A casual dialogue about non-casual subjects

[Chronicron]

Tricia's home was just as she described it. A medium sized two-story house, constructed in Modern style, with all that follows - black and white interior decoration with laminated floors and rectangular furniture. The guest room was spacious, with two couches in the middle of the room and a large TV screen on the wall. A small refrigerator was humming silently in a corner, reminding of its existence and contents.

The house itself was located at the shore, with a nice view over Manhattan's biggest oceans. Its surroundings were actually well organized - the grass was cut short by Trish herself and the perimeter was guarded by a tall, tight wooden fence. A small, private hangar could be seen right besides the house.

The hangar itself was open, but it had a special mechanism that allowed to lower the parked vessel under the ground and cover it with a sturdy metallic lid, making room for one more ship that could be parked at the surface. The hangar's underground section was connected directly to her house with a diagonal elevator, allowing Tricia to travel freely between her house's comfort and the hangar.

Despite the nice looks in theory, on practice her house interior was a mess, mainly because she lives alone and doesn't gets any guests at all. But knowing that Sun could arrive any moment, she frantically tried to tidy up her guest room, placing all the blankets carefully on their designated couches and mopping the floors.

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