OPEN | we run away, but we don't know why.

[evite]

who: skye & you, hopefully.
what: an open search for new accommodations + closed starters in comments.
when: late july & august.
where: city-wide!
warnings: none yet.

☇ step one: find your bliss

( it's not that the community housing is bad. it's clean, comfortable, roomy even. it's nicer than anywhere skye's ever been allowed to rest her head; her assigned apartment is bigger than anything she's ever been allowed to claim for herself before. but that's just it: skye's never had a room to truly call her own before, and the thought of breaking that tradition in riverview of all places just doesn't sit well with her.

before she'd been summoned here, she'd been with shield, a cooperating asset assigned to a bunk in the bus; before that, she'd been on her own, moving from temp job to temp job while racking up hacktivist community points with the rising tide while commuting in her van. the same van that was currently lost in some shield civil forfeiture lot, probably already raided and ransacked by nerd squads looking for dirt on her anonymous brethren.

suffice it to say, skye sure as hell wished she had said van. but she didn't. at least, not yet. she was going to change that, starting with an outing to an important destination: a used car lot, one where skye begins to spend most of her free afternoons wandering up and down the aisles, ignoring the sensible four-door sedans and fuel-friendly mopeds for big square hunks of metal that might, with enough tender love and care, turn into something suitable.

should she spot someone else crossing her path, she might mistake them for an employee... or just somebody who knows something about cars. why else would they be here? )

So, if somebody wanted to hypothetically rip out all the interior shit on this and start from scratch, could they?

( if it's a bus? maybe? if it's a moon equivalent to a toyota camry? well, try not to laugh too hard in her face. )

☇ step two: make your bliss work for you

( eventually, she picks something. it's going to need work, and while skye has experience living in a van, she doesn't exactly have a ton of experience getting a van to move-in-ready status. thus, her decision to bring it — by tow truck — to the closest mechanic's bay, where she'll be spending the next few weeks hovering, offering vaguely helpful suggestions, and attempting to do her best to help (and thus, keep labor costs down where at all possible).

when she's not at the mechanic's shop, skye can be found in various retail shops, scouring for everything from electronic components to car parts to home decor, trying to slowly but surely put together the pieces of the puzzle. for those that don't interrupt her with their own concerns, and to anyone who gets roped into helping her at any stage of this project (whether it be mechanic, retail employee, or just some random passerby in the road), she'll ask a million questions, because that's just the kind of annoying person that she is. )

... so what do you think about this?

( what is "this"? depending on what she's seeking out that day, her arms might be full of anything from tacky beaded curtains to a blender that operates on the van's 12-volt port to a truly absurd pile of metal squares that look suspiciously like solar panels. none of it is technically necessary, but try telling that to skye. )

☇ step three: share your bliss with everyone else

( the van will be a project that takes up the better part of her life, but that doesn't mean she won't have time to be a human being who does other things. at least, not technically. thus: a wildcard option — if there's something you want, come holler at your girl. just don't be disappointed if conversation swerves wildly... just like her driving... )

Comments

[acuerdo]

You decided on a color yet? Are we going for unmarked white? Sleek and silver?

[thank you very much for that bottle. the spark plugs are rather stuck, annoyingly so. he squirts some of the contents onto the plugs and pops his head out from under the hood to fire a look in her direction.]

I'm not a Picasso. [he grumbles as he recalls an exhibit gabe had dragged him to once upon a time.] I'd like to think my work is a little more polished.

Good thing I'll make sure she is too.

[evite]

[ he's going to judge her, but she absolutely has picked out a color. ]

Oh, definitely white. It's top Pinterest-chic and undercover drug operation in one boring swipe.

[ with reclaimed wood accents and fluffy bedding, it'll be the girliest, most #basicwhitebitch thing skye's ever owned in her life. but she has a vision, okay. it'll be great. ]

Speaking from all the experience I don't have yet but apparently will in the future... your work's not horrible. Obviously.

[ she is trusting him with this, after all. there were other mechanics here, at least some of whom would presumably appreciate this kind of large scale project. ]

[acuerdo]

Kill me. [spoken with all the eyerolling and "gag me with a rusty spoon" feeling he could muster. he hopes she hasn't picked white.]

At least tell me we're putting some pearl into that. If your van goes 90s mom without any zing I'll quit and leave this thing sitting on blocks outside the shop.

[he wouldn't, but does she know that? probably not.]

Care to clue me in on what else you're going to do in this thing? You're not really planning on living out of it are you? Like, if you're gonna live in something, why not go full on pop up camper? Winnebago? Tour bus would be awesome. [geez robbie. a van's a big enough project. why dream that big?]

[evite]

No shiny shit! [ the words are highlighted with all the glaring her tiny frame can muster. ] Creamy white only. Like a cloud on wheels.

[ she has a vision and mister mechanic is not going to fuck this up for her. ]

I'm going to live in it, I told you. There's gonna be a bed behind the front seats, and then a half wall, and then a built-in minikitchen in the swing doors. I saw a guy with a set-up like this once back home at an RV show, it was great.

[ don't doubt her aesthetics. ]

Plus, I can't drive an RV. It's like driving a boat with a fucked up engine. No thanks.