un: gioia. flatmates wanted.

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Name: gwenaëlle wynne-york
Date: 26th.
Format: text.

( afterwards—

she doesn't want to talk about what happened. she doesn't have to, it turns out, because when she's well enough to convince someone she's well enough to go home, there isn't anyone there except putin, distraught, and mercifully looking like someone has been feeding him. she knocks on a few doors to figure out which neighbour to thank and dispassionately catalogues in her mind how they all look at her (mirrorbound; traumatized) when they answer their doors in case some time it matters. )

I have some spare rooms in my house now for people who aren't weird about dogs since it's my house now.

( after the post has stood for a while, an addition is made: )

I'm also in need of someone to bond with or I'm going to end up less house-broken than Putinka. It's supposed to be witches and monsters, isn't it? I don't know anyone to bond with, so if there are witches who'd be interested in rolling the dice, let me know.

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He's a well-trained dog and my responsibility, but he's a dog the size of a bear and he makes dog noises. Mostly there's a floor between us and anyone living in the upstairs bedrooms.

I don't know, I've never looked for people to live in my house before. It's just empty and it's weird. No intolerable cunts.

( tolerable cunts is fine, or else gwen would have to move out of her own home presumably. )

I prefer background with nonhumans previous to Aefenglom.

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[ wow, that almost eliminated him right then and there. but is he an intolerable cunt? the former wife thought so. buuuut... ]

Broad criteria, then.

The housing is located in which district?

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( it's worth noting gwen's judge of character has been considered deeply suspect, which makes the question of what precisely is an intolerable cunt even broader than he might even imagine. case in point: finds people who are too pleasant suspicious. )

The mostly mirrorbound one, it was part of that terribly exciting free house giveaway that so endeared us to all our neighbours.

[bloodwit]

Ah, yes. The Haven.

I am not in urgent need of new housing [ admittedly ], but if you still have a room available after this, then I would appreciate being kept in mind.

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All right. Who am I keeping in mind, exactly?

[bloodwit]

Viren. A pleasure.

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Gwenaëlle. Or Gwen, or G. The dog is Putin Onaritz.

( because she should not be allowed to name things. )

[bloodwit]

[ it is regrettable he cannot appreciate this name!! ]

Can the dog's name also be permissibly shortened, or is the full name required?

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( all these fantasy and old worlde types kermitnodding sure, that seems like a name for a dog. she can't get away with it forever. )

Putin is his given name. He answers to just that. I usually call him Putinka.

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Putin, then.

[ ... then there really isn't a whole lot of sentiment behind it, but because he knows it to be the polite thing to say, ]

Best of luck with the housing endeavor.

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If no one's interested I can shut up the upper floors until they're useful.

( a sort of verbal shrug. probably the idea someone who led with casual use of the word cunt not setting much store by polite formalities would be less shocking than the fact that she attended a finishing school. )

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You have someone that's interested. But if you think shutting the upper floors off would better suit your needs, then so be it.

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It's more of a back up plan, in the event no one does move in. But Eren proposed renovating the unused space (not the bedrooms) into an aerial studio, so if I can manage that it'll all be a bit more lived in.

[bloodwit]

An "aerial studio"?

[ he doesn't want to sound like a dumbass and inquire beyond that, but he's never heard of such a thing! curious! ]

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Aerial silks - it's acrobatics performed on long silks hanging from a ceiling. For me it's somewhere between yoga and burlesque.

[bloodwit]

I see. [ he thinks she's an arachne, now, so he probably doesn't see. ] Something for exercise, and balance.

And performance? If that's what you mean with burlesque.

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I meant the vibe more than actual performance. I've never performed anywhere—it'd have been complicated at home. A half dozen thinkpieces about the influence of my stepmother in my formative years or some other such bullshit. It's just something I enjoy.