Currently the moon is in the waning Full Moon phase (84% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 72 degrees Fahrenheit (22 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the northwest at 6 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.18 and steady, and the relative humidity is 61 percent. The dewpoint is 58 degrees Fahrenheit (14 degrees Celsius.)
It is currently 18:15 Pacific Time on Mon Aug 6 2001.
Roach Motel: Bachelorette Pad(#4128RAJ$)
Small, but inviting, this little apartment is clearly dwelling of a person who spends a lot of time at home. The sitting area has a reclining chair with heating, massage, and built in stereo speakers. The sofa is big enough to fit two comfortably. The home entertainment center is overloaded with scores of books. Titles like "Rescuing the Bible From Middle America" or "Zarathustra: Modernism in Antiquity" can be seen here, along with dozens of dime-store paperbacks. Though the TV set and all its accompanying equipment take up quite as much space as the books, the electronics are somewhat dwarfed by the quantity of reading material. A fine writing table and a computer desk are crowded in, the computer powered up and humming softly. Two swivelling office chairs sit nearby, at attention. The walls are decorated with nature scenes, among them a well-rendered image of a pack of wolves howling at a full moon.
The kitchen looks as if it might never have been cooked in. A small microwave on the counter is still blinking "12:00", no one having bothered to set the clock. Beside it is an electric can opener. The only evidence of use is a single glass in the stainless steel sink and a few fast-food bags in the trashcan. The sole decoration on the refrigerator is a postcard bearing a photograph of a monstrous, grimy power plant with "Come to Hanford!" printed on the bottom in fluorescent green.
Through a door opposite the kitchen, the tiny bedroom looks slightly more lived-in. On top of a black particle-board dresser sit a hairbrush, a few hair-ties, and several plastic hairclips, along with a small pile of cheap costume jewelry. A frame designed to hold several of snapshots is hung squarely on the wall. One bed is made, a bright yellow bedspread bravely trying to cheer up the room. Another is made half-heartedly, the bedspread just carelessly tossed over the top, as if to humor someone.
A knocking on the door.
Dizzy walks over opens the door, taking a drink from the glass of milk in her hand. She almost spits it out when she sees who it is. Gulping it down she offers a meek, "Hey, Alicia. What a surprise."
"Surprise." Alicia says with a bright smile on her face, eyes of dark staring back into the cubs. She crosses her arms a bit and completley plays off what happened downstairs. "So, I hear you left me a message last night eh'?"
Dizzy stares blankly for a second. Maybe John went out or up to his room and happened to miss Alicia. "Um, yeah. Come on in," she offers, going to the kitchen and rinsing out her glass.
Alicia follows her inside and idly picks away at the bandage over her shoulder. It looks bloody, as if someone took a chunk out of her. "So, whats up? Tom said that you didn't have much to say."
"Oh, Jer and I were talking about going out, and we thought that you might know a good place to go." Dizzy motions towards the fridge, "Can I get you something to drink?"
"Mmmm.. No.. So, did ya end up going out and having a nice time?" Alicia asks, a smile forming along her face as she glances idly about.
"Mmm-mmm." Dizzy says very quietly and qickly, looking around for something to take her attention. "Looks like you got hurt, what happened?"
"Oh? You didn't go out?" Alicia asks, shrugging off her second question. "Thats too bad. It was a nice night, warm air, lotsa parties on the south side. People getting slaughtered."
"People getting slaughtered?" Dizzy asks, glad to be off the topic of what she did last night, "What happened?"
"Well, Dane, Quincy and I went down to a local crack house and well... rennovated a bit, its where I got my lil injury." Alicia picks at the gauze and peeks under there, almost healed. "Anyways, just thought I'd stop by, now I'm Caern bound. You take care of yourself Dizzy."
Dizzy nods, "Yeah, uh, have fun. Feel free to stop by whenever. Don't get to go out often, so, you know, I don't hear much about what goes on out there." She gives a weak smile and a painfully fake little laugh.
Alicia nods her head simply as she stares at you for a few seconds, then heads out the door, closing it lightly behind.