► LOG

[vrituom]

Who: andrea quill + you
When: through april
Where: various adi locations
Summary: getting bearings, snooping, probably offending some people
Warnings: will update with!

► LIBRARY

( hearing that there was a library was a good thing. she hoped. the vague information that quill had been given so far sounded both bullshit and just another tuesday but that seemed to sum up her existence now. which made information more important.

and she could handle a computer. granted, she didn't know exactly what she was searching for but she'd uncovered interesting (and disturbing) things on less before.

except after her first couple of searches, clicks and maybe a bit of a rabbit hole she'd ended up on ancestry. it wasn't what she'd been searching for, didn't have a relation to what she'd initially googled. and actually was more confusing than anything )

How's this supposed to help anyone?

( and why would anyone want it to? family history? endless searching that probably wasn't relevant or related? sounded awful )

► CANTEEN

( the last time she'd come over for coffee she'd ended up distracted by something else and hadn't actually found the coffee. this time she was beginning her search again, poking at what was nearby and generally missing the coffee machine that's probably right next to her.

it's not entirely her fault, she's not familiar with one and is used to making it herself. which is probably why there's some irritated muttering as she keeps looking because how is it so hard to find something.

clueing her in is probably as risky as it is helpful. good luck )

► FLOOR B3

( considering that quill can't actually use any of the weapons available you'd think it'd be torturous for her to look. it is, a little at least but what soldier would she be if she wasn't at least a little informed about the defensive capabilities of what was here.

besides, she can still hold them to see how they'd work even if that's all she can do.

though she happens to come down when someone's getting training -- of knives of all things. it's interesting to watch, sad in some ways and-- the last throw might have hit painful )

The balance is wrong.

( of the knife. did they know she was there? whatever. she's observed enough and at least what's happening isn't entirely the trainee's fault )

Probably badly made or kept. It makes the landing harder.

Comments

Wildcard (The Other Significantly Less Friendly Roommate)

[aelwyn_aberration]

[Aelwyn arrives at the apartment after a night of going over false reports and conspiracy boards planted by the people working under her for this, well, murder that she's putting into action.

She steps into the living room with a sigh, taking her shoes off.] Mercy? Sorry I'm late...

[Her voice is tired as she calls out, but her eyes turn sharp when she spots the new presence. For just a moment, they're evaluating, bordering on hostile, like a predator has just found another of it's kind digging through their habitat.

But she simmers down almost immediately. Instead letting out a slight huff of irritation. This is getting quite old at this point.]

Another one, then. [She heads into the kitchen without any further greeting.]