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"You've reached the mobile of Nigel Colbie. Do leave a message."

[True to her word (http://his-instrument.livejournal.com/3653.html?thread=131653&style=mine#t131653), it doesn't take long for Rosella to go through the Warehouse and put together a quick parcel of necessities for Nigel. She's lived there so long and spent so much time organizing and cleaning--since that was part of her arrangement with Sam on her first day, cooking and cleaning in exchange for a place to stay--that she knows right where everything is almost before she puts down the device to go looking for them. She does hesitate a little over the matter of the shoes, because that means going in Sam's room to unearth a pair of his, and she's simply not ready yet to start loaning out any of his possessions, so in the end she settle's for a set of Duo's old work boots and hopes for the best. Those, along with a snug gray sweatshirt, get wrapped up in a black wool cloak and bundled into a neat package; a small bag of chocolate chip cookies goes into her skirt pocket. And then, wrapping her own red cloak around her shoulders, she sets off for the garage with a rapid step and a cheerful air.

It doesn't take her long to get there; normally she might linger in the chilly air to enjoy the snow, but today she is on a mission, and so she makes quick work of the journey, heading straight for the door and pushing it open to poke her blond head inside.]

[She's so quiet, when she moves, slips into the warehouse kitchen. The kitchen itself is spacious and large, accommodating, because it is only a space that Saya once turned into a kitchen, a warehouse room, enormous and cavernous. She tilts her head.

The Network is full of interesting things, but her interest lies in reaction, not in action. People are dying. What does Nigel Colbie think of this?]

[A small box with a key and a map through the warehouse, to a room previously unused. The room has now been outfitted for you, Nigel. Merry Christmas.]

Hello...Nigel, it's--this is Rosella, I'm sorry to bother you but I'm not quite...sure where you are at the moment and I do hope you're not busy, but I just...wondered where you are, that's all, and if you'd planned to, er...be home tonight.

[Pause.]

Not that you ought to stay in if you already had plans, of course! I'd only, er...wondered. If someon--if you'd be around. [She clears her throat.] Yes, well, I do hope I haven't bothered you, and...well, I hope you have a lovely day as well, of course.

It's not that Saya is in her sylie - in fact, she isn't there very often. It's simply a space that she doesn't feel the need to constantly patrol, and she can't get anything but sleep and eating there done anyway. So it's not that she's in there.

In fact, she's not in the Warehouse at all, but when someone enters her sylie, she knows almost immediately. It's her space, sacred, special, somewhere that is wholly hers, and a person in there, finding it, is something that she is aware of completely.

That isn't to say she doesn't expect someone in there.

In fact, she's been waiting for that feeling, like a splinter under the nail, but she hasn't been dreading it: no, she's been waiting with a kind of perverse relish.

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