Second Secretary Aitas - Housewarming
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Aitas
Aug 12, 2025, 5:52:26 PM8/12/25
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((Aitas' Apartment, ShiKahr District, Amity Outpost))
Aitas’ apartment looked like a place someone lived in. A smaller space than she’d once had on Starbase 118, but her father had his own apartment right next door, and so two bedrooms was quite sufficient for her and Aurelio.
There was art on the walls, a mixture of more abstract pieces and landscapes that were far more enticing than the pictures she’d had there before. Berit did have impeccable taste.
The few sculptures scattered around were sturdy things, nothing that Aurelio could easily knock over. And the couches were both stain-resistant and perfectly comfortable in a way that meant Jakarn must have chosen them.
No doubt he planned to test them out later.
For the moment, she had a few bags and boxes of smaller items gathered from the market district, several of which were kindly being carried by one Niev Galanis, who she’d run into during the expedition. And they had, perhaps foolishly, offered to help.
Aitas: Just set those over there, if you would. I need to unpack a few other things before I put them out.
Galanis: Response
Aitas: No, nothing’s too fragile. And thank you again for helping with this. I’m afraid I’ve a habit of not unpacking as much as I should, and there’s a few boxes of things that only just arrived with my family.
Some of which her father had quite pointedly described as things she’d forgotten to bring with her. Rather than things she’d decided she did not desperately need and which thus could be left behind. She'd left a lot of things behind over the years.
Galanis: Response
She stepped into the kitchen, which in practicality was mostly a well-secured bar and a few cupboards filled with some snacks for Aurelio, lest there be any new incidents with the replicator.
Aitas: Can I get you anything? A drink, perhaps?
Galanis: Response
Tag/TBC
Second Secretary AitasAitas’ apartment looked like a place someone lived in. A smaller space than she’d once had on Starbase 118, but her father had his own apartment right next door, and so two bedrooms was quite sufficient for her and Aurelio.
There was art on the walls, a mixture of more abstract pieces and landscapes that were far more enticing than the pictures she’d had there before. Berit did have impeccable taste.
The few sculptures scattered around were sturdy things, nothing that Aurelio could easily knock over. And the couches were both stain-resistant and perfectly comfortable in a way that meant Jakarn must have chosen them.
No doubt he planned to test them out later.
For the moment, she had a few bags and boxes of smaller items gathered from the market district, several of which were kindly being carried by one Niev Galanis, who she’d run into during the expedition. And they had, perhaps foolishly, offered to help.
Aitas: Just set those over there, if you would. I need to unpack a few other things before I put them out.
Galanis: Response
Aitas: No, nothing’s too fragile. And thank you again for helping with this. I’m afraid I’ve a habit of not unpacking as much as I should, and there’s a few boxes of things that only just arrived with my family.
Some of which her father had quite pointedly described as things she’d forgotten to bring with her. Rather than things she’d decided she did not desperately need and which thus could be left behind. She'd left a lot of things behind over the years.
Galanis: Response
She stepped into the kitchen, which in practicality was mostly a well-secured bar and a few cupboards filled with some snacks for Aurelio, lest there be any new incidents with the replicator.
Aitas: Can I get you anything? A drink, perhaps?
Galanis: Response
Tag/TBC
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