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[boobwindow]

[ ID reads Karen Starr.

As for Karen, she's seated on her bed in her shared housing complex. Next to her bedside, on the small dresser, is a tall iced cappuccino that's already a quarter finished. Most of her hair is tied up and she's dressed in a camisole and three quarter pants, but interesting there's a light sweater laying near the edge of the bed.

It's much too warm for long sleeves. ]

Probably a bit weird to ask, but how many of you are going to the jobs they set up for us? I can't exactly complain about doing work I know how to do and being able to earn money ASAP, but it still feels a bit like a demotion. I liked the view from my office window.

[ She sighs and scratches above the digital tattoo on her wrist. ]

Ugh... and I don't suppose someone's found a way to get rid of this?

Comments

[ecphrasis]

Yeah, there always seems to be something horrific like that to ruin things.

[boobwindow]

Seriously hoping that's not the case for this world five years down the line.

[ecphrasis]

I'm with you on that, definitely.

[boobwindow]

I guess in the meantime... settle in? [ There's uncertainty tinting her tone. ] Check out the beach before it's too late?

[ecphrasis]

I wouldn't mind a trip to the beach.

[boobwindow]

I was actually being sarcastic, but...

[ A day in the sun might do her some good. ]

[ecphrasis]

Oh. Oh, sorry. It just sounded nice.

[boobwindow]

No, no! I think so, too.

That it sounds nice.

[ecphrasis]

When it gets a little warmer, maybe we could get a group together and go.

[boobwindow]

If anything, that'll be sooner than later. It is Florida.