Georgia's place.

"Here we are, then."

::Basil lets Georgia into her new apartment. It's of a moderate size, with one bedroom and a living room-cum-dining room leading into a small kitchen. There's also a pretty fireplace against one wall.::

"What do you think of it?"

::Georgia stares around her apartment with a dazed look in her eyes.::

"It's... it's wonderful. Really, thank you so very, very much, Sir. My mother would be so proud of me if she saw this place! As I'm sure your mother is of you. It's... wow. It has a sturdy door, and everything!"

"A lovely, sturdy, pure mahogany door."

::Basil raps smartly on it and then passes the keys to Georgia.::

"Please don't hesitate to come to me if you need anything else."

::He bows and leaves.::

::After sleeping for a while, Georgia wakes up and starts muling around her apartment. She's still totally thrilled with it, and to celebrate, she begins cleaning the place from top to toe, humming a jaunty tune as she does so.::

(Cleaning, cleaning. Oh! Such cleaning!)

::After a while, she decides her apartment is now as clean as it's probably ever going to be, so she takes a step back to admire her work.::

"What a lovely job! I'd be so happy to have neighbours over right now. Actually, come to think of it, I don't know any of my neighbours."

(They might be in at the moment, I should do and say hi.)

::Agreeing with her thought, Georgia takes one last look around her apartment, and leaves, stepping out into the hallway.::

::Georgia walks back in, and pops herself into a chair to think and decide what she wants to wear to the club, P3.::

::After contemplating her outfit choices for a good long while, Georgia picks up her bag, pops her keys into it then goes to have a shower (minus the keys).::

(That lady in the other flat seemed really nice. I think I really did make a connection! Maybe she'll be at this P3 place as well!)

::She finishes her shower, gets changed and picks up her bag once more before leaving and stepping into the hallway.::

::Georgia walks into her apartment and plops down on her sofa. It's a little cold inside, so she steadily gets up and turns on her heater before plopping down again.::

(This place really is exceptionally lovely, but I really think that I could maybe head out some time and get some throw for it. And cushions. Maybe some lovely candles as well. Oh, and then have some friends over. Hmm. Friends...)

::She continues with these and other such colourful thoughts until her mind fitters to the oh, so interesting fact that she is magical. And can make stuff some to her. And she robbed two people... though that part was pretty funny. And the shoplifting was a fun experience as well. After a while, the thoughts become too much, and she falls asleep.::

::After what seems like hours, but in actual fact is only about 45 minutes, Georgia wakes up. She gets up and walks into her bedroom then starts putting away all of her new clothes, admiring her exceptional skills at obtaining them all. She notices the bathroom door in the corner of the room, thinks she might have a shower.::

(I think I might grab a shower)

"Okay, shower time!"

::After her shower, she puts on a new pair of trousers which she picked up, and one of her new shirts as well. She then gets the card Ozymandias gave her and checks the location of the school against the rather shabby looking map she has, picks up her bag, and sets out into the hallway.::

::Georgia walks into her apartment. She gives a big sigh, and drags her bag into the kitchen. Unpacking it, she puts the kettle on for a nice cup of tea, and heads into her room to change into something a little more comfortable; Paige's clothes are rather scratchy. She mustn't use any fabric softner.

Once changed, she walks back into the kitchen and pours the freshly boiled water into her mug, then pops a herbal teabag into it. Sniffing her wonderful tea, Georgia walks into her living room, and plonks herself down onto a sofa so that she can read a good book. Eventually, though, she falls asleep.::

::After a lovely long sleep (in ACW times) Georgia wakes up. She had fallen asleep on her sofa, and now has the lines of the pattern of the material printed upon her cheek. She gives a little stretch and walks into her bedroom. There, she removes her (Paige's) clothes, and walks into her bathroom for a nice long shower.

After a while, she re-emerges and gets dressed in another of her new outfits. She walks into the kitchen and decides she wants some tchai tea. Looking in her cupboards, she realises she has no sugar, and decides that she'll have to go on a quest along her hallway for some.::

"I just hope that I won't get sent to an abandoned club, this time!"

::She turns the kettle off at the wall, picks up her keys, and heads out into the hallway, her hair still damp.::

::Georgia unlocks her door, and leads Velma inside.::

"Well, make yourself at home, and I'll go and pop the kettle on. This sugar will make the tea taste so much better."

:: Velma will make herself right at home. She walks round the apartment slowly and has a look at anything in clear view.::

::Georgia glances through the doorway into the living room from the kitchen a couple of times, seeing what Velma is up to as she makes the tea. She calls through.::

"Do you like your tea strong?"

"Yeah. Strong's good."

:: Velma has gone and sat down now.::

::Georgia had fallen unconcious whilst making the tea, but is now up and ready and raring to go. She brings two cups through, extra strong, and sits on her couch next to the coffee table.::

"It has milk in it, because it's tchai, and you can't have non-milky tchia. It's just plain wrong! But if you'd like sugar, I can call some for you."

:: Velma... just accepts this. Georgia really is overly friendly, or overly odd...::

"I don't like sugar in tea."

"Oh, not in regular tea, no! In tchai, it tends to bring out the flavour of the tchai and make your tchai tea even more tchai-y. It really is like Christmas in mug."

::She nods, smiles, and takes a sip from her mug.::

:: Velma nods in that 'okay...' way and sips her tea.::

"Thanks, who knows what might've happened if I didn't know."

::Georgia nods, rather enthusiastically.::

"Well, I know! But it's okay. I'm sort of an expert on tea, you know?"

"How do you become a tea expert?"

::Georgia smiles, takes a long sip of her wonderful tea, then places her mug on the coffee table, settling herself back into the sofa to being her explanation.::

"Well. I used to live on a farm, and ever since I was about six years old, I had to make tea. I soon learned quickly which was a good brew and which was a bad brew. But also, as my mother and father liked some variety in their lives, I also studied in my spare time which teas go better with which emotions, how you need to serve them, what you can add to bring out their flavours and what you can and cannot eat with them."

(Oh, tea)

"Oh, tea. That's how you become an expert."

"So you're a tea expert."

::Velma repeats her words.::

"Good goal in life."

::Georgia shakes her head, looking deadly serious.::

"No, that's not my goal in life."

::Intrigued, Velma leans towards Georgia.::

"What is?"

"Well, ultimately, I'd love to get my father his farm back, but something tells me I can't really call for a farm. So I'll have to earn the money somehow."

::The bubbler clears her throat.::

"Aside from that, my goal in life is to have my own family. It would be fantastic if everyone likes tea as well, but it isn't an essential. I can still offer afternoon tea to my friends without my family loving tea."

::Velma doesn't understand this need for a family that a lot of people have. Yeah, if you have it you should cherish it, being around death makes you realise that, but she doesn't feel the urge herself.::

"A family even with the lives people like us lead?"

::A faint smile appears on Georgia's face.::

"Especially with the lives that people like us lead. I've known I've had these powers for less than a week and already I've faced death more than once."

(Was it twice or three times?)

"I might even have been more than twice. Maybe even three times. It doesn't matter. What matters is that you need to live life to the full and keep safe the things that mean the most to you. Not shun them because thing can get a little dangerous from time to time."

::She shrugs.::

"I mean, if you're really worried about someone, install a panic room!"

::A panic room? This girl is seriously weird. And that's something coming from Velma.::

"Demons can get into panic rooms."

"Not a hidden one. It could be concealed in a closet or in a trap door or anything. Anyway, the point I'm making is that there are ways to protect the people you love, and as such, living the lives that people like us live shouldn't be an obstacle to anything."

::She finishes off her deliciously yummy tea.::

"Don't you think?"

::Velma shrugs.::

"It's not my thing."

::Georgia is a little confused at this.::

"What, panic rooms?"

::A smirk crosses Velma's face.::

"Yeah... a panic room."

"Why not? Haven't you ever seen the movie? Apart from the one bit of it where you just want to punch that lady's lights out - as rude as that would be - it does fantastically illustrate the handiness of a panic room."

::Velma shakes her head. Obviously her movie tastes are a little bit darker than the average person's.::

::Georgia takes Velma's shaking of the head to be a sign of her agreeing in the terrible part of the movie.::

"I know! Wasn't she terrible in that part!"

"Sure she was."

::Georgia nods, resting herself back onto the couch. It feels oddly nice to have someone over at her apartment who seems to want to be there.::

"So how about you. Do you have any life ambitions?"

"I don't really go in for that sort of thing."

"What, no ambitions? Nothing you want to do?"