acautionarytale | FLUFF BREAK

FLUFF BREAK

Astrid hadn't been kidding when she said this house had plenty of room. It's a big, sprawling, two-storey... thing on a corner in a residential district that's slowly putting itself back together. Sure the place looks a little worn on the outside....

...But on the inside she's managed to make it an actual home. The place used to belong to a Loyalist couple who, sadly, no longer need it. Astrid has, interestingly, made a habit of appropriating abandoned Loyalist property, mainly because the current provisional governmant considers them forfeit. First come first served, and it seems the Fringe team won't ever have to pay for anything again in this area. So she moved out all the Loyalist propaganda and managed to get in some real furniture and decor. It's a warm and inviting and roomy place that needs explored.

Threaded | Flat

Astrid has set up a little corner of the vast living room with a sofa and a few comfy chairs and half the blankets and pillows in town, it seems. It's warm and cozy and quiet, just the place for recovering from just about anything.

"Told you there was space," Astrid says, a slightly proud smile on her face. "There's also a basement that isn't cold and damp, but I hope you don't hole up in there."

Well, Trygstad managed to get almost everything. There's the scientific equipment, sure. There's a blender and an array of cooking implements. There's a mini-fridge stocked with all the things Walter had asked for. And... there's... a thingee. With speakers. And controls. And a note apologising that this isn't a record player but that its memory has over three thousand tracks of music from the dates specified.

Maybe there's a user's manual somewhere that, hopefully, is not in Norwegian.

Lunch, medication, nap, dinner. He's having a sandwich. Sliced meat and cheese and a side of teaching the cat to beg. Kitten meows, meat is placed on the floor. Shhh, don't tell anyone.

Peter, you have to come out and eat sometime, and if you don't, he might bring you a sandwich to break the ice.

There are bowls of snacks on the coffee table and there is an Astrid prowling the rooms looking for as many people to come and watch a movie with her as she can scrape together.

You know you wanna.

Astrid remembers the phrase 'There's Walter on drugs and then there's Walter on drugs.' She wonders just what painkillers in this part of time will do to Donald. Only one way to find out.

So in the door she goes, peeking round a curtain to see if he's awake.

Threaded | Flat

Over here, we shall coddle some toasters, Peter.

And over here, we shall find a wee home for Grumpy Peter.

And in The Fyoo-char, we have a blender and ingredients and... a thing wot plays music!

for the grumpiest lil Peter

Movie Night! IT'S MOOOOOVIIIE NIGHT!