[Log: Garnet/Raiel] Post-DC: Home
The house was small, and sparsely furnished thanks to the United States Government. They hadn't done much in the way of helping them settle in, save for giving them a few pieces of furniture, and a few necessities; boxes containing a some dishes, a few pots and pans, and a few sets of silverware sat on the kitchen counter, the couch and coffee table not exactly arranged so much as left in the middle of the living room. Two bedrooms, each with a bed made to accommodate one, and basic linens. The walls were bare, as were the windows, covered only by vertical blinds, half-lowered against the setting sun.
They'd been given the keys to the house the morning they left for the airport in New Jersey; shoved into a taxi and shuttled to the airport where they'd bumbled their way through the strange building and security procedures, clutching their few belongings, and boarding the plane. The air was stale, the food was terrible, and the experience of changing air pressure and plugged ears had not been a pleasant one. When they'd finally landed at the Cleveland airport, there was still more they had to go through, but this time they were guided only by a sheet of instruction. Another taxi was secured, and they were driven out to a nice, unremarkable suburb, and dropped at the curb. Sure enough, the keys opened the front door.
Exhausted, nerves frayed, Garnet dropped her bag unceremoniously on the floor, and sagged onto the couch with a heavy sigh.
So. This was it; this was "home" now.