#intuitrix

Oh. Thats a shame. Im currently taking Race, Gender, and Environment, but while Im interested by environmental justice I wish there were more of the first two.

It's an interesting concept, but I can certainly see where it would be easy to lose the first two in such a topic.

SkaiaNet Labs staff memo:

Thursday, January 31st will be Take Your Daughter to Work Day.

I’m fine. There’s nothing wrong with me. It’s just a new experience having a housemate other than Dave.

Oh, ok!

redmuseoftime replied to your post: its still my wwrigglin day i havvent seen either a...

congratUlations on yoUr wriggling day, fishfins.

umb wwhere havve you been damn

intuitrix replied to your post: its still my wwrigglin day i havvent seen either a...

Well, a happy one to you nevertheless.

Address memorized and spare key tucked away safely in her bra, Vriska stands at the curb outside the airport and signals for a taxi. It takes a lot less time to get one than it did the last time she was in New York, which is odd considering her general appearance, but she isn't going to question it. With her bags in the trunk and the address given to the cabbie, she's off towards Rose's apartment. Her phone buzzes once in her pocket and she pulls it out to find an email from the shipping company, telling her that her crate of shit from her apartment will be there later in the week.

Yes, good. Very good. Everything is going according to plan so far.

She had grown much closer to Rose after the convention, and even more so after figuring out she is her timeline's iteration of Rose. Vriska still can't remember much, but what she can tells her that her session wasn't like any others.

But now is not the time to dwell on that.

Now is the time to move into a new place and start over in life.

Rose lives in the penthouse of an apartment building, and it's sort of awkward lugging around two suitcases in an elevator. She gets a few strange looks from other residents of the building but she doesn't even care; she is too busy playing with her phone to bother with the judgmental stares of others. It doesn't take long to reach the floor she needs, and by then she's the only one left on the elevator. Cue dragging two suitcases down the hallway until she reaches the right door, then it's a matter of getting the key unstuck from her boob, and finally.

Finally.