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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]

[Julien takes off his glasses and studies the lenses.]

Oh, I don't doubt that. Mine's about as civilized as me. Maybe. He's not totally appalled by MREs, I don't know if that's a point in his favor or not.

[siesinddasessen]

No high expectations in his food speak of a practical mind. Maybe he didn't even overdo the spices in his food.

[She doesn't really care about the level of civilized that former her was, but she'd really like for that person to not have eaten the former versions of people present in Locke.]

[espigeonage]

[He snorts.] He poured on the salt, that's all. Bland as rhyming blue and you. [pigeons have few tastebuds.] Now I know why there was no Tabasco sauce, though.

The coffee, now, he took that strong enough I'm surprised the cups never dissolved.

[siesinddasessen]

....

You seriously echoed his preferences in food as memories, or are you just fucking with me now?

[espigeonage]

[He raises his eyebrows, inner eyelids blinking.]

No, no, this was way back in December, when I got shot. I have never stopped preferring real food.

[siesinddasessen]

...I'll be paying rent until the end of this month, all my things will be out of the room before then. Will you find a new tenant, or should I try?

[espigeonage]

All right... Well, I want a new tenant, and I want them from the Numbers Club. I'll ask about it in a few days, I guess, but if you know anyone who's looking, it'd be appreciated.

[He slides both feet to the floor, gets up, and stretches languidly.]

If I burst out in claws and wings I'll have to go, and I'd rather the apartment went to someone, instead of sitting empty. [It's a sad image for him, so he moves on. Petty things are important, sometimes.] I'll need someone here to send me my stuff!

[siesinddasessen]

I know of nobody, but I'll keep an eye out.

[She doesn't get up to see him out, nor does she anything else, really. Maybe she'll nap for a bit.]

[espigeonage]

Thanks. Let me know when you're about to go, all right?

[siesinddasessen]

I will.

[Expect her to be out of the apartment by the 23rd or a bit later]