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She looked up...and up...and up the long flight of stairs and set her jaw. "If you don't mind stopping once or twice, I think I can make that, though I really wish I wasn't wearing this at this moment." Forty extra pounds of weight...up a couple thousand rickety wooden steps. Wonderful. "So women can dress like men and no one minds...Hm, I think I might like it here."

"Because." She follows him up, stopping on her own once or twice, not going to ask him any favors, gasping once they reach the top. Obviously, she was out of shape and that dress was heavy, but with that figure, getting into shape might just ruin it. "So...where to...?" she pants.

Khorae couldn't help it, she knew he was messing with her. "Lead on then." She had her pride. She Would Not collapse until they got there and she had had a bath and some new clothes.

Up to the door walked Jack, her arms and even teeth carrying a multitude of grocery bags, there was a moment of struggle and wrath as she wrestled the door open, and miraculously dropped no groceries. She made her way quickly to the kitchen and dropped them all unceremoniously into a heap on the counter. Digging through them she pulled out a frozen pizza. She tore open the package, set it on a cookie sheet and popped it in the oven, only bothering to read the directions then. That done she turned around and started sorting through all the food items to put them more or less away in some state of order. Then with another fifteen minutes to kill, she wandered out to the yard...Oh and what a yard it was, a looming cliff above the crashing waves, sea salt in the air... "Ah yes, the salty tang of the beginning blood of all life..." She mused with a grin, exposing her slightly longer than normal canines. Twisting her head to the sound of voices, she noted her new roomate coming up the stairs with what seemed to be a woman wrapped in enough cloth to sail a ship with. "Ahoy there! I return with full larders!" She called out with a terrible approximation of ye olde pirate speach.

((Okay, this is the setting, moving from the ocean, (west) to the highway 101 which runs N-S:
There's the ocean, with a short stretch of sand before you hit sandy bluffs, aka cliffs made of compacted sandy earth about a hundred feet high. Wooden stairs go up the cliffs in flights, and end on a street .

Fromt here it's an uphill stroll fifty yards or so, suburban setting with a Boho-surfer look, to a set of condo houses/house on a hill. It's a big ol building with several vertical houses jammed against each other. We live in the middle one, 57 1/2 Oceanview St.

The front door faces the west and is inside a fenced patio area, so you can't see the ocean from the patio. The door opens onto the livingroom on the second floor, being groundlevel with the west side of the house which is on a bit of the slope of the hill.

The ground floor, or it is on the eastern side, is the garage, and we don't have a car.

Up some stairs is the middle floor , hardwood incidentally, which is a livingroom and then a conjoined kitchen and breakfast nook. There's also a half-bathroom on this floor.

Upstairs again is a big closet, and the twoo bedrooms, each with their own spacious bathrooms and sorta what passes for skylights. One bedroom's little balcony faces town, on bedroom's little balcony faces the ocean- it's got a decent view.

I'll be moving this to the beginning in a while))

"If this were a tent, only a two foot tall child would fit under it." Khorae fel thte need to defend her gown, she was rather fond of it after all. She slipped from her sandy shoes and lifted her skirt slightly to see if her feet needed a similiar rinse. As they seemed alright enough, she merely wiped them on the outdoor rug and rinsed her shoes instead. "You live here in this small place?"

"Cars? What are those?" She follows him through the door and living room, into the kitchen. Khorae looks curiously over his shoulder at the big white box in the corner he's stuffing things into. "It's cold; how do you keep the ice walls from melting?"