>>6067565>>6067599>>6067693I'm a dogwater-tier artist, which is why this took so long but still looks like shit.You're going to need your personal goods- after all, you're moving halfway across the continent.
<span class="mu-r">"It's not <span class="mu-s">that</span> much more expensive to 'port from here to there,"</span> Beatrice hops out of the screen and takes on her blue imp form once more- this time with what you can only describe as a Classical Roman outfit, one that unfortunately covers much more of her body. She almost looks angelic, were it not for the distinctive horns and bat wings. Even then, she wears the obvious signs of demonic nature elegantly. <span class="mu-r">"Less is more, you know."</span>
"If it's a lot, we can secure your current residence until it's more convenient. Pulling all of your goods over only to shove them in a locker until you pick out a new residence is pointless." Carrollo crosses her arms, watching annoyedly as Beatrice slides past her in the air, carried on the wind as if bobbing on a water tube. "Just pick out things you need for an overnight stay. Any personal electronics that can be carried. If you can't fit it in a backpack, it doesn't go." She's sounding an awful lot like a teacher right now. Was she an instructor for children? Seems like it would be good negotiator practice, if you're being honest.
Fine. You can bring it down to an overnight bag, but you really need to get back to your apartment.
That satisfies Carrollo. "Beatrice? Your new employer needs some help."
<span class="mu-r">"Done!"</span> With a snap of her fingers, you're launched into a sudden teleport, landing on the door outside your apartment. Always disorienting, but it's better than having to pay for it yourself. <span class="mu-r">"You haven't authorized us to enter, so this is as far as I go."</span> She mockingly draws her fingers down her cheeks as if crying. <span class="mu-r">"That's fine, I didn't want to see your filthy bachelor pad anyway."</span> You ignore her, so she simply hovers, waiting for you to return.
You only have your phone and a desktop, so after logging in, you move the machine to passive defense. David, your security daemon, moves his main process to your phone. David demon daemon, bleh. It's enough to tie your tongue. Still, David keeps your computers from being raided, and can't decide that he wants brownies today or else he's not going to boot up.
You pack your favorite t-shirt and jeans, plus miscellaneous overnight requirements. You don't have any better suit than the one you're wearing, but you pack a 'semi-formal' polo just in case. Based on the high-end nature of this place, you're expecting that's considered unsightly or low-class. Eh, you're the new guy. You can get away with it.
Your hand pauses when you enter your closet and reach for the box in the back. After a moment of consideration, it has to stay here. It's too big, and besides, you can't risk someone carrying it away with them.
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