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She started as soon as he left, working through the afternoon and into night.  Bar was very accommodating, and seemed to take a bit of enjoyment out of her list of possible ideas.

They started with the basic floor plan.  An open floor plan, doubling the size of the flat.  Ceilings pushed to twelve feet, harsh edges softened with a gentle organic line.  For the floors, a beautiful dark hardwood.   Hand hewn beams for the four massive columns (cover, not just concealment) that marked the corners of the living area, with the fireplace at the focal point.  Persian rugs in reds and golds, and a proper seating area, leather couches, overstuffed and deep.  A low table (more surfaces for books).

The picture window grew and curved outward to become a window seat big enough for both of them to stretch out in at the same time.  Curtains and cushions all a palette of dark greens, the walls in a warm ivory.  Art would come later, she thought.

A kitchen with a table and two chairs, ample counter space to cook.  She thinks about the fact that she hasn't cooked in ages, and how nice it would be to cook for the two of them.  And friends even.

In a smaller but still open alcove beyond the main room, she places a broader bed on a low heavy platform, also in dark wood.  Big enough for two people and a large dog.  The requested dressers on each side of the bed.  An oval free-standing long mirror .  A bathroom with two sinks, a shower and a large clawfoot tub (Are those wolf paws?) tucked into a niche.

Back in the main room, bookshelves along one wall.  She pondered that for awhile.  They can always add more if they need them.

About two o'clock in the morning, Bar refuses to rearrange the rugs again.  Yes, you're right, she thinks. Time for sleep.


She woke at their usual time and it took a moment to remember why the other side of the bed was cold and empty.  She showered quickly and dressed, thinking she'd go down and eat something.   She ended up sitting in the picture window, looking out over the lake, into the forest beyond, wondering where he was.  She drew the shawl around her and picked up a book (William Blake, today).

It wasn't long before she was dozing sitting up.

Date: 2009-03-12 02:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hatchingviper.livejournal.com
There was a knock on the door.

...again mun tries to describe personality with a knock. Again fails. It's... knocking. Even, regular, and just wanting to be heard.

Date: 2009-03-12 02:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hatchingviper.livejournal.com
Deitmar looks at the door number once more, at her, and casts one more glance at the room behind her.

"You must be Dr. Song. I'm," just a shade of hesitation, "Deitmar. I didn't think Ryan would be in?"

It is a question. Ryan might have changed his habits somewhat; there is a window.

Date: 2009-03-12 02:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hatchingviper.livejournal.com
"You don't try to go with him." That was definitely a shade of approval in his even, precise tones. Deitmar enters, taking in the full extent of the remodeling with a glance.

"Ryan mentioned you're fairly new to the place, as time here goes. I trust the experience has been pleasant enough."

Date: 2009-03-13 03:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hatchingviper.livejournal.com
He was just thinking that! With a slightly different pronoun, and much much much more willingness to let it happen--the position of Ryan's mate was completely uncoveted.

"Milliways is often like that, at the beginning. Thank you, that would be generous." She'd looked a little tired, to him, but he didn't want to interrupt a morning routine.

Date: 2009-03-13 03:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hatchingviper.livejournal.com
"Not with any great sense he'd be here." He crossed over to look at the light projection on the wall over the desk with some curiosity, then reached out to tap the moon phase. "I know.

"But I wasn't expecting to disturb you."

Date: 2009-03-13 03:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hatchingviper.livejournal.com
"No," said Wesker, although whether that was because he was sensitive like brick to emotion in the air, or whether he really didn't mind crashing in on his... adopted alpha's girlfriend was open for interpretation. "We would bore Ryan anyway as soon as one of us began talking about something of academic interest." He glanced over the books on the nearest shelf. "Not that I think I have much news for you. My world's time is in the nineteen-seventies."

Date: 2009-03-13 04:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hatchingviper.livejournal.com
The glance she gets is nearly surprised. "I can make his eyes glaze over in something under a minute," Deitmar says, joining her at the table and leaving the lovely books he wants to read ♥. "I'm a biologist, with a narrow focus on cellular biology and genetics.

"Yes, earth. From conversation with other patrons, mine is not too far outside the range of most at the same time. Average technology, for the most part."

Date: 2009-03-13 04:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hatchingviper.livejournal.com
"I convinced him to go down to the clinic the first chance I got so that I could guess whether he was infectious or not," Wesker admitted, "and checked his brainwaves while I was at it--we didn't know how his state and 'werewolf' interacted. But I wasn't permitted to keep data or samples, then, and we had a time limit to answer minimal questions. I was able to do very little further.

"I think much of that time was still while he was adjusting to it himself. There were many things to learn." His face is cold, his eyes are hard with some memory. But then it's gone. He sips tea.

Date: 2009-03-13 04:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hatchingviper.livejournal.com
"Given the behavior of his cells, there is no reason to think that he couldn't infect someone through biting," Deitmar says. "But other vectors are much less clear."

He doesn't really want to explain about what a difference being dead makes.

Date: 2009-03-13 04:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hatchingviper.livejournal.com
Deitmar can all the time.

"Correct. After leaving his mouth--we verified this with different dyes--the cells became damaged, dead. I would guess that implies a lack of ability to infect oneself through a needlestick, or any similar incident where his body was not immediately present."

Date: 2009-03-13 04:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hatchingviper.livejournal.com
"I believe at the time he would have been wary of my motives in trying. He had me destroy every sample afterwards."

He's very curious to see where she will take this.

Date: 2009-03-13 05:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hatchingviper.livejournal.com
Deitmar nods a little at the stubborn comment. "Suzi has... met him outside. I did something similar once."

He pretty much passed out after Suzi, in a Sue-provoked envy fit, set him off and made him kill a tree. And then Ryan came and slept curled around him. Not that he wanted to go into that wreck of a time in detail, thank you.

"I never took a camera. The flash would have irritated him; he has excellent night vision."

Date: 2009-03-13 05:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hatchingviper.livejournal.com
"Neither incident was intentional. Although they went well, I still would have preferred neither occurred. And they were hardly in early days." Deitmar shakes his head. "I think respecting the request is an excellent idea."


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