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To whomever this apartment is assigned,
This is your own place. Do with it as you wish, but you must stick to the general floorplan [as exemplified by the pics in the "About the Complex" sticky]. You may have guests over and you may move in with other residents. Keep in mind, however, that every apartment on the first and second floors has only one bedroom. The third floor contains apartments with two bedrooms. You may move to the third floor at any time [but either DeirdreTonbo or Alexis D must first be notified].
Again, feel free to personalize your apartment and alter it as you see fit.
Have fun!

~Alex

This time, when Dante parked her motorcycle, she parked it under the covering in the spot specifically marked for her apartment. That was nice, and she'd already made sure there was a camera that had it inside it's view.

Not too far behind her was a moving truck, pulling up as close to the building as it could manage with carports and other vehicles that might have been parked nearby. The slender girl didn't have to do much, other than direct the general area that she wanted the bigger peices of furniture (not that there were many) and which room the labelled boxes went into.

It took barely a half an hour and the truck was gone, and Dante was left smiling happily into the living room of her new apartment. The selling point that had truly made her want this place? The dining area and it's hardwood floors. They were perfect.

The girl walked into the apartment fully, putting her helmet atop a box where it sat against the wall and out of the way. She'd instructed the movers to leave the wooden floor bare, and now she stood in the middle of it. Casting off her shoes and tossing them onto the carpet, she easily slid into form. For just a moment she forgot everything. The open door, that she could barely afford food after paying for the moving truck, that she had to be up in the morning to teach a class. It was all pushed to the back of her mind. For just a moment she was dancing, her whole mind attuned to her body and to the music only she could hear.

Running a hand through sleek blonde hair, Dante rolled from her bed and got to her feet. Cold this morning. Though she'd slept in only a pair of boxers and a tanktop, the dancer reached down and picked up a blanket to wrap around her shoulders as she shuffled into her morning routine.

Coffee pot on. Check.

Look to see if food for breakfast had appeared in fridge. (No.) Check.

Turn on shower to warm up. Check.

Find something acceptable for work. Check.

Leaving the blanket behind in the bedroom, Dante hurried from bedroom to bathroom, dropped her clothes on the floor, and hopped into the hot shower. With a shriek, the girl hopped right back out, glaring at the stream of cold water. It should have been hot. Instead the water felt as though it was barely above freezing. Shivering now, she waited with her arms crossed over her chest, hoping the water would heat up soon.

When it did not, Dante pulled a flannel bathrobe on over herself, walking to her kitchen to investigate the pipes beneath the sink for signs they might have frozen (nothing) and then walked to the closet to check the hot water heater. The carpet in the closet was soaking wet.

"Damn it!" At least she knew where the problem was now.

Still trying to warm up from the cold water, Dante went to her kitchen and looked up the number for the apartment's handyperson. Though it was winter, she was trying to manage with the heat as low as possible, had to save on the electric bill somehow. That number should be here somewhere...

As soon as she found it, the girl dialed quickly, hoping it wasn't too early.

Still holding the phone on her shoulder, Dante wrapped the robe around herself tighter and walked to the door. Opening it up, she blinked stupidly at the person on the other side.

As she had jsut stepped out of the shower, the robe clung to her damp skin, showing an alnost dangerous amount of curve on her hip and along her stomach. White-blonde hair clung to her neck and hung wet down her back, vivid blue eyes wide as she stared at her visitor.

"Oh! I um.. Sorry. I uh...." Her brain froze up, and she fumbled for words. "My uh... hot water tank is spewing, I was... trying to call the fixit lady. Um... you're not... her are you?" It now occurred to Dante that she was still on the phone with Makoto, and her cheeks turned pink, rather fetching in a natural way.

"Um... Hi? I'm Dante." Holding the phone in one hand, the girl held out her other toward her visitor, trying to look as natural as she could considering the situation.

"Oh hold on-" Dante held up a hand. "One o three. Okay, I'll do that. Thank you so much." Dante dragged her attention back to the phone in her hand, then clicked it off once they were done

"Okay, she says to turn off the spiggotty thing on the wall in there? I think?" Mechanically, the girl was hopeless. "Er... if it's okay, I'm gonna throw on some clothes. Um... I didn't quite get your name."

Without really giving Saria a chance to step out of the doorway, she ushered her into the apartment and closed the door behind her.

For a moment Dante was uncertain, a bemused smiled on her lips as she watched Saria ramble on. As the continued though, she firmly decided that she liked the wierd girl, and left her to the delicate operation of turning a spiggot.

Walking back to her bedroom she closed the door behind her and began to hunt up something to wear instead of just her bathrobe. Within a shortish length of time, Dante was wearing a pair of jeans, a striped buttonup shirt over a dark blue tanktop and her feet were left bare. From her laundry basket, she dragged all the slightly used yet now dry towels out from beneath her clothing, carrying the heap of them into the hallway and starting to sop up the water with them.

"Any survivors?"

"No, I think it's pretty safe. Everyone who runs this place is nice." A soft coloration on her cheeks as she too knelt and began soaking as much water as she could manage into the towels. They were all various shades of blue, matching one another but not the same between more than two of them. "Besides, Makoto's on her way over to fix the thing. I suspect it has to do with the snow and the cold."

A smile and she picked up the dripping towels dumping them all into the tub without hesitation.

"Towels I've got." Dante laughed softly, glancing into the bathroom. "Once I do laundry that is. I've got some clean ones though. If it takes too long I might just take you up on that offer." Tucking a bit of blonde hair behind her ear, the dancer gave the waterheater one last malevolent look and then turned her attention back to Saria. "Well, the least I can do for you for stopping the overflow is offer you a drink. I don't have any soda, but I've got plenty of tea?"

Turning, Dante lead the way from her hallway to the kitchen, opening up the fridge to look inside. "Some.. iced green tea, just the cheap bagged stuff. Normal iced tea, and you can look at the teabags in that cupboard over there if you want something hot."