taxonomites | 07 [Location | Visual

"Well, Isis, I think it is time for us to find a place to live. Maybe a real place to live for awhile instead of this bouncing around from place to place." Selina doesn't notice that the tablet is on but the little black cat on her shoulder seems it. She jumps down and bats at the thing, knocking it down onto the floor. After it stops bouncing on the floor, it shows Selina packing a small bag. Looking up, she looks at what Isis is doing and seems amused.

"We're going to be here for more than a few weeks, so we might as well find a nice place to live - see if maybe we can enjoy it."

The rest of you, Taxon, are treated to the visual of being a cat toy for the next thirty seconds before the visual cuts out again. Through out the day, Selina will be exploring new places to live through out Taxon. It will also be an excuse to stop in and visit some other people. There is a Sherlock to bother, a Tony to chat with, a Logan to drink with and any other number of people to bother.

[OOC: This post is a catchall for anyone who wants to talk to Selina post-dinos! Or, you know, if you want to complain about being treated to a cat toy video.

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An adorable cat video! It's like a whisper of home. Metody watches with a smiling fascination for a few moments. It distracts him from his unease, but only for those thirty seconds.

He has yet to find a place that does not feel innately wrong. And so he takes to the streets again, even though being out in such unnatural surroundings feels the wrongest of all. When he passes by Selina in the street, he pauses and turns, watching her.

"That is a lovely cat."

Like every alternating day with suitable weather, Sherlock goes out to Pedestrian Plaza to play in the morning. The simulation's getting chillier now, though why Taxon's so invested in emulating a temperate climate, Sherlock's not entirely certain; the weather in Taxon's a little harsher and more sharply defined than he's used to on his side of the pond, too, something closer to what he sees in Hollywood. He just turns up his coat-collar and knots his scarf once extra against the chill and plays until he earns enough credits to justify a sandwich from an Extra shop.

He finds a shop with indoor seating and sits down with his lunch, debating whether to go back to bed once he gets home. It's very difficult to muster the motivation to keep normal hours here, particularly when he found it difficult to muster in the first place even living in a functioning ecosystem and a real economy. He doesn't expect to be interrupted here, not here surrounded by Extras with his map dot hidden.

Of course, Taxon's just full of surprises.

Well, Logan's already offered her room and board in the big empty school. She could probably have Pryde's higher-end faculty room, just for symmetry.

At the moment, Logan's carrying a beer around the school grounds, which are a bit different without Krakoa underneath it tending to itself, and he's starting to wonder if he'll have to find a way to get some of these robot people to work as groundskeepers. Not to mention house cleaners for inside this place. Shit'll get dusty too quick in a place this big.

Then again, Logan might get bored enough spend all his damn time with a feather-duster.

Somewhere in Osten there's a Glitch bundled against the cold. He's found a little outdoor market selling evergreen wreaths and candles and assorted holiday things which are still bewildering to him, but he enjoys poking through it all anyway.

He's admiring the lights on a decorative arch when he notices a terrifyingly familiar sprig, dark green leaves and pale berries tied with a red ribbon.

"Oh cripes," he mutters and backs away quickly. Mistletoe'd once, shame on him. Twice? Shame on the aliens. And even if the plant's not actively making folks smooch this year he's trying to not take any chances.

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[Location: Central]

[Location: Jean Grey School]

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