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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KahlessNestor" data-source="post: 7121597" data-attributes="member: 6801311">Okay, so this was annoyingly running around in my head all day, so I finally got it out of there. It's a bit long, so I'll break it up into parts so you can read in smaller chunks at your leisure.Freedom City/RiversideAutumn/Evening The late afternoon sun was warm on this early autumn day as Heather stepped out of the Science College campus at Freedom University, her bag slung over her shoulder. The light breeze ruffled the sundress she wore, magenta with white polka dots, and strappy sandals padded quietly on the pavement. She scrolled through a few items on her phone and then tucked it away in her bag. Catching the monorail that circled the downtown area, Heather spotted the Daily Word on a seat and picked it up, looking over the front page story about the evacuation of Centropolis under threats from some villain named Dr. Apocalypse. Heather sighed and shook her head. It took about twenty minutes to get to Riverside from the North End and then another ten minute walk to her the three story brownstone in which Heather lived on the third floor. After trudging up the stairs, Heather paused on the second landing. Something smelled really good! That definitely wasn’t the usual curry scent from the Patel’s in 211. It almost smelled like mom’s pot roast. Heather dug her keys out of her bag as she went up the final flight of stairs and walked down the hall to her door. She paused with the key in the lock, though. Someone was inside! Heather tensed and reached out with her mind. She brushed over a familiar, cheerful presence and sighed, her tense shoulders relaxing as she opened her door. She had found the source of the delightful smell. Heather inhaled and smiled as she closed the door behind her and dropped her bag and the newspaper on the small dining table. The apartment was a small loft, sufficiently sized for a lone university student, but not very fancy. A bed tucked into one corner, the rest turned over to a sofa, bookshelves, the small dining table, and a small kitchen, which was currently in use by an attractive young redheaded woman in her mid-twenties in jeans and a green capped sleeve t-shirt. Emerald eyes looked up and a bright smile greeted Heather, bronze freckles scattered across alabaster skin and a pert nose. A few streaks of blonde ran through the red hair, and the front forelock was white, curling down over the pert nose until the woman gave a puff to blow it futilely out of her green eyes. “Heather!” the woman said, coming over and giving the college girl a tight hug. Heather smiled and returned the hug. “Tamar, you know I didn’t tell you where I leave my spare key so you can just pop in anytime,” Heather chuckled. “Ah was in town, thought Ah’d drop by,” Tamar said. “In town?” Heather said skeptically. “From Atlanta?” Tamar shrugged and grinned mischievously at the younger woman. “Yer fridge is practically empty, so Ah went shoppin’ an’ made dinner,” the redhead said in her Appalachian drawl. “Mama’s pot roast,” Heather said with a fond sigh. “An’ apple pie fer dessert,” Tamar added. “You’ll spoil me.” Heather looked around her apartment. She was normally a fairly neat person, but she knew she’d had some old carryout boxes and dirty clothes lying around from couple late nights studying and not getting a chance to pick up after herself. “And ya cleaned. And made the bed.” Heather’s own accent slipped out accidentally and she winced to herself. “Just a bit. Certainly easier cleanin’ up after ya than after Kenny!” Tamar said, rolling her eyes and returning to the kitchen. “Dinner should be ready in an hour.”TBC</blockquote>

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