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77 Godiva Street; Tuesday [07/07].
Jul. 7th, 2020 09:46 amRosa probably could have picked a better day to do this, but it was the middle of summer, it was probably going to be annoying hot for at least a week, if they were lucky, so she was just going to suck it up because she was getting a little restless about the next step in her whole....ugh, reinvention, or whatever that guru she'd encountered while hiking through Tibet had called it, and that meant finally getting to work on her new...offices, she supposed. And, as she glanced up toward the second floor of the building she was putting her name on, apartment.
"What a dump," she muttered, to no one in particular, as she moved forward to unlock the door and go have a look around so she can start making her remodeling plans and get a really good idea on what needed to be done.
It wasn't a dump; it was fine. She was just being dramatic. Shocker, right? Alert the presses. But open real estate was pretty tight on this island, so it was either this place, the place next door or the place down the street, and while the place down the street had a much better view of the ocean and the mainland, she just felt this place was the right one. If she believed in that sort of crap, she'd think it was tied into 7 being a lucky number or something, but that was obviously stupid.
So she was just going to be picking around and scoping things out and making plans and blueprints in a tiny notebook in the sweltering heat, and then narrowing her eyes slightly when she realized the jacket she'd laid down earlier had definitely disappeared, and maybe that was a sign that she should scope out the other places a little, too, just in case there was something wrong with this one.
[[ mostly establishing, but can definitely be open! ]]
"What a dump," she muttered, to no one in particular, as she moved forward to unlock the door and go have a look around so she can start making her remodeling plans and get a really good idea on what needed to be done.
It wasn't a dump; it was fine. She was just being dramatic. Shocker, right? Alert the presses. But open real estate was pretty tight on this island, so it was either this place, the place next door or the place down the street, and while the place down the street had a much better view of the ocean and the mainland, she just felt this place was the right one. If she believed in that sort of crap, she'd think it was tied into 7 being a lucky number or something, but that was obviously stupid.
So she was just going to be picking around and scoping things out and making plans and blueprints in a tiny notebook in the sweltering heat, and then narrowing her eyes slightly when she realized the jacket she'd laid down earlier had definitely disappeared, and maybe that was a sign that she should scope out the other places a little, too, just in case there was something wrong with this one.
[[ mostly establishing, but can definitely be open! ]]
