taxonomites | 07 [Visual and Physical Location: Central | Open] A new house, a new start and breakfast

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07 [Visual and Physical Location: Central | Open] A new house, a new start and breakfast

Moving multiple times in a short period of time is not something that Madelyne is happy about but, at the same time, she now has a house. She has a house of her own and so far she is still finding all of the things she loves about it. It isn't something she's ever really thought about having or doing. Owning a house seemed far too normal for the life she had been living back home and she feels that way, somewhat, here as well. Living in Sanctuary, however, was something like living in a hotel.

This morning, she's made breakfast. She's made far more breakfast than she's going to be able to eat alone. It is even possible that she's made more breakfast than she and Scott can eat, though waffles and pancakes and such things can be frozen for days where she isn't feeling anywhere near as industrious. This morning, though, she's out on her porch swing with plate of pancakes, her tea service and a few other odds and ends. Knees pulled up on the swing with her, she watches the steam curl off the surface of her cup of tea in the early morning light.

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It's a bit later in the morning when Scott comes to join her. He's already been for his run, his morning training and it's only once he's been home and had a shower that he comes down to join Maddie outside.

He settles into a chair he's dragged out there for watching the garden. "You realise that that's enough to feed Bobby and Hank for breakfast?"

"Most if it can freeze for later."

Madelyne has been out here in quiet contemplation for awhile. Probably after he left for his run but it doesn't seem as though she slept at all last night. Sometimes she'll do that when she's been thinking hard about things since she gained her powers. It seems like there is an element of risk in possibly harming others when she can't stop thinking.

As she sips her tea, though, she seems to finally be slowing down.

"Mm." Scott sits up and pours himself a cup of tea, relaxing back into his seat with it. "Did you sleep? At all?"

"Not last night. I got caught up in... doing things. Fixing little things, cleaning other things..." She won't admit it but there was also a completely irrational series of thoughts about sharing a house like this with Scott.

"Then I started cooking. The first batch of pancakes could be used to play hockey."

"You do need sleep sometimes." But he's not really one to talk. He hasn't slept properly since he came here and for weeks before that.

"That successful huh? Maybe we can keep them to defend ourselves from the next invasion of midget hamsters."

"I know. I... I'm always nervous about sleeping in new environments, even when I'm happy about them." A small shrug before she takes a sip of her tea. A soft please sound escapes her after she swallows, her eyes drifting closed for a few moments.

Sometimes it is the small things.

"I know what you mean." The house is a shock from the mansion. The Sanctuary was like staying in a hotel, but this is settling into a new house and as always, it's hard to adjust.

"Part of my brain is convinced I'm on mission."

"That makes sense. You're in that state of alertness all of the time," she says. She used to see it when he'd come home. It never seemingly entirely went away but there were many lower gears than she's seen him even close to here.

"Sanctuary was like a hotel, without the parts that I like." Silence holds for a moment before she adds, "Do you want to add or change any of the rooms?"

She was idly thinking that she'd be happy to let him do whatever he wanted to the basement.

"I know. But the only times recently that I've stayed away from the mansion was for work."

And because it vanished into thin air now.

"Not that I can think of. Why, were you thinking of doing something?"

"Eventually, that will have to change. Even you can't stay on high alert forever."

She's pretty sure he can do it for a long, long time but forever is longer than that.

"No, I didn't have anything but I didn't know if you'd want to put in something. A library or a training room or .... something."

"Eventually. My record is about three years, but I was younger then."

He sips his tea slowly. He's not a big fan, but it's warm and here. "I'll probably end up filling the downstairs spare room with books. Or my bedroom." He loves books. Always has.

"We could see about trying to build a library, then. I'm a little hesitant to see what books are like here in Taxon." Maddy refills her cup of tea from the pot, before adding a little bit more sugar to the cup and stirring.

"I was thinking about opening an air strip."

She'll get back to that 'three years' thing later on.

"There's an actual bookshop in the mall, I believe."

Scott gives her a long look, clearly not following for a moment. "An air strip."

"And Mayland helps run the library, as well."

Pressing her lips together, she ducks her head for a moment, taking a sip from the cup of tea. "An air strip, where I could provide flights to those who might be interested in viewing the city."

"Oh. That's a good idea. Especially if they ever enable our faux economy to allow payments to one another."

"Well, it would be a job and maybe I could hire Glitch as a mechanic, you know? It would be something to do with my time that isn't cooking or cleaning."

Her ducked head creates a small shield of hair between herself and Scott, as if, for some reason, she might be uncertain about this choice for some reason.

"And... a plane?"

"Well, yes. I'm not exactly sure how I'll be affording that but I figure it will come with the job.... some how. I'll have to ask around and see if anyone has any ideas on how to go about doing that here."

It isn't like she's going to take out a small business loan or something similar.

"Because building one from scratch would be problematic. Still, I'm apparently getting money from working and not spending a lot of it. We can work out a way to use that as well."

"It would take forever. I can't imagine I could hatch all of the parts and I doubt they're all around in the city otherwise. I could probably build one if I had all of the parts but... Well, I wouldn't want to since that isn't something I want to take chances on."

Lifting her head, she pushes the hair out of her face, back over her shoulder. "I appreciate that. I'll let you know if we come to that." In other words, if I can't find any other solution, I might end up asking you.

Scott nods, acknowledging but little else. He knows she won't want to rely on him. He wouldn't want to either in her situation.

Turning, she stretches out her legs a little more on the porch swing, taking a long drink from the cup of tea.

"I'm almost hesitant to plan too much. This place feels like everything might fall apart any moment."

"Because it might. Like Charles vanishing." He closes his eyes for a while. "We're constantly aware of it."

"On one hand we could fall into a trap of thinking things are normal here and on the other hand, we could easily break ourselves waiting for the other shoe to drop."

It would be easy to just fall into old habits and patterns, which is a part of why she didn't sleep last night. It is a ridiculous thing that would never happen but she kept thinking she'd go to sleep in the wrong room.

Scott suspects he knows which one he's in the greatest danger of. "Some days, I'm still not sure this is real, to be honest."

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