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Ty's Life: Post Complex- Late Summer '11 |
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It was the longest twenty-four hours of her life. One moment she was with Charlie sound asleep after an evening together, and the next thing she knew she was miles underground in some weird science facility. Of course, the usual gang was there too. And of course, it was related to Xik. As much as she cared about her friend she spent more and more time re-evaluating her association with him. Very little good seemed to come from it; along with a lot of near death experiences.
After a quick stop at Charlie's place to pick up her belongings, Ty took a cab home to her own apartment. She wore clothes that were wrinkled from being crumpled up on the floor but for the time being she didn't care. Two bags kept her arms full. They contained the high tech armor she borrowed from a soldier.
Normally she wouldn't bother with such things, but since her adventures became more frequent some sort of defense would be useful. (And it was a nice suit.) Also concealed in her bag was a pistol she took from Verdona's personal armory. Ty slipped it into the drawer. Sure, having these things made her feel better but the fact was that getting to them in a time of need would be a challenge.
She dropped the bag of armor in the corner and headed to the bathroom for a long shower. Partially because they'd been kidnapped and fighting and covered in blood and sicknasty and partially because Verdona seemed to want to use her and Thil for a study of human biology instead of making them scary monsters. She wasn't sure which fate was worse. Probably being a monster, but whatever.
One hour later Ty stepped out and toweled off, dressed in comfy pajamas and put rubber gloves on. She needed something to do with herself, and what better way to do that than clean EVERYTHING. Cleaning her apartment was therapeutic, and most importantly-- safe. There was routine, she knew what to expect, and it kept her occupied. It was a symbolic clean slate. Everything bad that happened was behind her and now she had "started over."
An apartment can only be so clean though. Ty spent two whole days cleaning her apartment, stopping only for snacks, showers, and sleep. After the place was immaculate she watered and pruned her various potted plants--another part of her recovery routine. She harvested some fresh mint from the window box and moved onto phase three of recovery. Cooking. Ty didn't have much to make in terms of savory food, but she did have tons of baking supplies, so she baked. And baked and baked. The girl made cookies, cupcakes, pies, cakes, danishes, croissants, all manner of pastry one could imagine.
Another two days passed and Ty had baked dozens of cookies and cupcakes, a few full sized cakes and pies, and created another large mess. Dish-washing ensued, along with another full day of cleaning the kitchen and stove and counters and floor and cabinets and everything. Again.
Finally her frenzy came to an end. Now she was stuck with an impossibly clean place and a bakery's inventory. Perhaps her friends would appreciate some. Then the leftovers could go to Charlie's coworkers. It's a good thing Ty kept so many plates around, she was going to need them.
Pen in hand along with stationary and multiple plates all cellophaned and tied with a ribbon, Ty wrote little notes to each of her friends.
 T y l e n o l. · Mon Sep 05, 2011 @ 05:12am · 0 Comments |
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