Intermedia
[ Ilsa is tired. ]
[ She's been working the horrendous secretarial job to keep from being droned, using the slack times to type up the history of her world, chipping in to the office petty cash funds to cover the costs of the materials she uses. ]
[ Then it's heading home to deal with the general household maintenance, and try to keep the facade intact. Not as many drone neighbors as when she first landed here, but having a drone son meant watching what she said in her house. ]
[ House. Not home. Home was still in Atlanta. Home was a place she felt comfortable being barefoot. Home was people she missed seeing or talking to at least once a week, and she keenly felt the lack of contact with her support system. ]
[ What is going on in the basement that was taking every free waking moment wouldn't be home, either. but it would be a place she could breathe. Recharge. Framing is finally finished, and the wiring as well. The plumbing is almost finished, and after that, with the drywall up, the next phase of the work could begin. ]
[ But until then, she was still still very tired. ]
[ This Monday, you can find her in several places: ]
[ The Office: Ilsa's job as a secretary isn't that taxing, but she looks busy enough that they tend to leave her alone, as long as the typing is done and the phones are answered. ]
MacCready & Sons, how may I direct your call?
[ The General Store: She still hasn’t gotten to the point of buying frozen dinners, but she seems to need more time to make a simple selection. Care to bother her for a moment? ]
[ 1490 Kramden Road: The early evening finds her in the kitchen, which should surprise no one. Friends are welcome, and family are... perhaps not expected, but encouraged? ]
[ She's been working the horrendous secretarial job to keep from being droned, using the slack times to type up the history of her world, chipping in to the office petty cash funds to cover the costs of the materials she uses. ]
[ Then it's heading home to deal with the general household maintenance, and try to keep the facade intact. Not as many drone neighbors as when she first landed here, but having a drone son meant watching what she said in her house. ]
[ House. Not home. Home was still in Atlanta. Home was a place she felt comfortable being barefoot. Home was people she missed seeing or talking to at least once a week, and she keenly felt the lack of contact with her support system. ]
[ What is going on in the basement that was taking every free waking moment wouldn't be home, either. but it would be a place she could breathe. Recharge. Framing is finally finished, and the wiring as well. The plumbing is almost finished, and after that, with the drywall up, the next phase of the work could begin. ]
[ But until then, she was still still very tired. ]
[ This Monday, you can find her in several places: ]
[ The Office: Ilsa's job as a secretary isn't that taxing, but she looks busy enough that they tend to leave her alone, as long as the typing is done and the phones are answered. ]
MacCready & Sons, how may I direct your call?
[ The General Store: She still hasn’t gotten to the point of buying frozen dinners, but she seems to need more time to make a simple selection. Care to bother her for a moment? ]
[ 1490 Kramden Road: The early evening finds her in the kitchen, which should surprise no one. Friends are welcome, and family are... perhaps not expected, but encouraged? ]