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[diastereomer]

[ For once, the feed kicks on and Yusuf is ready for it. He's in the lab (otherwise known as, the basement, but he's not exactly picky about these things) and the feed gets a clear view of... well. Not very much. For something that is supposed to be a lab, it's noticeably sparse. This, ladies, gents, and pterodactyls, is the reason for this feed. ]

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[byweavinglives]

You had a good time.

[diastereomer]

Oh yes, very much so. Thank you again, for inviting us.

[byweavinglives]

It was nice to have adults in the room.

[diastereomer]

Her company was mixed, I would say.

[ Amused, nonetheless. ]

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[oneminutemaze]

[ Upon seeing Yusuf's post to the network, Ariadne figures that it's safe to go down into the basement without possibly ending up as a test subject. She doesn't knock, though she's not making any effort to be silent as she heads down the stairs, either. ]

Are you just looking for the lab, or for the house in general?

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[diastereomer]

[ At the sound of the door at the top of the stairs opening, Yusuf looks up, mostly expecting to see Eames-- he has made it clear that the lab here is no more sacred than Yusuf's actual lab back in Mombasa. When Ariadne's skinny legs come into view, Yusuf turns his chair around fully to properly address her. ]

Mostly for the lab, as it is arguably first priority. Though I can make a second post if you know of anything we might need for the common areas.

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[oneminutemaze]

I'll think about it.

[ Honestly, she just wants to get rid of the monstrosity of a couch that Eames managed to wrangle up.

There's a pause as she looks around the lab, one slight hand reaching up to tuck some hair behind her ear. ]

How's it all coming, then?

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[diastereomer]

[ A motion to the mostly empty space around them. His bedroom has the staples (a mattress, a pillow, and a box to put what remains of his clothes in) but the lab area has little more than a table and a swivel chair that Yusuf had a hell of a time getting down the stairs. ]

Little by little. Whoever the dreamer is, they've got an agonizing eye for detail.

[ Not to mention a very weird sense of humor, but Ariadne's already been ribbed enough about that aspect. ]

[greding]

I have a feeling my housemates may object to me giving away our furniture. Sorry, mate.

[diastereomer]

Well, I certainly would not expect the kitchen table. Spare, unused furniture was more what I am looking for.

[greding]

Any particular use you had in mind?

[diastereomer]

Any kind of table space, and I have found that I can never have too much shelving. Those are the staples, for the time being.

[totallyinaband]

You know you can buy furniture in stores, dude. Or just check curbsides, if you're desperate. That's how I found my coffee table.

[diastereomer]

Stores are usually not very receptive to i.o.u's.

We are not quite at the point of desperate yet, and I am not entirely certain how appreciative certain members of the household would be to my curbsurfing.

[totallyinaband]

As long as you hose it down before you bring it into the house, how're they gonna know?

[diastereomer]

Have you... met Arthur?

[a_parting_word]

You have letters in biology?

[diastereomer]

Biochemistry, to be precise, but essentially yes, Biology.

[a_parting_word]

What good will a P, an H and a D do you with that?

[diastereomer]

Enough to allow me to open a Pharmacy, back where I come from.

Why, what would you expect to get with it?