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Ian Chesterton ([personal profile] splendid_roman) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-11-12 04:49 pm

House hunting [open]

Sleeping in a small hole quickly lost its appeal. It was alien and strange and Ian had adjusted to sleeping on a odd-shaped bed once upon a time, but this would take more adjusting. And when there were perfectly normal rooms in the city there didn't seem like much point.

Although Ian was temporarily living in the city, he needed somewhere more permanent and preferably more normal. He wasn't going anywhere, and it didn't look like the war was ending, so he might as well settle in.

Of course it would help if he didn't keep getting distracted by discovering more of the city...


((ooc: He is going to be finding somewhere with John Crichton, but you can find him gaping at the building of your choice in the city.))

[identity profile] newyorkbynight.livejournal.com 2011-12-12 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's New York. Money lets you to do a lot of things." Elisa pulled a face that was only partially theatrical. She loved the city and she had dedicated her life to the pursuit of justice, but she wouldn't pretend that the system was perfect. "He shipped it over brick by brick and built it on the top of a skyscraper in the city."

[identity profile] newyorkbynight.livejournal.com 2011-12-15 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Definitely," she said with a nod, "But I guess it's one way of making sure you don't get bothered by the neighbours."

She glanced at Bronx, who had followed them inside, giving the gargoyle beast an affectionate smile.

"And being up on the rooftops was good for the clan. They tend to stick out on the streets."

[identity profile] newyorkbynight.livejournal.com 2011-12-19 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
It wasn't just Bronx that stood out. Their own wings and claws tended to make an impression.

They'd reached the library while they were speaking and Bronx pushed open the door, allowing Elisa to follow him inside and hold the door open for Ian. Densely packed bookcases stretched from floor to ceiling, filled with volumes both new and old.

"What d'you think?"