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samplings
Some things did never change.
Others changed frequently.
It was a Friday, but it wasn't in late October. Island had been working on trying to get a bug out of a banking app, and spent most of the day enormously frustrated by it, and as a result, she drank all the Dr Pepper Heart Beats had in stock by the time she'd managed to finish it. Between the completion, the lack of soda pop and the fact Gideon was on her way out the door, Island simply declared the workday over early and scored a ride home with her friend, failing to notice that her phone had managed to escape her bag and sneak its way out into the car. She kept her keys in a different compartment, and had already had those out because the smartphone unlock function didn't work when she'd set the security system to thinking she was out of the house.
The security system that was … turned off?
Good job, Island. She'd forgotten to turn it on that morning. Nothing beeped as she entered, and she shrugged, starting to put her bag down on the pile of Stuff near the door and prepare to do a whole lot of napping since she was home easily an hour before she normally got there. She'd have invited Gideon in if she weren't asleep on her feet.
Then she looked at the table and found that the bag was the only thing on it, pile of Stuff, mostly unopened mail, gone. Then she looked over at her desk, as if maybe she'd moved the unopened mail there instead, like she was supposed to, and—
The security system had not in fact been off because Island forgot to arm it. Well, maybe it had. Maybe Island forgetting to arm it was the reason she was looking at an unfamiliar person standing at her desk. Had this been her old place in New York, she would've assumed that broad-shouldered, chestnut-haired, ridiculously tall and dressed in a suit jacket (but without a tie) was just someone Joy had invited in. Since it wasn't, he wasn't.
Island's brain didn't do the thing it should have, which was leave the apartment and call for help somehow. It didn't try voice-activating the smart speakers and yelling at them to call for help, either. That one wouldn't have worked, since the main switch was off and her phone was in Gideon's car, which if she had been sensible she would've been about to find out. Instead, panic mode blended with anger, and she kicked the door shut loudly.
It rattled and slammed.
Others changed frequently.
It was a Friday, but it wasn't in late October. Island had been working on trying to get a bug out of a banking app, and spent most of the day enormously frustrated by it, and as a result, she drank all the Dr Pepper Heart Beats had in stock by the time she'd managed to finish it. Between the completion, the lack of soda pop and the fact Gideon was on her way out the door, Island simply declared the workday over early and scored a ride home with her friend, failing to notice that her phone had managed to escape her bag and sneak its way out into the car. She kept her keys in a different compartment, and had already had those out because the smartphone unlock function didn't work when she'd set the security system to thinking she was out of the house.
The security system that was … turned off?
Good job, Island. She'd forgotten to turn it on that morning. Nothing beeped as she entered, and she shrugged, starting to put her bag down on the pile of Stuff near the door and prepare to do a whole lot of napping since she was home easily an hour before she normally got there. She'd have invited Gideon in if she weren't asleep on her feet.
Then she looked at the table and found that the bag was the only thing on it, pile of Stuff, mostly unopened mail, gone. Then she looked over at her desk, as if maybe she'd moved the unopened mail there instead, like she was supposed to, and—
The security system had not in fact been off because Island forgot to arm it. Well, maybe it had. Maybe Island forgetting to arm it was the reason she was looking at an unfamiliar person standing at her desk. Had this been her old place in New York, she would've assumed that broad-shouldered, chestnut-haired, ridiculously tall and dressed in a suit jacket (but without a tie) was just someone Joy had invited in. Since it wasn't, he wasn't.
Island's brain didn't do the thing it should have, which was leave the apartment and call for help somehow. It didn't try voice-activating the smart speakers and yelling at them to call for help, either. That one wouldn't have worked, since the main switch was off and her phone was in Gideon's car, which if she had been sensible she would've been about to find out. Instead, panic mode blended with anger, and she kicked the door shut loudly.
It rattled and slammed.