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[realimperfect]

[ Hi, Lunatia. Have a somewhat bored looking woman here, sort of gong bonkers sitting in this new apartment or exploring at random. She isn't good with this whole preventing herself from going stir crazy thing, but has for once opted to reach out and take other people's recommendations instead of meddling her way through. ]

So far as settling in here, I need a few things. I was hoping someone might be able to offer me a good suggestion or two to look in to on a few items so that this isn't.. quite so jarring.

[ Spoilers : it'll be jarring no matter what going from a glassed-in, engineered Utopia to a nuclear wasteland to a place that's not too far off Romdeau barring, you know. Lack of social and genetic engineering. So hey, up and up.

Long, pale fingers are counted on as she goes through her items: ]

One, I need a place to shop for clothing. I can't keep wearing these things every day.

Two, I'm going to need a place to train or, maybe, a trainer. Getting back in to a fitness routine now that I'm not on the Rabbit every day will be an improvement, I think.

Three... [ She pauses, seems to waver on this one, and finally comes out with it as if it's begrudging : ] ...I guess I'm going to have to learn to cook at least somewhat. Without Iggy or Vincent I'm at a loss, here. So, if anyone can give me instructions past a 'pinch' of salt in water for noodles, I'd appreciate it.

If anyone has anything to offer on any of these I'd appreciate it.

[ A curt little nod, and the video ends. ]

Comments

[torsion]

Not your cup of tea either, I take it.

That's gotta be frustrating. A lot of people seem to be taking this as a chance to indulge or do things they wouldn't be able to otherwise and I can't blame them. The only time I nag is when people are reckless.

[ Which is ironic because she can be pretty thoughtless in dangerous situations. ]

Sometimes the act of making something yourself is rewarding and relaxing in its own way, I get it. I'd probably start maybe working with eggs or pasta? Pretty simple and if you mess either up, there's always premade sauces and condiments.

[realimperfect]

I was given some leeway, but not too entirely much lest I risk being too distasteful.

It was life. Normal, to a point. Being the Regent’s granddaughter came with certain expectations. Mostly making others desperate to be a Fellow Citizen of your caliber - whatever that meant. But it also meant grandfather attempting to stifle most whims, and if he couldn’t or didn’t, my doctor attempting a different angle.

The last time I tried to make pasta Vincent took over and I was finding dried noodles under compartments for weeks.

[torsion]

I mean, you can do what you want now. And there's a lot of people here who fall into the "distasteful" category, if you ask me.
Just go for what makes you feel happy or comfortable.

I think I get it. To some degree, anyway. Even if you're only connected by a thin line and don't hold the same power, people treat you like you've got the same.
Or, at least can influence that power.
It's shitty, sometimes.

Start smaller than you think you need.
That's always worked for me. Might mean more time later, but it helps you get a feel and it's less of a mess. Less add more this or that to even it out.

[realimperfect]

My influence over grandfather was nothing. Other than sometimes citizens would also address me as 'your excellency' - which I hated.

Either way, being other people's chess piece was wearying - so I did away with it.