undergrounds | August Catch All

"From here?" It's all Lydia can do to keep the 'eww' in. Like she'd buy anything from here. The mugs probably aren't even washed properly. Ew.

"I'm... I'm not thirsty. Let's just see the place! I'm so excited... it's not right near here, is it?"

"It's not far," was Wednesday's reply. She stands, gathering her things, and walks out of the cafe, assuming that Lydia will follow her. Her pace is brisk, and she doesn't make with the small talk.

She enters a building - no access control, and makes for the stairs. Three flights up, she stops in front of a door. "This will be you."

Lydia's expression becomes more and more alarmed as they journey through the maze of streets that have obviously seen far better days.When they actually go in and up, Lydia even goes to grab Wednesday's hand.

"Hey - this is safe, right? There aren't any druggies round here, are there?"

She does seem to actually consider the question for a moment. "I've never been accosted. Perhaps it would add more colour to the area." She turns back towards the door, taking out the key and unlocking it. Stepping inside, she calls to Lydia over her shoulder.

"One bedroom, bathroom, living room and kitchen. Small, but serviceable."

Lydia literally couldn't care less about the size of the apartment. She cares more about what it looks like. And what it looks like is shabby.

"Wednesday?" she asks, weakly. "Don't you have any nicer apartments going out to rent? I mean... look at it! It's... gross."

Wednesday just stares. That... was not the reaction she had expected. "It may need a touch up here and there, but I can assure you it's up to code." Stupid health and safety... loose wires were fun, not dangerous.

"But it's so dark." Lydia wrinkles her nose. "I mean, seriously, Wednesday, I know you're into all this goth stuff, but I'm just so... not!"

"It can, of course, be redecorated to your wishes." Though Wednesday wondered why anyone would want to redecorate such a perfectly miserable place.

"You don't care if I paint it?" Lydia brightens up considerably. "Oooh, I am going to make this place so cute. Wednesday, I swear you won't even recognise the place by the time I'm done. I'm thinking - okay, and don't say no! - I am thinking exposed masonry, right over the window, yeah? Plain white walls and - and polished wood floors. Oooh with some shag pile throws."

She claps her hands together, imagining what the room could look like, finished. That's just the living room, of course, all minimal and modern. Her bedroom would be a proper boudoir, full of tasteful prints and cosy carpets.

"Eeek - this is going to be so good! And if you like it, you can totally hire me to decorate your other places. If you're going to rent them out, Wednesday, I'm thinking they're going to need some hard work. But, you know, it's not completely hopeless. There's potential."

She grins happily.

There is a long, long silence from Wednesday. And then:

"Of course, you are free to do what you see fit to the property." The idea of Lydia getting anywhere else under her control is worrying, and she makes note of getting the warehouse to the right people because no

"However the other properties were decorated by Mother's company." She opens her bag and brings out the magazine. It's a very reputable home interiors magazine, and on the cover is Morticia Addams, the headline proclaiming her as the only name for bleak desolation.

Lydia's nose wrinkles again. "Your mother has interesting taste," she mutters. She thinks Morticia is beautiful, but almost corpse like.

"Like, no offence but are you guys seriously not vampires?"

"Her taste is fine, yes," Wednesday says, glancing at the cover. "She's quite sought after, but rarely takes commissions now. People always want the same thing from her, and she would rather more creative space." Being pigeon-holed, after all, was nothing that Morticia Addams liked.

"Some of the family are," Wednesday answers honestly,, putting the magazine back into her back. "Cousin Vlad was at least part vampire," she adds conversationally, "but I don't see many of the members which are full vampire. They stay mostly in Romania, and we haven't visited since I was quite young." There's a pause and then, as an afterthought. "There's also a were gene in the family."

"What? For funeral homes?" Lydia snorts at her own joke. "Oh no - or the Haunted House at Thorpe Park?" She giggles.

The giggles fade though, as Wednesday announces her heritage. "Ew. Werewolves smell."

Oh dear. You may feel the air getting slightly colder, Lydia, and it's got nothing to do with the heating of the apartment. "Generally, only for those who can afford her services." She knows that Lydia did not mean the comments as a compliment. "You will not be made to look at them, however, Mother has not offered her services to help your new apartment a home."

Another long pause. "Many people smell."

"Are wolves really people though?" Lydia muses. She's not noticed Wednesday's attitude. "I mean, like, obviously when they are human, they are people, but when they're wolves, they're dogs. I think at least a shower law should be put in place. It's just common decency, isn't it?" Lydia goes to look into the bedroom. "Huh. It's quite nice. Shabby chique is so in!"

"They are capable of more sentient, empathetic thought than some I could mention," Wednesday said. Oh, how easy it would be to bring a knife to this girl's throat... She had just sharpened one recently... She opened her bag, catching glimpse of the metal. Her hand reached in, curling around it.

"I wouldn't know."

"No, I don't suppose you would." Lydia turns back, a bright smile on her face.
"You know, you totally need to let me take you shopping. Just to say thank you for everything!"

"No, I do not," Wednesday said. "I do need to advise you to watch for what you plug in. You may flip the breaker." Her words were more than advice, really. They were ... well, a jinx is more the correct term for it. Lydia would find - for at least the new two weeks - her hairdryer being plugged in would instantly cut out all the power in her flat.

"You should probably get that checked out?" Lydia suggests, probably unwisely, but obliviously.

Looks like Cesare is going to have someone staying over more frequently than he might care for.

"The appropriate phone call has been made," Wednesday said. "They will be here in a few days." Of course, it won't help but still...

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