11.12.3013: Feathering the Nest
Summary: The truth behind the rumor of Feathering the Nest
Date: finished on 7 October, 2013
Related: None
Elodie Sammel 

Arcology of Sundry Landing, Imperius
The Arcology of Sundry rises two hundred stories into the sky, a towering monument to the prosperity that House Sauveur has planned for Landing. The first five floors consist of an open-air mall, the weight of the arcology held up by thick composite girders spaced every thirty or forty feet around the circumference of the building.

That mall is carpeted by natural grass, with pathways laid out cobblestones. It is built like a medieval village, if a medieval village was built around a pillar encircled with five stories of ramps with nearly two hundred stories of department stores and residences above.

Artificial sunlight floods the mall terraces at all times of the year, carefully modulated so as to not wash out the holographic signs that front each store. Giant holoscreens float at the top of the five story open area, showing movie clips, ads, music videos, and occasionally, breaking news.

12 November, 3013

He may not be the person that likes shopping the most, but today Sammel suggested a trip to the Arcology of Sundry, to look around the stores there. Leading the way past a few of the stores, he comes to a stop in front of a store selling furniture and other things like that. "Perhaps we should have a look around here?" he suggests, before he adds, "Not that I don't like the furniture I already have, but some of it probably needs an upgrade when we're two living there and not just one."

Elodie glances up at the sign, then to Sammel, giving him a grin. she's been curious ever since he suggested a trip, but she matches his nonchalance with a "sure, why not?" As the door is owned for them, she walks in ahead of him, glancing around without making a decision to any one sort of furniture.

There's a nod as he hears that, before Sammel follows Elodie inside. "Just don't make it so we'll have to change every piece of furniture there is?" he asks, before he adds, "Anything in particular you'd want to look at first, then?"

Running her hand along the edge of a book shelf, Elodie shrugs. "I do like your couch set, I don't see any reason to replace that except maybe the coffee table. Maybe a couple of planters?" She looks over to him with a grin.

"Sounds good," Sammel replies, before he adds, "And I'm glad you like the couches. I've always liked them myself. Comfortable, which is a good thing, after all," he replies now.

"They are comfortable," Elodie agrees. "And not a godsawful pattern, and you haven't made them all guy stinky, so I see no reason not to keep them." Her lips purse mischievously at the mention of aroma, but then her eyes round and she makes a bee line across the store to a long, narrow trough that with the pedestal type legs holding it up is almost waist high. While most would probably use it for decoration, the lady turns around to Sammel, "we can use this as a planter! It would fit under the windows in the kitchen/dining room!"

Sammel smiles, "Guy stinky?" he asks, a bit lightly, before he blinks as she hurries accross the store, and moves to follow after. "Sounds good," he replies as he looks to the trough now. "It looks like it would fit under the windows quite well, yes."

Elodie nods, looking up to him. "We could plant some fresh herbs in it, with some flowers, maybe something that can climb around the windows?" Her eyes are shining eagerly, as if she can see the greenery already in the new place. "Fresh herbs always make a place smell cleaner."

Sammel chuckles as he hears that, "Well, you're far better at knowing those things than me, dear," he replies, a bit lightly now. "If you think it'll look good like that, I'm sure it will."

Elodie nods, leaning her hands on the edge of the planter. "I know just where to get the plants, too." She straightens and turns. "What else do we need?"

"I don't know. We have this, and the couches, and such." Sammel shrugs for a few moments now, "The bed isn't bad either, I think. But is it big enough?"

Elodie gives a hmm, looking across towards the bedroom section. "Well, you didn't kick me out of the one at the the Rovehn camp," she muses. "But that might have just been a lucky night. I like my beds a little extra soft. Besides, we need something for me to put my clothes in, and it's always a pain to try and fit a new dresser with an old bed."

Sammel grins, "I usually try not kicking people out of beds," he offers. Nodding a bit at the part of liking the beds extra soft. "Soft beds are good," he agrees, before he adds, "Let's see what they've got, then?"

Elodie gives a sidelong look. "Hmm, yes. And how many people have been in your bed that you've had the possibility of kicking out?" she asks skeptically, walking next to him towards the bedroom section. She passes up a couple of ornately carved and golden canopied monsters without even stopping, but she starts to slow near some with more simple lines.

Pausing a bit as he hears that question, Sammel shrugs a little bit. "Not that many, to be honest. You, a few people back in my squire days, but not many more than that." Another brief pause, and a grin. "Sorry to make it sound like it was that many.”

The low chuckle that greets his response reveals that Lady Elodie was practicing teasing Sir Sammel again. She pauses next to a simple canopy bed, dark in wood to contrast with the white curtains hung along the head and on the side rails. “What do you think of this one?” she asks, resting a hand on the post as she looks back at him.

Sammel smiles as he looks at the bed rather carefully, also reaching out to touch one of the bed posts. "Well, all in all it looks nice, but I'm not entirely sure. Some of these can look fine, and not be as comfortable as they should, after all."

Elodie grins. "Well, there's one way to find out…" she sits down, but then frowns and pushes down with her hands. She shakes her head. "Don't even bother," she tells him, popping back up. "What do you suggest?"

Sammel moves to sit down as well, but as he hears her words, he stops. "Not that good, hmm?" he asks, before he looks around again, moving to another one made of dark wood, although there's no curtains hanging from it at the moment. "Maybe this one's better?"

Elodie's fingers wrap around the smooth, black column, and she swings around onto the mattress. "Not bad," she considers, laying back a little. "It's a little… /too/ dark, though. We'd have to get all black bureaus to match it. A lot of black in the room, that way."

Considering that for a few moments as he sits down on the mattress, Sammel nods a bit slowly. "Good point," he offers, looking around again for a few moments. "Something a bit lighter in color, then?"

Elodie nods. "Something natural looking… like," she glances around, and then her eyes widen a little bit, and she points. It's a huge bed, but it's simply crafted of lighter woods, with another rod affixed below the top of the frame for the curtains that hang down from it. Without a word, she walks over and climbs up onto it, settling back against the pillows and closing her eyes with a bit of a sigh. "Now this…"

Sammel nods, looking around as he hears those words, and focuses on the bed she points at. "That one certainly looks quite nice," he says, getting back on his feet and moving over to that bed. Taking a few moments to study it before he moves onto the bed as well, leaning back a bit as he gets himself a bit more comfortable. "This one feels quite good too," he offers.

With her eyes still closed, Elodie lifts one arm to fold it behind her head. "You know what this reminds me of?"

Shaking his head a little as he hears the question, Sammel leans back a bit further. "Something good, I hope?" The words are spoken a bit lightly now.

Elodie's lips curve in a smile, and she turns her head towards him on her arm, her eyes opening. "It reminds me of being in the Rovehn tent again."

Sammel smiles as he hears that, turning his head towards her. "See, I knew it was a good memory," he replies, with a nod. "And it seems a bit like then, that's true."

A little laugh comes from Elodie as she nods. "Yes, a good memory," she agrees. "What do you think?"

"About this bed? It's very comfortable, and I think it looks quite nice as well," Sammel replies, before he adds, "And what do you think about it?"

Elodie is still smiling softly. "I like it very much. It looks good, and feels comfortable… and I like the memory it gives me." She rolls her head back to look up again. "It makes me look forward to more memories. And…" she gives a little chuckle. "It's big enough to add little ones who had a bad dream."

Sammel smiles as he hears that, nodding a bit at the part about looking forward to more memories. A brief pause as he hears the last part, and he looks around at the bed, nodding, "That it is."

Elodie rolls over on her stomach, a little closer to him, but the bed being large enough that she can do so without being on top of him. "So, do we have a winner?"

"We do," Sammel agrees, with a smile now. "A clear winner, this one." Smiling as he looks around again. "By far the best one."

And the winner is…

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