Log:Wade's Moving Day

2020/10/10 	 Victory|Wade Artemis

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Wade receives a text from Artemis, in typical excited fashion. She's been less around than usual since Wayne was cleared from Starguard. << Friend Wade! How goes the hunt for a home?! Have you yet chosen a new homestead and require assistance!? >>

Wade is currently on the hunt for an apartment. He has decided to try to move closer to work, so he has picked a place in the Alien District. It'll certainly be close. And not boring. He texts back, << Good timing. I did pick a place. On a side street off of StarDancer Boulevard. >>

<< Most excellent! I am glad you have found a new home! Require you my aid!? There is no battles to be had today, so I am free to lend you my strength in transporting thy>> The next ends there. Then there's the three dots showing she's typing again. << Belongings!>>

Wade writes back. << Sure. I can use some help with that. I'm mostly packed up already, it turns out. And the apartment is available to move into now. >>

<> True to her word, Artemis does arrive some fifteen minutes later, knocking on the door of his old apartment.

Rupert leaves Alien District and enters Newtown.

Wade is dressed casually when he answers the door to his apartment, and he's wearing the Nationals hat. "Hey there. C'mon in."

Artemis smiles brightly at Wade. She's dressed in her usual battle garb and cloak, but the sword and scabbard must've been left at home. "Greetings, Friend Wade!" she says enthusiastically as she walks in at his invitation. "I hope I can be of aid! I know little of the process of moving or homesteading, but I shall heed thy direction."

Wade smiles. "Um...normally I'd use a truck or something. I have...maybe twenty boxes to move. And some furniture, but not a lot." He thinks about it. "Maybe we SHOULD use a truck. I can probably borrow something from SG."

"Twenty!? So many things!" Artemis says in amazement. "Well, mayhaps a truck be a good idea. Easier to carry one truck at once then twenty individual boxes!" she chuckles. She looks around the packed apartment, making note of its changed state.

Wade laughs. "It's not that much stuff. You should see how many things someone with a house has. You can fill a large truck."

Artemis chuckles. "Me thinks mine belongings may only require a single box. But I take you for your word, Friend Wade. Now, how may I aid thee?"

Wade smiles. "Well, tell you what. I didn't think this out. Let me get a truck to use if you dont' mind waiting fifteen minutes? and then we can load it up?"

Artemis smiles and nods. "Very well, I shall await thy...hm, -your- procurement of a truck," she tries to speak in the informal hooman way.

Wade laughs. "You don't need to sound like a human for my sake. Be yourself."

Artemis tilts her head. "Mean you this? I was certain I do vex you mightily sometimes, my friend," she chuckles.

Wade smiles. "Artemis, you do indeed vex me sometimes. But at the same time, I don't think I want you trying to be something you're not. Be yourself. It is you that I became friends with, after all."

That makes Artemis smile brigther than she does most days. "Very well, Friend Wade. I shall be myself, and await thy return!"

Wade smiles. "I'll be back in a few minutes." Sure enough...about twenty minutes later, a Starguard hover van pulls up outside, and Wade gets out. He comes back up to the apartment, preparing to move his relatively meager amount of stuff.

Artemis hasn't had much to poke around and entertain herself. Thankfully, she also hasn't managed to get in trouble in that short amount of time. Some of the full boxes have been stacked up in preparation nearer to the door, though. "You return! Let us prepare thy things whilst you tell me of this new home."

Wade smiles. "Well, it's on a side street fairly close to Starguard. It looks like an interesting building. It's in the Alien District, so I might have a bit of culture shock, but I think it might be good for me, as part of Starguard."

Artemis chuckles merrily. "So mayhaps you will experience some of what I experience in these lands. I suspect you will rise to the occasion," she smiles and picks up a stack of boxes effortlessly. "Since you are meant to work with offworlders, I think it will do ye good to live amongst them! And thou shall be closer to work."

Wade nods. "The apartment is about as big as this one is, but a little cheaper. I suspect it might be because of the location."

Artemis nods and steps towards the door, stopping to look back and thinks a moment. "Hmmm. T'was here I first began to become thy friend, starting with thy birthday," she says with thoughtfulness and sentimentality. After a pause, she smiles and adds, "There should be a celebration at thy new home once is it prepared."

Wade smiles and nods. "There's a term for that here, by the way. A 'housewarming party'. It's usually for when you buy a home, but people do it for new apartments too." He grabs a couple of boxes as well and walks with her out to the van to load them into the back. "I think we can likely do this in one trip with the van since I broke down the bed. I need to do the same with the table, but that should only take a couple minutes."

Artemis is extra careful with the boxes when she sets them down. "Hmm," she thinks a moment on his words. "Do you wish me to break your table?"

Wade quickly says, "No! No. When I say 'break it down', I mean take it apart. Carefully. Without actually breaking it."

Wade points to her, "Vexing, right there." He grins, "But I appreciate the thought."

Artemis blinks at his quick initial response, then smiles. "Ah, then I shall leave it to you," she chuckles. She looks down at his pointing finger and laughs, smiling at him. She playfully pushes his hand down. "I vex you by trying to offer help? Ah, I see how thee are," she grins. "Thee! Thee are vexing with thy words that mean not what you mean."

Wade chuckles at Artemis's response. "Mmm. Fair enough . I can see why that's frustrating."

Artemis laughs after her boxes are situated. "Ye only vex me by being vexed when I try to offer aid," she says jovially as she reaches up and unclasps her cloak and pauldrons, stowing them into the van for now. "These be not necessary for labor such as this," she comments, then gets ready to go for the next load.

Artemis halts and thinks a moment. "Nay. In part, I am also vexed by my own failing," she is forced to add the full truth, then starts walking again.

Wade closes the van up as they head back inside. "Your own failing? In what way?"

Artemis looks straight ahead as they head back. "In trying to lend aid, only to vex those I wish to...befriend," she settles on that explanation.

Wade smiles and pats Artemis's shoulder, "Don't be hard on yourself. It's just the cultural differences. I should be clear: I greatly appreciate your open heart and willingness to help. It is part of the reason I really like you and consider you to be a good friend."

Artemis turns to look at Wade and smile. "I really am not trying to vex thee, my friend. But thank thee for thy words," she says warmly as they reach his apartment. "It heartens me to know ye like me and consider me as such."

Wade nods. "Probably my best friend, aside from Star Girl, actually." He smiles and steps back into his apartment to grab a couple more boxes. He's reasonably strong, but not like Artemis, of course.

Artemis smiles and looks surprised by the compliment. "I am most touched, Friend Wade, but surely there are others who best me in this category," she chuckles as she stacks more boxes and lifts them easily. The two of them are considerably strong enough to make fewer trips.

Neil enters from Starguard - Reception Area.

Wade heads back out to the Starguard van, carrying another load of boxes. He opens it up to let them put the boxes in.

At first, some clinking comes from Artemis' boxes. She must have some kitchenware in her boxes. She immediately freezes at the clinking, then walks much more carefully. It doesn't sound like anything broke, and she treats the boxes as precious cargo as she sets the next load of boxes into the van.

Neil leaves Alien District and enters Starguard - Reception Area.

Neil has left.

Wade sets the new boxes into the van and helps Artemis situate hers as well. "Only a few more trips at this rate."

Artemis thinks on the terms Wade said now that she isn't so focused on not breaking things. "I suppose as I understand the words, hmm. I suppose that would make ye ...at least one of my best friends. Can it work thus? Friend Talia calls me her best friend, yet I seem to vex her endlessly even when I think I have done nothing." She studies how he situations the boxes, intent to learn. "Aye, we shall be breaking thy bed in no time! Carefully," she smiles. "Perhaps ye can teach me how this is done. I shall treat thy bed tenderly."

Wade smirks as he closes the van up. "'Breaking the bed' refers to sex on this planet. Because of course it does." He chuckles. "I already broke it down. We need to take the table apart."

Artemis stares at Wade with a flatly suspicious expression. "Surely you are playing me false on that. What be the odds of such a saying referring to that?" she plants her hands on her hips as she interrogates Wade on that.

Wade chuckles. "Look it up with your PDA, if you like. But I'm not lying to you." He smiles and heads back inside to grab another couple of boxes.

"And I suppose ye will tell me that taking apart thy table also refers to sex on this planet," Artemis suspects. Though at his word, she hesitates, then takes out her PDA and starts typing as they head back. She falls behind a bit by having to look at it. "By all the hallowed halls!" she can be heard cursing further from behind.

Wade laughs and heads inside. "I think the idea is that you're so vigorous that you break the bed itself."

Artemis follows behind Wade and thinks on that. "Ah. Well, that makes sense now that ye say that," she realizes and puts her phone away. "Thankfully, my current bed is made of stronger stuff."

Wade chuckles. "I...am not surprised by that." He grabs a couple more boxes, trying to not think too hard about it.

"Most of the furniture at Omega Guard's base be made for metahuman use. Save for the measuring equipment in the labs. I am told not to touch those," Artemis chuckles and lifts another stack of boxes easily. "Though I cannot imagine hoomans managing to break their bed with hooman-strength sex. How came this phrase to exist? Is it because of the Guardians propensity to do so?"

Wade chuckles. "I think it's due to beds that weren't made very well. Or were very old."

"Ah! Poor craftsmanship and not prowess. A shame!" Artemis chuckles as they head back down with the next batch of boxes.

A man across the street, maybe mid twenties and plain looking in jeans, t-shirt, and zip-up hoodie, has stopped along his walk to snap a few photos of Wade and Artemis by the van with his smartphone.

Wade smiles. "I guess we've been noticed. I should be used to it by now."

"Hmm. Be this not why ye need to move?" Artemis asks more quietly as she sets her boxes in the van and slides them in to fit with the others.

Wade nods. "That's true. Though I'm not sure I can keep people from finding out where I live after I move."

Artemis nods once in thought. "Be there better security at thy new home?"

Wade nods. "There is. Mainly due to the high number of aliens living there, I think."

"And closer to work, I think there would be faster response should those cowards attempt to take thee," Artemis smiles. "They shall think warily before attempting to replace thee again."

Wade smiles. "I certainly hope so."