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avisheh razi,
boss

we're just two lost souls

Who: Avisheh and Boss
What: Avisheh and Boss move into their respective houses as new arrivals. Only it's the same house. Hijinks ensue.
Where: Delight's Housing 04
When: Backdated to the 10th or 11th
Warnings: Two girls on their baddest behavior. AKA probably nothing but their personalities.

The welcome guide all but said to pick a house that looks uninhabited, and while everywhere seems to come preloaded with weird furniture, one of the houses that didn't look entirely awful seemed to also be unlocked. After double checking there were no people currently inside, Avisheh finally let herself rest, collapsing onto the couch in the living room.

It's a far bigger number than what she's used to. Back home, she lived out of her clinic, which was a poorly kept secret, but hey, it made things more convenient for her. That place was tiny. Here, she's got four bedrooms to deal with. What the hell is she going to do with so much space?

It's such a non-problem that Avisheh opts to ignore it entirely and get real cozy on the couch. She pops off her prosthetic legs, removing the liner underneath, and sets them on the floor next to her cane. She deserves a nap, thank you.

So she curls up, closes her eyes, and imitates a sleepy cat with nothing to do or worry about.

She doesn't realize she's left the door unlocked. Or that someone already laid claim to this house.

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Boss is pretty transient by nature, preferring to drift around from place to place as is convenient. Since the housing in this place all seemed pretty close together, having one 'base' there made sense. Just a nice, centralized area to stash her things, and when she's tired? Park her ass. Obviously it had to be big. Boss doesn't deal with small spaces. Been there, done that, a pent house is far preferable to a cramped apartment.

So, the 4 bedroom spire was, more or less, ideal. No one else had moved in. It wasn't a wreck (ha, yet. With Boss moving in, that was inevitable) and honestly? The weird design and furniture was weirdly comfortable after all the time she spent on the Zin ship. The only thing necessary at this point was to start... Moving in.

The mopeds leave a lot to be desired, especially for someone who's used to sports cars and luxury motorcycles, but they work. Sure, she can't carry as much back as she wants, but she's got a sizeable amount of the important things in life, things to make it more livable, that she's carrying in her arms to her new home.

Her... New... Home... That someone's taking a nap in. Uh. Okay. Boss gently kicks the front door closed behind her and casually struts into one of the rooms to put the clothes up before circling the couch, opting to squat in front of it.

"Hey," She's nice and quiet at first. Just one roommate checking on the other, nothing harmful or threatening or - Wait, she claps her hands together as loud as she possibly can. "We keep our legs on in my fucking house."

At this point, Avisheh's managed to drift off. She has a weird dream about a factory fire. It isn't quite a nightmare, so she isn't troubled by it so much -- until lightning strikes close enough that it startles her awake.

It takes a few seconds of blearily blinking at the woman in front of her to realize that wasn't thunder.

"Mm," Avisheh groans, turning herself around on the couch to face away from the strange woman whose home she's apparently invading. "In my house, we take them off unless we want to invite in leg stink."

It's like sleeping in your shoes, Boss. Come on now. Avisheh reorients herself for maximum comfort.

Oh. Well, it's good to know the squatter isn't upset by the intrusion. Wouldn't want that, would we? Boss laughs and grabs Avisheh's shoulder as she rolls over.

"Really? What, s'it like that cheese you get behind your ears?" Gross, but she's kind of curious. But seriously, you come on now. Boss is going to roll her back over to stare her in the eyes. "Get up."

They need to talk about this, and it's not a conversation that can wait. It would be, if Boss was the one who needed a nap. Unfortunate that she's wide awake.

Avisheh groans as she's jerked back over and ordered around. She really doesn't do well with authoritative tones. It makes her want to not do the thing. Still, she can see she's not about to get any more sleep anytime soon.

She pulls herself up to a sitting position and makes an unamused face at the woman with the pompadour, rubbing her temple.

"Let me wake up. I'm still processing the fact that someone apparently lives in my house."

First house she's lived in since refugee services set her up in an apartment, and she's intruding. Great.

She's still not putting her legs back on, out of spite at this point. It may put her at a disadvantage, but at least she grabs her cane and leans her head onto it.

"Your house?" Okay, Boss has about as much right to it as whoever this woman is does, but that's not gonna stop her from from walking the walk. Point to her though, for acting so aloof about the whole thing to Boss's face. It's stupid, but it's bold. Kinda respectable, even if she has no clue who she's talking to.

"How long've you been here?"

No formalities, no introductions, right down to business. This is Boss's version of playing nice - They're all out of their elements here, and if the welcome guide is right then it's not exactly as if either of them have any big advantage over the other... Besides, her legs are literally on the floor, so Boss can play with kid gloves for a little bit. A little bit!

Look, she may have learned a thing or two about diplomacy and not punch-first-ask-questions-never from some of her crew. Maybe.

Avisheh eyes the woman, not particularly wanting to answer the question at a disadvantage of not knowing the other woman's answer to the same question. If she tells the truth, and the original owner's been here longer, she loses out on the house. If she tells the truth, and the original owner's been here the same amount of time, the latter could lie and Avisheh's still kicked out of the house.

Hell. What's the worst that could happen? She sleeps on the streets? There's other houses out there. Surely one isn't occupied.

Still, let it never be said that Avisheh is the most logical of people.

"Awful big house for just one person," she opts to say instead, with a hint of a sly smile. "You got roommates?"

It's not a bad route to take. Boss isn't a smart woman, not in the traditional sense. Meaning it's totally possible to manipulate and play her... If you're careful about it. The question dodge is noted, not the smoothest play.

Boss's eyes narrow as she slicks her tongue over her teeth. Interesting. The balls on this woman are almost impressive.

"Nah, no roommates yet," It's something to consider. "You gonna answer the question?" She stands up, sets her hand at her hip as she lets her posture sag a bit.

Okay, so no roommates to back her up and kick Avisheh out of the house. Good to know. At that confirmation, Avisheh starts folding liners over her heavily scarred stumps, each with a pin at the end for attaching to the prosthetic. As she speaks, she methodically reattaches her legs.

"A day," she answers finally, not wanting to avoid the same question twice after being pressed on it. She pushes down on her limb to click the prosthetic into place. "You?"

A day? Alright. No real advantage there. Well - Boss could just fucking lie, it wouldn't be below her... But she's pretty obviously new in town too.

"Five months."

Not that a little fact like that's gonna stop her. Boss, the apartment was literally completely empty the other day. Stop being so full of shit.

"Nah, been here about a day too," She shrugs, flopping onto the other side of the couch, "Just started setting the place up. You didn't even think about moving shit in?"

The other woman doesn't seem like a threat - Not yet. Boss is fed up with all the rest of the bullshit going on here, and while she would love to kill a motherfucker with another motherfucker... Well, it's about time to start making connections and allies.

"You got a name?"

Avisheh snickers at the outright lie and then immediate correction, finishing off clicking her second prosthetic back into place.

"Thought I'd get some shuteye before I started moving into the place. It's been an eventful day, what with the interdimensional kidnapping," she says, grin on her face. She seems rather irreverent about the whole deal, honestly.

After she's finished putting her legs back on, she readjusts on the couch to lay across it again, this time placing her legs on Boss' lap, getting comfy. Yes, she really did just do that. The grin on her face is positively catlike.

"Dr. Razi."

Alright, hell, it gets a grin from Boss. She can't argue that - A bunch of flying monkeys and having to figure out a new smartphone for herself is pretty eventful.

"You know there's a bar here? Way better place to -" Oh. Hey. That's real casual. Boss is stunned by the legs on her lap and just stares at them for a good moment before shoving them off.

"Uh-uh. Don't give a shit what kinda doctor you are. Do that again and missing legs'll be the least of your worries."

Avisheh outright cackles when her legs are shoved off, head tossed back on the head of the couch.

"I think you misunderstand the scope of my worries if you think missing legs are even a blip on the radar." She's responsible for the missing legs herself, she's fully accepted them as a part of her life. Even during the many years she went without prosthetics to compensate for them. Honestly, she's at a net positive at this point; she can't complain.

"So, do I get a name to call you, or are you going to be Cookie II?" A private joke only Avisheh will get. The receptionist at her clinic back on the Nexus worked with a caveat of being anonymous, meaning it fell on Avisheh to give her the pet name of Cookie.

Even if she knew this, Avisheh doubts Boss would appreciate the moniker.

Dr. Ravi is fucking confusing so far, but Boss actually appreciates that. Anyone who can keep her on her toes is worth keeping around - Regardless if it's as a friend or an enemy. So far Boss is leaning towards 'slightly annoying buddy,' because her attitude is kind of fun. Like a replacement Shaundi or Asha. She's got the give-a-fuck attitude of Shaundi and the complete and utter disrespect for Boss's authority like Asha so... Shaushi. Good. Perfect.

"Anything but Cookie - I don't do stripper names," She snorts and leans back on the couch, her arms spread across the back and her legs kicked up on the table. Oh, she gets to do it for sure, but anyone else has to build up a repertoire.

"Most people back home called me Boss. Or The President."

"Cookie is definitely a receptionist name," Avisheh responds, mock offended. How dare Boss insult Cookie like that.

Not that being a stripper is insulting, just that Cookie worked hard to get to where she is. A mob-connected anonymous medical receptionist.

"Are you a president of something, or is that just a fun nickname?"

"Yeah, if you're the receptionist of a strip club." It's not a bad thing, Boss has the utmost respect for - Okay, that's a lie. She doesn't have respect for anyone, but at least it means she respects them the same as anyone else.

"Would you believe the United States?"

"No," Avisheh responds immediately, not really caring what the question was. "What's the United States? A country? You don't seem the type for politics."

She can at least connect dots, and it's a very obvious name, honestly. Her world of origin had no United States, though, and neither did the Nexus. She's sure someone on the Nexus has heard of it, considering the worlds often have repeated names among them -- "Earth" being the biggest and most common -- but she's not a scholar of other worlds so she doesn't pay much attention to them.

Well, hell. Boss just kind of shrugs it off because honestly? No one else could believe it either. She isn't the type for politics.

"Yeah, I was probably going to be impeached before the alien invasion."

But enough about her (that's a lie, Boss could talk about herself - or more honestly, the Saints - all day)

"What about you? Doctor just a fancy title or d'you actually cut people open?"

Avisheh can't help but laugh at both the concept of her becoming a president only to be impeached when aliens invaded. What a life she must lead.

"Probably unwise to remove a country's leader at the moment of invasion, but I'm not the type for politics, either."

So really, what does she know?

"But yes, I do in fact cut people open for a living. It's all very fun. Less often, now that I'm mainly general practice, but with my clientele surgery can at times be very necessary. Picking out bullets and the like."

You know, between the homeless and the mob.

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