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[siesinddasessen]

I need a new place. Someplace not visited by those outside of the network, but large on the inside (at the moment, two stories high will do, but higher is is preferred) and also with a large exit, though if that is to the side, up or down doesn't matter. Otherwise it should be generally fit for a person to live there; heat and running water and such things, in some shape or form. No stables.

Secondly, any recommendations for easily digestible food that has no spices to it?

[This is basically the reason for which she has been "nice", at least occasionally. To qualify for help, should shit go down. Asking for it still is putting a part of herself in other people's hands, and she hates it, so she'll be on edge here and probably her usual jerk self despite asking for something... You are warned.]

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[espigeonage]

[There's a knock on whichever door she's behind.]

- Oatmeal, other porridgey-type things, toast, basic broth, baby food. Can we talk?

[siesinddasessen]

[Let's assume that she's in her room for the sake of this, sitting on the bed with her legs crossed. Her few belongings are boxed up or in bags, though it is less now than when she moved in - she got rid of some things when it became clear that she would have to move again.]

Come in.

[espigeonage]

[Julien opens it and comes in far enough to lean his back against the wall near the door.]

So.

[He's very rarely at a loss for words, but it takes him a moment. Julien shifts his weight and rubs an arm with the opposite hand.]

How much longer? Or does it pretty much have to be now? The super forwarded me a noise complaint from the apartment underneath, but... well, it's an apartment building, everyone complains about these things.

[siesinddasessen]

[She looks at him for a moment, then shrugs and gets up.

Her clothes are definitely far too small by now - she bought a couple of super-sized dresses when she realized what was happening, which just looks odd on her - she isn't a skirt person - and she's "only" grown twelve centimetres yet, so the dress pools around her feet a bit.

Still, 192 is taller than 180, enough that it should be easily visible even to someone a good deal shorter to begin with.]

Not now, but very soon. It's been less than two weeks.

[espigeonage]

[it looks pretty silly, Julien notes in an offhanded way.]

Yeah. And you don't think it'll be stopping any time soon.

[He turns his head so he faces the window.]

Shitty time for this to happen, with these cold spells... I hope you get some options, Locke's got enough weird rumors without things in the woods.

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[charcoalfeather]

Uh for the food thing rice is easy to digest.

I'd offer you a place at my estate, but I have servants and stuff so thatll probably not work.

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[siesinddasessen]

Anything that doesn't need cooking?

No abandoned gym? [She's joking, but, wow. Estate and servants. Some of the people on this network. Maybe she can still get something out of this girl.]

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[charcoalfeather]

Bread? types of fruit are easy to digest.

[Yup, just some perks of being the heir to a global shipping company. It's nothing special.] Uh no? My place doesn't have a gym.

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[siesinddasessen]

Then it wouldn't be of any use anyway, I'll need a large room.

Why servants, though?

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[charcoalfeather]

Well sorry I guess.

Uh my families kind of rich. Like, really rich actually.

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[onlyleft]

I can't help with a place but what about bread, rice, and potatoes? Or oatmeal, but idk why you need food without spices?

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[siesinddasessen]

A pulse.

Seems that my former self wasn't used to spices at all. Even a little bit seems overly flavoured.

[moralizes]

I have a place. It's three total, although one is the basement, but it's partially above-ground. There's also a bit of an attic, so it is fairly high. The doors are pretty average height, but that could always be fixed.

It's my parents' house, I've been hanging onto it mostly out of laziness. Sometimes I stay there, but I have my own apartment, so if you'd prefer to be alone or would like to have friends there, that's no issue here.

[siesinddasessen]

Is there a room that is three stories high? An entrance hall, or similar?

[moralizes]

It's not that fancy. Part of the living room is two stories, I guess. It's sort of cut off like a balcony on the second floor, overlooking it.

[siesinddasessen]

Good for a while, then.

Where is it, and how much rent would you require for the living room?

[moralizes]

No need for rent, and it's in the northeast, [insert an actual address here]. I can give you a lift, if you like.

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[shortspoken]

You're not asking for much, are you?

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[siesinddasessen]

A whirlpool would be nice, but I feel that might put too much pressure on those rushing to offer me a new home.

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[shortspoken]

Quite. You shouldn't hold back, though. Your comfort is paramount.
Perhaps request a solid gold toilet or two?

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[siesinddasessen]

I feel that won't be quite necessary, but I'm thinking about a movie room now; the type with a 20x16 foot screen. And a waterfall; I have heard those are rather popular among those that are numbered. [Well, Sho has one, anyway.]

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[pumpkinbutt]

Liquid foods tend to be the best if you're looking for something easy. otherwise I'd suggest yogourt or soft fruit!

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[siesinddasessen]

Liquids might mean trouble. [She'd really rather have as little food or drink intake as possible until she has this figured out.]

I should add a fridge to the list of things that a possible home would require, then.

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[pumpkinbutt]

Is this all for moving out? like real moving out. it sounded kind of like you were more just asking for a base or something.

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[siesinddasessen]

Moving out until further notice.

[She already has everything boxed up and is ready - it's not much, anyway.]