Stroke 1: Video SN: Bellsareme

[relance]

[The video clicks on with a blond woman sitting in a window in the communal residence. Well, half in the window, she's got one nearly naked leg braced against the window sill, and her other is dangling off below her. She's holding a black cigarette in one hand, and the device in the other. An oversized white shirt men's shirt, splattered with paint streaks covers a black cami and a rather small pair of shorts below it. When she speaks, it's after taking a drag of the clove and her voice has a subtle New York accent in it.]

So, kidnapped to a moon yada yada yada, got that. Things I need to know: where do they sell cloves for the love of fuck because if I have to quit smoking on top of all of this I'm going to lose my fragile little mind. Two: how does one go about finding studio space for artists. Clearly this whole camp set up isn't going to work for that especially because I'm supposed to be a freelance fine artist for my assigned job.

And three, at the risk of being redundant, I've heard there's all sorts of fun adults only things going on. So tell me, is lingerie night at Trixie's all it's cracked up to be? I never can turn down an excuse to be wearing stockings and heels.

Oh yeah, I'm Julia Bellamy. Just Julia, mmkay?

[She doesn't want to get into a fight on her first day here, so there's a warning about that.]

Comments

[indigobird]

[An artist? And a hot one at that. How can Hawke resist?]

They do sell things you can smoke at a lot of the... general stores? I think they're called? Can't say if they have your cloves specifically. As for a studio... I've seen none specifically advertised, but I don't see why you wouldn't be able to rent a space? They have those "studio apartments" about that may work?

[relance]

A studio apartment is too small unless you're a starving artist in a shitty musical. You'd die from the paint fumes.

[Or at the very least she would. Stupid nose.]

Back home I had a loft even.

[Before they went on the run.]

[indigobird]

Paint fumes? Then you dabble in a different kind of art than I do. Mine doesn't usually lend itself to lethality unless I decide to stab myself in the eye with what I'm drawing with. What do you do that releases fumes?

[relance]

Just different varieties of paint have different smells.

[A beat.]

And I have a sensitive nose. Hence the smoking.

[indigobird]

[People having sensitive senses seems to be a trait around these parts, she's noticing. Julia is not the first she's come across to have overly attuned senses.]

That does sound rather troublesome. You mentioned smoking cloves? I'm not familiar with them. We have tobacco where I'm from, but that always had a potent smell to me. And I say that as someone with a very ordinary, insensitive nose.

[relance]

Cloves have a distinctive smell too, but it's different than tobacco and more pleasing to my nose.

[And it means she doesn't have to smell people, which is the important thing.]

[indigobird]

Push comes to shove, you might have to find a replacement. Or just pinch it shut. Or stuff tissues up it. Or perpetually keep catching colds so you have a stuffed nose. So many lovely alternatives.