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Hnn? Well-- my old room is still available~ though the bed is much smaller than the one in our room. We could get another brought in, or something bigger if you wanted.

*If two beds were in the room, they could be pushed together. If a larger bed was brought in to the room, it would still be fine as space was available. Then again, Mas could suggest just sleeping in the small bed together, making it so that the two would be very close to one another all night. Nana would chuckle lightly, being refured to with Mas as vagabonds, though in a way, before returning with Matema she sort of was. Alone in the cold lonely church, not a soul around for months. The last really good meal she had eaten, probably the sandwich Twilight had made for her. Probably little more than bread and water after that; thinking back to those times she really was. It wasn't the prettiest place, but it did its job to keep Nana from the elements, and keep her warm. Nana's head would turn a little to that the side of her head would rest lightly on Mas' nearest arn and shoulder*

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Better to look towards the future hmm?

*Moments after Nana had commented on Mastema's thoughts from times before there marriage, she was swept off of her feet again. Nana didn't have much time to make a remark of any kind, and by the time she made her short shout of surprise, Mastema was already half way to the elevator. Then once in the elevator, Nana would curl up slightly to maker herself take up a little less space, even if there seemed to be ample room*

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Ah--!

*Before Mastema and Nana had officially wed, her old room was down on the seventy-seventh level of the tower. At that time the tower was still under going repairs, and was a maze of cables and old debris. The room itself that Nana stayed in was rather spartan, with little in the ways of-- well anyhting. There was a single bed, a small computer console with enclosed chair, a small bathroom with toilet and shower, a window and finally a small chest of drawers. Most of the other rooms in the tower were still likely the same, even the children's first bedroom wasn't much more than that, before they changed things for them. Their current bedrooms too had little more than that, and over time would likely accumulate more personal items and furniture as the children needed them*

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...'lightly dressed' hmm? I sense an ulterior motive.

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*It was actually a rather comforting feeling to be cradled in someone's arms, it must have been how the children felt when Nana snuggled them close. Briefly looking inside the room once Mastema had put her down and opened the door, Nana couldn't help but feel nolstagic about being there. The last time she had been in the room at all was probably to find a few things from when she and Mastema had gone on their honeymoon, or perhaps once or twice after the fact. Suddenly being pulled back, held and kissed, Nana would roll her eyes playfully when mention was made of 'favors'*

Favors huh? Most pleasant you say? Hnn hnn hnn~ My, my, what am I going to do with you? Khnn.

*One of Nana's arms would rest over the arm Mastema had around her midrift, the other would pat the side of his face near his jawline lightly. My Mastema was acting cadly today, granted that wasn't so unusual for him. Given his current mood, he must have finished up whatever work he needed to do, with favorable results. Now his attentions could be turned on Nana, and would be until such time, he needed to go off to manage the Citadel again*

Khnn~

*Nana was more than happy to just stand there, kiss pressed to her neck. The children were asleep, Thanatos was out at a function and said he would return by morning, the renovations continued to go smoothly, Mastema was finished with his work today. A light sigh pressing past Nana's lips, contented she most certainly was*

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So, are we going to loiter in the halls all night dear?

*As the Citadel didn't contain an infinite number of resources, the materials Nana had the bots using may have been recycled or even reclaimed, present in several of the old houses and appartments. If only the hall of doors was still accessable, Mastema would have no trouble getting what he needed. Then again-- What about Phia's world? It had resources didn't it? Vehicles for metal and fuel, people, food, other building materials and land. But Mastema probably wasn't up for an invasion so it didn't really matter, a fleeting thought*

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*Moving off into the room, Nana would spin back to face Mastema a few steps in. Continuing to walk backwards, Nana would eventually run into the bed, plopping down softly on the matress. From there she could see the whole room and Mastema's movements in said room. Being given the lead, now that the two were in her room, Nana would ponder for a minute on what to do. Aside from snuggling up and going to sleep, there was always time for a quick shower, and maybe Nana could inquire how Mastema's day had gone otherwise, what he was working on today. They could also plan an outting somewhere, or a visit with Slayer and Sho, family was important afterall*

So-- what did you end up doing after I left?

....yes, after I lingered.

*Nana would look to Mastema playfully, waiting for him to continue. While Mastema spoke of his projects, Nana remembered a project she had asked of Mastema nearly two years earlier. The progress of which she knew not of, maybe now was a good time to inquire. The basics of the original request was to make Zio's screens viewable only to the person using them. For instance if Nana or the children were writing in a personal journal and someone wandered in, they might like a bit of privacy without someone looking over their shoulder. The application could be used for any information public or private. The idea was similar to a security-screen on a computer. You could see the information, but someone next to you could not*

Hmm, what about that little side project I mentioned some time back? The one with added Zio security, when using the screens for one on one use?

"Hmmm, ah of course, you mean the idea to project a screen directly onto a person's eye. I haven't forgotten it or neglected it, if that's what you're asking." Mastema stepped over to the bed, where Nana was sitting, and put one knee up on the matress. He then leaned over, put his hand on the matress and the other around Nana. "As it turns out, it's rather difficult to make a system that could do such a thing with ease. Aside from the problem of making a fast enough system to follow the small movements of the eye and body, there's the problem of having the incoming light directed from the right angle, intensity, and so on." Mastema leaned his head closer to Nana so that his chin was resting on her shoulder and his lips were closing to her neck.

If Mastema was concerned about the person who'd fired on the barrier, he didn't show it. Other than that, she seemed to have moved onto more important things rather quickly. It was a wise choice, considering she'd be swiss cheese if she'd given the defenses or citadel inhabitants time to react. "Although, I've tried to make something else that keeps the same idea. After a bit of work, I believe I now have something which will accomplish the same effect without all of these nasty specifics." Leaning forward more, Mastema places a kiss on Nana's neck, and wraps the one arm more tightly around Nana. He was talking quite fluidly about all of the details, but his actions seemed to be acting as if the conversation was a different one. Rather, it seemed Mas's mind and his body were in two different places at the moment.

"I figured, if it's too difficult to make the person of interest the only one who can see the screen, then I'll make the screen of interest useless to everyone else." Mastema adjusted himself to support Nana leaning on him better. Given the success of the first kiss, he also kissed her a second time on the cheek, close to her mouth. "My idea is to just project more on the screen than is needed. But this extra light will have special properties, specific wavelengths. To anyone in the room, the screen will be a kaleidoscopic projection of light, or perhaps an empty screen, and nothing more." He found comfortable, stable position and brought up the hand he'd been using to prop himself up, stroking Nana's hair with it instead. The other arm remained wrapped around her. "The person, however, will have a special kind of polarized lens. The lens will correspond to a particular wavelength of the light, and filters the masking light out. So, whoever wears the right lens can read the screen because only light from the real screen is transmitted. It's really not so different from decoding." For the most part finished with his explanation, Mastema turned his attention to his caressing Nana.