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Susan is (as always) a woman on a mission.
It's much too cold out to spend hours in an unheated shed outdoors, so she'sbullied entreated Lancelot to help her bring in box after box of papers from the one with the dog-house in it. Her favorite parlor continues to shape itself to her preferences - the lock from the day Lancelot was overcome by his traumatic neuroses is still there; too, the fireplace has grown larger, the seating more attuned to her preferred comfort level (a soft, enveloping armchair; a couch firm enough to offer appropriate support, and so on). Lately, she's transplanted an electric kettle to the credenza at the back of the room; the Mansion has since generated a wet bar dedicated entirely to tea; she's further supplied it with some fresh-baked biscuits. There's a corkboard in the corner propped on an easel where she's been compiling ideas for the first play, which is still largely contained to trying to guesstimate exactly how large a cast they should aim for based on how many people Nina might convince to act, rather than serve in behind-the-scenes roles. Slowly, she's moved some of the books cluttering up her bedroom to the shelves here - in truth, though this is a public space, she's started thinking of this parlor in particular as her room. She can't help but wonder if one day, a door will appear connecting it to her bedroom, thus completing her slow acquisition of it.
In any event, by the time she moves in the tenth or twelfth box, the room has generated storage along one wall: long, deep shelves perfectly sized to hold the boxes, bookended by built-in filing cabinets where she can place the papers once they're sorted. So she tucks all the boxes away on the shelves save one, which she places on the sturdy coffee table. Perhaps something inside will offer some clues, either about why they're all here or about what's to come. Today, the door is wide open; she will be glad of most company. In the meantime, there's a record of her favorite sort of music on the gramaphone the Mansion has recently provided this room, and she's swaying in time to it as she opens the box.
Typist note: this post is intended to cover pretty much any time between the body swaps and Dark! Feel free to have anyone stop by to rifle through some mystery silly papers with Susan... or to just chat generally.
It's much too cold out to spend hours in an unheated shed outdoors, so she's
In any event, by the time she moves in the tenth or twelfth box, the room has generated storage along one wall: long, deep shelves perfectly sized to hold the boxes, bookended by built-in filing cabinets where she can place the papers once they're sorted. So she tucks all the boxes away on the shelves save one, which she places on the sturdy coffee table. Perhaps something inside will offer some clues, either about why they're all here or about what's to come. Today, the door is wide open; she will be glad of most company. In the meantime, there's a record of her favorite sort of music on the gramaphone the Mansion has recently provided this room, and she's swaying in time to it as she opens the box.
Typist note: this post is intended to cover pretty much any time between the body swaps and Dark! Feel free to have anyone stop by to rifle through some mystery silly papers with Susan... or to just chat generally.