Living in an apartment had some advantages. Like things being closer together and easier to get to when just waking up and in need of coffee or tea or something to wake up.
But this new house she had bought was pretty nice too. It certainly had it's perks, that much was certain.
Chandra wasn't overly certain why she would ever actually need a small ballroom on the first floor, but at least she knew she could always rent it out for weddings or something if she suddenly found herself in need of money.
Or, shoot, she could rent out entire rooms for families in the black-out zones who needed places to live with the amount of rooms that she had available to her. Though...the birdcages in the library and conservatory (and what was a conservatory used for, anyways?) had been quick to go once she had moved in. Why on god's earth had the previous owner needed so many cages?! One stayed though, the one with the bird he had so kindly left as a house warming gift.
The biggest selling point had been the large pool in the back yard though.
When she had seen the ad in the Cortex for it, she had gone on a whim to see the inside of a mansion that she knew she would never be able to afford. But the man selling had needed the money quick and had said he would accept any reasonable request.
Apparently hers had been the first reasonable one and she had gotten the house--mansion?-- for far less than it was actually worth. Chandra was pretty sure that it had something to do with the fact that she had thrown in free translation for life with her offer, something which the gentleman took advantage of on a near monthly basis.
He would drop by for a cup of tea, spend several hours in wonderful conversation with her, ask her to work on a "small project" for her, and promise to be back another day to pick it up.
It was always something different though, and Chandra was near certain that the man would be a writer. Why else would she have works that dealt with selling slaves for sex and other 'such works dealing with the darkest and most challenging of human conditions, the bondage of mind and spirit... A talented mind, or at least one exploring the world like herself. And forever a wonderful man to have discussions with on the world, life, and philosophy.
Yes, her apartment had been nice, but her new home was even nicer.
On her cortex linkup in the room she had made into her living room, she searched for ships that carried passengers. Ones with good records, but also a bit of adventure. One that wouldn't mind making a stop on the Capitol Planet for a bit to take her on.
Mainly though, she ignored all that and looked at the names.
And when once jumped out at her, she pulled out her cards and asked a quick question. Is this the ship for me? The first was the King of Coins, reversed, the second was the King of Wands, reversed. The third and final was the nine of wands, also reversed. Together, they spelt out a path of a need for courage, a finding of ones' self, and learning enough about herself in order to be a stronger person. In other words... "Yes, it is," she told herself.
And sent a wave to them
(OOC: Yes, I totally actually pulled those cards too)