[Location: John's House - Locked to Charlotte Blaine] Spring Cleaning
[ooc: Backdated to May 9]
He put his tablet away and stood up. He was still trying to get used to finding his house there, wherever there was. He had not been back to the place in a little while, not since the last time he'd been on admin leave for discharging his weapon. The place was a mess. It hadn't really been lived in for any length of time in years.
It was a simple, two-bedroom rancher, modest by Cambridge standards. But it was his. And it was filled with his things, such as they were. One bedroom had an unassuming bed and dresser, a closet of things that he never wore. The other bedroom was an office and, as such, was filled with boxes. He couldn't even remember what was in most of them. The rest of the house--living room, den, dining room, and kitchen--was minimally furnished and even the addition of a replicator did little to mess with that not-lived-in aesthetic.
He opened the front door for her, then went to the replicator in the kitchen. Two beers and a couple of Reuben sandwiches were the order for her visit. He was even satisfied with the quality of the kraut. It reminded him of the corner delis in New York. Hopefully it would remind her, too.
He put his tablet away and stood up. He was still trying to get used to finding his house there, wherever there was. He had not been back to the place in a little while, not since the last time he'd been on admin leave for discharging his weapon. The place was a mess. It hadn't really been lived in for any length of time in years.
It was a simple, two-bedroom rancher, modest by Cambridge standards. But it was his. And it was filled with his things, such as they were. One bedroom had an unassuming bed and dresser, a closet of things that he never wore. The other bedroom was an office and, as such, was filled with boxes. He couldn't even remember what was in most of them. The rest of the house--living room, den, dining room, and kitchen--was minimally furnished and even the addition of a replicator did little to mess with that not-lived-in aesthetic.
He opened the front door for her, then went to the replicator in the kitchen. Two beers and a couple of Reuben sandwiches were the order for her visit. He was even satisfied with the quality of the kraut. It reminded him of the corner delis in New York. Hopefully it would remind her, too.