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The remarkable thing about London, these days, is the real estate situation. Dianne would have thought that, even with half the population decimated, London would still be full, that new people would flock in to fill it up. This doesn't seem to be the case, though - there's a touch of melancholy about the city, still some damage lingering even now, a good nine months after Z-Day. City budget and all that. The stubborn Londoners remain, the ones who wouldn't leave even if the continent were flooded. Some people have been trickling into London - some looking for a change of pace, or drawn by the city's recent history, but mostly people like Dianne, the ones who had to leave but can't stay away.
The upshot being that the search for a flat has changed dramatically. Rent prices are something approaching reasonable these days, and those in need of flatmates anxious to make a good impression. The power is in the hands of the searcher to pick and choose rather than take the first thing offered.
Dianne already knows she'll take this place. She felt it the moment she walked in, that sense of connection and belonging. Her decision was made before she even shook her prospective flatmate's hand. Still, though, she'd be a fool not to look around, so she does, poking through the kitchen and the bathroom and her future bedroom.
And when she opens the closet door and pokes her head inside, what she sees makes her beam with delight - it's been far too long since Milliways invited her in. She glances over her should to make sure the flatmate isn't hovering, and then steps inside.
The upshot being that the search for a flat has changed dramatically. Rent prices are something approaching reasonable these days, and those in need of flatmates anxious to make a good impression. The power is in the hands of the searcher to pick and choose rather than take the first thing offered.
Dianne already knows she'll take this place. She felt it the moment she walked in, that sense of connection and belonging. Her decision was made before she even shook her prospective flatmate's hand. Still, though, she'd be a fool not to look around, so she does, poking through the kitchen and the bathroom and her future bedroom.
And when she opens the closet door and pokes her head inside, what she sees makes her beam with delight - it's been far too long since Milliways invited her in. She glances over her should to make sure the flatmate isn't hovering, and then steps inside.