When: Latter half of Nov. 26th.
What: An angel drops by in an apartment-warming visit for a vampire and a zombie.
A few stacks of boxes remain in place this long after the move. Anyone can trust that still it's all livably-established enough. Anything that'd be missed would wind up first to be dug for, after all, and moved with more than they'd realized prior to the packing and actual moving John and he had, but still, the place is evidently in order enough to be fit for guests.
Anthony's own room's barely unpacked into, as there's not much necessary to pack into it, since by now it's effectively unnecessary as a sleeping space. He still keeps himself in it at night, though - some sense of it as confining the smell he doesn't think and hopes similarly John doesn't think to actively notice, at this point - and such times as this on which the door's set to open soon, unsure if it's more out of a sense of courtesy or security.
He knows perfectly well that the visitor they're expecting is of the network, though - any anxiety's of no more than a by now accustomed default level, and it's not strictly neutrally that he's got part of his mind trained on waiting for some sort of sound from the door; the thought of having visitors is, and has consistently been for a while, somewhat relieving.
Where: John's apartment.
When: Latter half of Nov. 26th.
What: An angel drops by in an apartment-warming visit for a vampire and a zombie.
A few stacks of boxes remain in place this long after the move. Anyone can trust that still it's all livably-established enough. Anything that'd be missed would wind up first to be dug for, after all, and moved with more than they'd realized prior to the packing and actual moving John and he had, but still, the place is evidently in order enough to be fit for guests.
Anthony's own room's barely unpacked into, as there's not much necessary to pack into it, since by now it's effectively unnecessary as a sleeping space. He still keeps himself in it at night, though - some sense of it as confining the smell he doesn't think and hopes similarly John doesn't think to actively notice, at this point - and such times as this on which the door's set to open soon, unsure if it's more out of a sense of courtesy or security.
He knows perfectly well that the visitor they're expecting is of the network, though - any anxiety's of no more than a by now accustomed default level, and it's not strictly neutrally that he's got part of his mind trained on waiting for some sort of sound from the door; the thought of having visitors is, and has consistently been for a while, somewhat relieving.