She smiles and waves at him. "You too."

She people-watches for the remaining moments before her cocoa shows up, then swallows her daily pill with a sip (she had a pastry during the game, so she still counts for the "with food" requirement). And then she wanders home, admiring the neighborhood and sipping her cocoa as she goes. She's still kind of fucked up, and she will be for a while, but she's definitely glad she landed here.

Everything is so obscenely tall here! Unless it's a park, of course. But... the absence of low-rise buildings is so unfamiliar. And there's so much glass and huge windows! But they all look really nice and inviting, at least. There's a fascinatingly low number of cars, although the ones Sable does see are around the size of ambulances. There's also seemingly a total absence of street parking, with the streets being more sidewalk than road.

Honestly, that seems like a much more sensible way to do things. Much more focused on making a habitat for people than cars, in so many ways.

Thomassia stop being so gorgeous and sensible challenge?

Her walk home is blissfully short; it seems like just about square inch of first-floor frontage is some kind of store, or a subway entrance, or something else helpful like that. So things like restaurants or cafes or anything else is always incredibly close (although Sable somehow hasn't seen a grocery store yet...)

Yeah, thomassia fails her unspoken challenge to find a way to suck. She loves this place. Even without grocery stores, since the absurdly plentiful and cheap delivery makes up for it. Okay, well, up she goes to her apartment.

The elevator to her unit comes down lightning quick, and it's very, very spacious, like always. It zips Sable back up into her apartment, with the elevator opening to reveal the door into her apartment, right next to the door leading into her neighbor's unit.

That's so different! She's getting used to it, but that's really different from what she's used to.

She steps inside, washes up for bed and brushes her teeth, and then tucks herself in with a cozy noise generator on her phone.

The pitch-black bedroom makes Sable fall asleep quick. It's somewhat incongruous to have it be so small, but it still fits in a king-size bed and a warm, plush blanket. It's common to have the bedroom kept at a lower temperature than the rest of your home, to let you keep using a thick, heavy blanket even in the summer. The lower temperature, when under the cozy blanket, is just right.

She sighs cozily and drifts off to an impressively restful sleep. She's always had trouble sleeping, but slowly getting used to the fact that she might actually be safe here seems to be helping. That's nice.

When she wakes up, after she collects herself a bit she sends a text to the neighbors who helped her yesterday.

Planning to try the gun ownership form, if someone has time to come with me as moral support at some point today. Any times in particular work for any of y'all? (Figured I'd ask y'all first, since you mentioned it last night.)

And then she sets about getting washed up and dressed and done up while she's waiting for responses.

I can be there? I have an evening shift, so I can join you basically any time until around 18:00.

I work from home and have a flexible schedule; I'd be happy to take a break.

I run my own cafe, I can happily open it a bit later than usual, it's really a lifestyle business.

That's a lot of positive responses. Um. I didn't really expect to get this far?

She grabs a dice roller app and rolls a d3. It lands on the one who works from home.

Y'all are great. And so kind. It's amazing. But I only absolutely need one person with me? So... [rolls dice] Sydney, unless the others particularly want to come too?

And then she's all ready to go, and heads down to a nearby cafe to grab a scrambled egg sandwich and a coffee to fortify herself with breakfast.

I'll be happy to join you! I'm kind of curious about what the gun situation is like here, actually. I often totally forget that they exist, so I'm kind of curious about how the police handle everything to do with them.

Om nom egg sandwich. It's pretty great.

Well, I'll be glad of your company, for sure. I'm just taking a slow morning at a cafe having breakfast, so let me know when works best for you.

Honestly, I kind of want to get going now? I'm really eager and impatient to see what it's like!

Gosh. Her neighbors are great. She pops the last couple bites of breakfast into her mouth, washes it down with her coffee, and stands.

Okay! I'll meet you down at the entrance to the complex, and we can head out together. There in just a few minutes.

I'm heading down there now, should only take 10 minutes to get ready!

Perfect. Enough time for a leisurely stroll back to the building, finishing my coffee.

And she does exactly that. It's a nice day out. She's really curious what guns are like in thomassia, honestly. It's going to be an adventure: slightly scary at points, and pushing her limits, but good for her.

Sydney is cheerfully waiting at the base of the skyscraper, waving at Sable as she arrives. "I can drive you there, if you prefer? The gun safe could be heavy and awkward to bring on public transit. There's a pool of cars in the basement parking area, I can come out with one of them if you'd like?"

"That would be a really big help, thank you!"

She bounces eagerly, if a bit nervously.

"Sure, I'll be right back!" Sydney arrives with what looks like a hybrid of a transit bus and an ambulance: it's a van high enough that Sable can stand inside of it comfortably, with 4 rows of seats all having utterly decadent amounts of legroom. The open space inside it leaves Sable with ample room in all directions. "Come on in! It's got plenty of room for all your stuff!"

She gets in with a grin. "Goodness, I've never seen this much legroom in a car before. Thanks for the ride!"

"You're welcome! I don't use it too often, but I like driving people to slumber parties, and you're supposed to make an entrance in a car like this." She quickly rides on the city's streets, ending up outside of a police station after some 20 minutes of driving. "Just tell them who you are, that you need a firearm to feel safe, and that you're happy to pay for it if you abuse it. That's enough to let you get a rather capable shotgun." A male officer walks out into the station's lobby just as Sable makes her way in. "What can we do for you today, miss?"

She takes a deep breath and nods. Cops usually don't cause problems when you visit them politely in their stations. Or at least not as many. This will be okay. She has Sydney with her. It'll be okay.

"I... have been through some stuff and need a firearm to feel safe. And I'll of course pay the fines if I abuse it."

"Certainly, we can do that for you! Will you be happy with just a shotgun? The standard calibre is approximately 18mm. We offer a variety of ammunition types; what were you considering when it comes to those?"

"A shotgun is an excellent place to start, though I would like to work up to a handgun eventually, after I go through all the requisite training and put in quite a lot of range time. As for calibers..."

She does a little mental conversion. Ah. Twelve gauge.

"The standard should be excellent. And I was thinking number two birdshot, to minimize the risk of wall-penetration while still having decent stopping power."