Nix Residence: The Calm before The Storm

THE VAGABOND

Jessica herself had gotten lost. She couldn't believe it! Her, someone who wandered the woods for damn near sixty years, lost her way! It was a foolish thought, she said to herself, walking beside the unreasonably silent figure. The small girl seemed to be deep in thought, Jessica observed, and silently blessing the silence, kept her own as well. The forest had brighten up considerably, as they were walking for quite a while before finally emerging in front of a large building. She rode up with Lydia to the eighty-third floor, and watched as the girl walked inside, performing all kinds of tasks before disappearing for some time.

Jessica walked in, after a while. She took the liberty of inspecting the floor, the other... doors, and assessing possible escape routes, should any sort of need for them occur. Then, with a sigh, she walked into the place, sitting down in some random old chair, and took a glance around her surroundings. It had been a while since she was actually inside a building, an odd passing thought said, as Jessica mused over this fact. She was brought back to reality by the green-haired girl walking back into the room, which apparently seemed to be the kitchen, then beginning to start some food.

Jessica had no real mind for food. She could cook well enough to get herself by in the wild, but that was about it. The food she made was passable, certainly not good, and perish the thought of it ever being great. That stereotype about women being great chefs? False. Jessica proved it simply by existing. That was the reason she did not comment on the fact that fried rice was being prepared with sweet/sour chicken, nor had any other interest in it before it was finished. The girl still seemed to be quiet, so Jessica saw no reason to change her own disposition, as she soundlessly stood and inspected the rest of the home.

It was nice, she thought, being back in civilization. There were many amenities that were brought to reality that had been lacking since she was gone. Technology advanced at a staggering pace, and there were many times a kind passing tech-head took time out of their busy day going this way and that to assist her -- even for a moment. Much time of her own had been prevented from being wasted thanks to that. And it was nice as well to not be stared at wherever she went. Acceptance must have gone up while she was gone, too.

The dining room was better furnished than the kitchen. Spices that could be placed on your food after it was finished were on the table, and it was covered with a cloth that vaguely resembled flowers. Flowers... Flowers were definitely nice. Smelled nice, felt nice, and looked nice. Why was she thinking about flowers?

Jessica glanced back to the kitchen, then shrugged. Her footsteps, having long since lost the noise they made, padded quietly throughout the place. There were occasional creaks, which was to be expected in a place this large, and eventually settled in the living room after checking out any room with an open door. The chair she sat upon was nice, too. Why was she still thinking about nice?

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