Jay's Apartment (Semi-Open RP)

In what would under the usual circumstances be considered a normal neighborhood lays the private quarters of Jay D. McIna, assistant to Maria Blackwood and Scribe of the High Command.

In other words, their secretary.

The house itself isn't huge or remarkable, especially from the outside. The door opens straight onto the street, leading into a hallway that opens itself into the landlord's house on the lower level and a stairway up to Jay's house itself.

While the rest of the rooms in the building itself were bland, as was the street itself, just a repeating monotony of black, gray, and varying shades of brown, Jay's door stood out. It was a vivid blue, and even though it was scuffed and scratched in places, it was certainly not faded, and seemed to exude a cheery aura in the short area around it, making the tacky old wallpaper seem less faded and the stairs less dented.

On entering, you'd immediately be greeted by the clutter of Jay's main workroom. His desk was shoved against the right wall, covered in stacks of papers, some old, some new, some covered in dust, and a couple with burn marks covering their edges. They were in utter disarray, and if you read them closely, you'd find they ranged from old bills to minor, non-secret notes taken during the High Command's meetings.

On top of the desk was a pile of work items, from fountain pens to compasses to spare pieces of paper; the one thing in the room that seemed to be consistently neat. In the middle of all this was a glass case with two braces, as if it was meant to hold something up. However, it was rare that the thing it was built for--the Gauntlet--was ever within.

Covering the wall around the desk were schematics, some with large crosses through them, others with duplicates, with seemingly menial changes made to them, like a millimeter increase in length, or the day of the week it was drafted on. A well-trained eye...would recognize next to nothing. Neither would an untrained eye. In fact, the only people who could understand what was on the wall consistently were Jay and the neighborhood children, who often visited the 'Crazy gauntlet guy' to marvel in his latest exploits.

The floor was simple hardwood, and the back wall had wide windows. They were never to be seen covered in dust, although it was almost as equally rare to see them open. The wall opposite the desk was painted in an almost mural form, with spirals of blue and faded gold comprising a beautiful design that was, unfortunately, broken in several places by charred marks caused by explosions.

Off to the left and right of the room were entryways. The one on the left went to his bedroom, which was almost as chaotic as his workroom, but with more random memorabilia and articles of discarded clothing than pieces of his work. In the right passageway, you would enter into the Kitchen, which seemed untouched in its cleanliness compared to the rest of the house.

If Jay was in, you'd most likely find him at his table, scrawling out designs on a new sheet of paper, or possibly (failing at) tidying his workspace. However, he certainly rarely expects company outside of the landlord and his neighborhood friends, so don't always expect the warmest of welcomes outside of a cup of hot chocolate.

((As with Rose's apartment, you can stop by and try and interact with me, but I'd prefer if you had a reason, even if it was being drunk and thinking this was your apartment. Of course, if you're given an invitation, you can come. Or if you're any of my (various) bosses. Why the High Command would bother coming here, I have no clue, but who knows? Anyhow, outside of that, open game.

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If I'm building something, don't press the button. Fair warning. It'll likely delete you from existence or something.))