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caughtinanetwork2012-06-28 12:41 am
relinquishing) wrote in caughtinanetwork2012-06-28 12:41 am
[Video] - Moving Out - 009
((Backdated to the 26th))
Lunaday, Ifrit-Redecan 20, ND 2018
[The need for more apartment space had been evident since day one. As handy as the Pendilum housing was... it just wasn't fit for more than one person. And as much as they'd attempted to get it to work, it seemed that neither of the occupants of Pendilum 3-3 were enjoying their cramped quarters anymore. When the suggestion to move was finally uttered, both Luke and Guy jumped immediately at the chance.
So, the two men had spent the last handful of days packing away what belongings they had, borrowing a couple smaller carts from one of the more generous locals as they worked their way from the middle district down to the more populous areas of the bottom tier of the city. It wasn't a horribly tricky move - getting all the things down three flights of stairs had proven to be the most difficult part, after all.
The cart idea had come as a last-minute option. Guy himself wasn't sure whether it was it was good or bad at this point. Especially considering that, at the base of one of the steeper ramps, Luke had apparently decided to go catapulting down the street atop a still-empty cart, shoving Guy on along the way despite the cries of protest.
It had been a rickety, loud ride the entire way down, ending rather ungracefully as a wheel caught into the rocks and dumped its passengers onto the cobblestone before the cart itself reeled, veering to the side and clattering to the ground.
Ow.
Ah well. At least their belongings hadn't suffered from that particular trip (all their boxes still sat at the top of the hill, thank god). And despite the nasty gashes they sported afterwards, both men had spent a good while just lying in a heap in the middle of the street, sprawled out on the cobblestone in a tangled mess of limbs, laughing and wincing and shoving at one another... and, well, feeling like kids for a moment.
It was the first laugh Luke had uttered in his stay at Vatheon. As reckless and childish of a decision as it might have been, Guy couldn't help but let it slide for just this once.]
[When the video kicks in, Guy's plopped to a seat on the carpeting of the lower floor of one of the Yutopil apartments, a box of books at his side. He's already sporting an impressive wrapping around one elbow and a couple smaller bandages around his hand, but his high spirits seem to show he doesn't really mind them at all. He takes a second to grab a cushion from the nearby couch and throw it overhanded at someone off-screen, laughing as it makes very obvious contact with its target (if the quiet curse isn't evidence enough) before turning his attention to the feed.]
Hahah, ah, for those that care to know! Luke and I have moved down to a larger apartment by the Nostalgia Nook. If you need the address, feel free to shoot me a message.
As for everyone else: answer something for me, if you'd like! Back in your own worlds, what would you have considered home to be? Did you live in one place all your life, or were you a traveler? And hey, what kind of living space would you prefer if you had the chance?
Lunaday, Ifrit-Redecan 20, ND 2018
[The need for more apartment space had been evident since day one. As handy as the Pendilum housing was... it just wasn't fit for more than one person. And as much as they'd attempted to get it to work, it seemed that neither of the occupants of Pendilum 3-3 were enjoying their cramped quarters anymore. When the suggestion to move was finally uttered, both Luke and Guy jumped immediately at the chance.
So, the two men had spent the last handful of days packing away what belongings they had, borrowing a couple smaller carts from one of the more generous locals as they worked their way from the middle district down to the more populous areas of the bottom tier of the city. It wasn't a horribly tricky move - getting all the things down three flights of stairs had proven to be the most difficult part, after all.
The cart idea had come as a last-minute option. Guy himself wasn't sure whether it was it was good or bad at this point. Especially considering that, at the base of one of the steeper ramps, Luke had apparently decided to go catapulting down the street atop a still-empty cart, shoving Guy on along the way despite the cries of protest.
It had been a rickety, loud ride the entire way down, ending rather ungracefully as a wheel caught into the rocks and dumped its passengers onto the cobblestone before the cart itself reeled, veering to the side and clattering to the ground.
Ow.
Ah well. At least their belongings hadn't suffered from that particular trip (all their boxes still sat at the top of the hill, thank god). And despite the nasty gashes they sported afterwards, both men had spent a good while just lying in a heap in the middle of the street, sprawled out on the cobblestone in a tangled mess of limbs, laughing and wincing and shoving at one another... and, well, feeling like kids for a moment.
It was the first laugh Luke had uttered in his stay at Vatheon. As reckless and childish of a decision as it might have been, Guy couldn't help but let it slide for just this once.]
[When the video kicks in, Guy's plopped to a seat on the carpeting of the lower floor of one of the Yutopil apartments, a box of books at his side. He's already sporting an impressive wrapping around one elbow and a couple smaller bandages around his hand, but his high spirits seem to show he doesn't really mind them at all. He takes a second to grab a cushion from the nearby couch and throw it overhanded at someone off-screen, laughing as it makes very obvious contact with its target (if the quiet curse isn't evidence enough) before turning his attention to the feed.]
Hahah, ah, for those that care to know! Luke and I have moved down to a larger apartment by the Nostalgia Nook. If you need the address, feel free to shoot me a message.
As for everyone else: answer something for me, if you'd like! Back in your own worlds, what would you have considered home to be? Did you live in one place all your life, or were you a traveler? And hey, what kind of living space would you prefer if you had the chance?
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