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Well, it’s been a long, productive day of wandering the city (and making an acquaintance or two in the process). But now, Sybil’s worn right out, and ready to collapse into her nice, warm bed in her apartment overlooking all of Cloudbank. Of course, that’s not exactly feasible at present, so instead she’ll have to settle for... whatever her housing here is like.
So she catches the next train to Sector 4, spends a little while exploring some neighborhoods that catch her interest. She might even have spent longer out, until she passed by an alleyway and heard some sort of inhuman snarling.
Sybil hightailed it home, after that.
And when she sweeps into the apartment, she doesn’t dwell on the strange appliances lining the kitchen (will she have to cook for herself? how archaic!), nor the rows of doors along the walls. She simply tosses her parasol into the corner -though she should really be more careful, flimsy as this cheap plastic version of her weapon is. Then, she plops down onto the couch, kicking her feet up on the coffee table.
Now that she thinks of it, she’d love to introduce her precious Fetch to their new home- even if the mechanical dog spends most of her time in the Backdoor pocket dimension Sybil created (though, oddly enough, she hasn’t been able to access it since arriving in Hive City).
“Nokta! C’mere, girl!” Out of seemingly nowhere, a dog of unusually metallic composition jumps onto the sofa next to Sybil, cuddling up to her. She nuzzles her cheek against her pet for a moment, but that’s all- because barely a second later, the door swings open, and in walks a redhead who’s more than likely Sybil’s new roommate.
Unfortunately, he’s now got a massive robotic dog growling at him, looking like she’d be more than happy to wipe him out if Sybil gives the command. What a way to make a first impression!
