Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

[hasaknightjob]

Llewellyn was getting more sleep than he had been on the weekend, but a full night's rest after the events of the previous week were still a work in progress. As such Steven, with Llewellyn for company, were actually at the Museum early that day.

It gave them time enough to catch Blathers up on the news of their future home. Which in and of itself hadn't taken too long. The subsequent lecture about the lives of hermit crabs, on the other hand, had gotten them right up to opening hours. (It had been interesting, though. Even if Blathers did feel that crabs were far too much like bugs for his liking. Which was perhaps information that never needed to be shared with the resident of the clinic.)

After which Steven caught up on his missed work from the prior week while Llewellyn made himself comfortable sitting on the Welcome Desk. In Steven's spare moments, he and Llewellyn discussed and even made rough sketches of what the floor plans for the Midnight Manor Boarding House might look like: private home on one side, boarding house on the other.

Perhaps it was true that there would be no rush of applicants. But keeping Midnight on the right path involved showing that it could be something welcoming instead of scary. That started on the inside.

Literally. Since right now the inside was a vast emptiness with random rooms stuck in the middle of it. It was slightly disconcerting, really. Hence the floor plans.

"Kitchen over here, perhaps?" Steven suggested, pointing to the far right corner from the front door.

[Museum is open, Watts modded with permission.]

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[pocketpretzels]

"The dining room can adjoin right here," Watts said with a nod of agreement, pointing to a spot just to the left.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven used a ruler to help him draw those lines in. Was any of this to proper scale? Probably not. But it was a start. While he was at it, Steven penciled in more lines to add two more rooms to that side of the building.

"Office next to the living room then?" Steven suggested. "It'd be in view of the front door."

[pocketpretzels]

“Mmm,” Watts gave a non-committal hum at Steven’s suggestion. “I don’t know,” he admitted finally.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven paused from where he'd already started to write down Marc's Office (Begrudging). "You don't like it?"

[pocketpretzels]

The parenthetical-in-progress did make him chuckle, admittedly.

“I think it flows nicer if all the regular common spaces are grouped together,” he said.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven studied the picture. "I suppose I can see that. Office over here, then? To the right?"

[pocketpretzels]

Watts nodded. “It’s still immediately apparent once you’re inside.”

[hasaknightjob]

Steven erased what he wrote and put Admin Office down on the room to the right of the front entrance. "There we are. Easily changed. Wild to think it's that easy in reality as well."

[pocketpretzels]

“And that we can have a space set aside with no pre-defined purpose,” Watts said.

[mylandmyrules]

Nell came in with the v vegan cheesecake that Ignis had made for Tuesday night. She smiled at Steven, but was surprised to see the Detective here as well.

"Oh! Well, good morning to both of you!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Morning, Nell!" Steven said, giving her a wave. "How are you today?"

[mylandmyrules]

"Better than I was last time I saw you," Nell said with a smile. "And you?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Managing," Steven said though the mun had a migraine. "How's Gladio doing?"

He of course had no reason to suspect Nell would have particular insight there.

[mylandmyrules]

Nell's smile got a little sparkly. "He's good," she said. "Still... there are things in sure he's but taking about yet, but he's good."


[Sorry for your migraine. This mun has been reading too many books set in England and Scotland and had to really struggle not to write, "Aw, he's just brilliant then, isn't he!"]

[hasaknightjob]

Steven nodded. "Understandable. It'll take time. Please pass on my concern if you see him before I do?"

Again, no reason why Steven might suspect that to be the more statistically likely option.

[mylandmyrules]

"Pretty sure I will," Nell said with a shy smile. Like perhaps tonight at Caritas if she was brave enough. "And I'll let him know."

[hasaknightjob]

"Cheers," Steven said. He gave her a small smile, not wanting to push too much. "Good thing he's got you looking out for him?"

[mylandmyrules]

That made her smile. They'd had several conversations about luck. "I think we're both awfully lucky," she said.

"So what are you up to these days?"

[pocketpretzels]

“Ms. Ingram, hello,” Watts greeted.

[mylandmyrules]

"Hello, Detective," Nell said. "I guess I can give this right to you then. Ignis made it for you in case you came in Tuesday."

[pocketpretzels]

“Oh, that’s quite kind of him,” Watts said. “Kind of you to bring them by as well.”

[mylandmyrules]

"No problem at all," Nell said. " I come visit Steven most Thursdays. I'd stop by your work, but it doesn't feel right to interrupt at a police station."

[pocketpretzels]

“Hah,” Watts scoffed. “Trust me, most days you would be interrupting very little at all.”

[mylandmyrules]

"Still," she said. "A museum is designed for visitors."

And she might still have some leftover issues with government, Detective, sorry

[pocketpretzels]

“I suppose that’s true,” Watts said with a shrug. “Still.”