4 Apocalypse, Saturday Evening

Getting a place to live in Fandom as an adult was almost as easy as Aloy remembered it being when she'd been a student. She'd walked up to Town Hall and asked about residences, and with just a promise that she'd get a job 'at some point in the near future so she could pay rent', they'd given her a key and directed her here.

Maybe if she'd been a woman from this time, she would have acknowledged that it didn't look fully like a home. The downstairs had been an office, and before that a gallery, and held that sense of a space meant for something else.

But Aloy wasn't a woman from this time. It was a place, with plenty of space, and a bed in the upstairs area that was about as comfortable as their base at home. She directed the Sunwing to the roof to recharge, and dropped her pack in the room with the bed.

Lots of space. Empty space, with just a sparse amount of furniture. Perfect.

She reached up for her Focus to inform Beta of her whereabouts.

"Right," she muttered, when that was done. "I think I can work with this."

[[ could be open if you're in the mood to go knocking on the doors of houses with large metal bird-dinosaurs sitting on top of them. ]]