Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (29% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is clear outside. The temperature is 67 degrees Fahrenheit (19 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the north at 5 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.01 and rising, and the relative humidity is 75 percent. The dewpoint is 59 degrees Fahrenheit (15 degrees Celsius.)
It is currently 8:23 Pacific Time on Tue Aug 14 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.
Ah, morning. Dizzy opens her eyes and smiles, seeing Jeremy still laying next to her. She gives him a playful nudge and sits up, yawning and streaching. "Rise and shine."
Jeremy mumurs slightly as he rolls to the side, grasping the pillow in his arms.
Dizzy slips out of the bed and grabs her bathrobe out of the closet. "Time to wake up. Or not. I'll make some coffe." Donning the robe she heads out towards the kitchen.
Jeremy sits up in bed, his hair sticking up in a few places. "Mmmph.. I'm coming.." He softly says, slinking out of the bed, his feet hitting the cold floor.
Dizzy starts to busy herself in the kitchen starting the Mr. Coffee. She hums some sort of unrecognizable tune as she does so. Don't quit your day job Diz, it appears she's completly tone deaf.
Jeremy glances about the room after sliding out of the bed, then pulls on his shirt and pants. Smoothing down the wrinkles, he hunts for his glasses, stumbling into a chair.
Dizzy opens up the freezer and takes out a box of waffles. "How many waffles do you want?" She asks, filling the toaster up.
Jeremy finds his specs and puts them on his face, letting his eyes adjust. "MMmm... Um... two." He says, heading into the kitchen after her, trying to ruffle his hair back in place.
Going back to humming, Dizzy takes out two plates and sets them on the table. "What would you like to drink?" she asks, returning the box of waffles to the freezer.
"Milk." The kin says in response, glancing about. "Um.. you want help?" He asks, fidgeting with his hands a bit.
Dizzy shakes her head with a smile, "Nope." She takes out some silverware and places them on the table, then retreives two glass, which she fills with milk.
"Umm.. k'." Continuing to glance about, its almost as if he expects something to leap out and tackle him, most likely Sophia. He just spent the night with his ex girlfriend's room mate. Oh, the horror. "So, did you sleep well?"
Returning the milk to the fridge and bringing the glasses to the table, Dizzy hums happilly. "Yeah. I feel a lot better now. Thanks." She goes over and kisses the kin boy on the cheek.
Jeremy smiles at the sweet gesture, his hand reaching out to snag hers. Fingers entwining, she tugs her forward and peers up at her. "I'm glad. I'm always here for you if you ever need someone."
Dizzy smiles, staring back into his eyes. "Thank you," she wispers.
Jeremy nods his head as he peers back into her eyes, then finally lets go of her hand. "Your welcome." Letting go of her hand finally, he slips back into the chair.
Dizzy stands there for a moment, before the sound of the waffles popping up grabs her attention. She grabs a plate from the table and retrieves the waffles. Next, she takes out a coffee mug and fills it with the hot black liquid from the coffee pot, "Do you want any coffee?"
Jeremy shakes his head with a grin. "Nah. Coffee this early is bad for you." Shifting a bit in his seat, he glances over to the girl, wetting his lips. "You sure I can't help out?"
"What are you talking about? Coffee helps you move in the morning. Without my morning cup I'd probably just fall back asleep." She brings the waffles to the table and places two on Jeremy's plate, then goes into the fridge to take out the syrup and butter. "Nah, it's okay, really."
Jeremy head tilts a bit and grins. "You know, orange juice can be just as effective and it holds more vitamins." Teasing, he picks up a fork and stabs the waffles. "They smell good."
Dizzy sets the butter and syrup on the table, retrieves her cup of coffee and sits at the table. "Yeah, but I'm fairly sure OJ does not have caffiene in it. If I don't have any coffee for a couple of days I start getting headaches."
"I will note that its because of coffee in the first place, that you get headaches." Jeremy points out, stabbing the air with his fork. "Your brain has built up a dependency for it."
Pouring syrup over her waffles, Dizzy nods. "Yes, I realize that. But I like coffee, so it's not that bad."
Jeremy hmphs slightly as he murmurs. "You are just chained to it, the coffee has made you its bitch."
Dizzy glares at Jeremy, "I'm not 'its bitch.' Coffee isn't bad for me, and it doesn't make me do bad things. I'm sure coffee is not 'of the Wyrm.'"