(2015-11-05) Men Trouble
Men Trouble
Summary: Soph tells Piper about her issue with Bob
Date: 11.4.2015
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pied-piper..sophia..

SGA Club House

This large building dominates the center of the complex. It serves several purposes. First and for most it is a gathering spot where the apartment residents can socialize and gather for various reasons. There is a large sitting area, with sofas and chairs surrounding a large marble coffee table. They all sit within a comfortable distance of a large fireplace which has a large flatscreen TV hanging above it. Adjacent to that is a small kitchette area, separated by a marble topped bar with barstools sitting in front of it.

On the other side of the large gathering area is a small office area, accessed by a windowed door where the manager and apartment staff did there business for the day. There is also another windowed door that leads to a small fitness room with the usual workout machines as well as some nautilus machines and free weights.


The late afternoon finds Piper returning from her day of scavenging. After a bit of a struggle with the door, she drags her wagon into the clubhouse, since that is where all items are to be dropped off. One of the wheels is starting to get squeaky and the noise announces her arrival if the struggle with the door didn't.

Sophia's only left the club house to sleep and eat. And she's still trying to figure out a way of just sleeping here. Seems to make more sense than a guard outside. The woman looks up fro where she's folding a few pieces of clothing that have been brought in. "Need some help, Piper?" The t-shirt iOS set down and Soph starts walking towards her. "Looks like you have a decent day."

A brief smile is given to the bartender as well as a nod. Piper only knows this is where things are to be brought. She has never really paid attention so far as to where they go, but this is only the second day of the new way of doing things. As for a decent haul she gives a hand wobble and gestures to what is mostly clothes, can't eat those.

Sophia seems chipper enough, she just grins, "Hey…clothes are important too. Good for trade and we can make things from the excess." The wagon's content is glanced over and she'll grab anything that looks like it's unstable. "Just pull it over to the counter…I can separate and figure out what goes where." She then laughs, "How many fur coats did people have?"

Piper hmms at the comment and then makes a gesture like she is sewing, points to herself and shakes her head. She can't sew, someone else can make stuff with it. Another nod is given and she pulls the squeaky wheeled wagon to where indicated. A shrug is given to the question, but her expression suggests she finds them distasteful.

Sophia nods, "Someone will, I'm sure. Or the Reyes' might." chuckles as she starts setting things in their piles, "We should have found some rich oil tycoon's place…." They are tin TX, right? Don't they all live in TX? "I bet the closets would be lines with fur coats." She doesn't dislike them, just once you have one, what do you need more for?

The woman lets Soph handle the sorting, the only thing Piper claims is the two boxes of baby cereal. It's not like anyone else needs the stuff. "Yes." she says spontaneously, most likely to the oil tycoon part since she is shrugging at the rest of it. There is a brief indecisive moment when she has her hand on one of the jars of peanut butter, but she ultimately sets it in with the community stuff.

Sophia makes a soft happy noise when she sees the peanut butter. She's not had any in a long time. Either they're not found any, or someone was hoarding it. "Now all we need is a way to make bread…or find some crackers." Bread would be preferable…they have jelly.

Hoarding, its definitely the hoarding one, at least on Piper's part. It's only recently that she is letting any extra jars she finds go toward the community. Sophia's reaction to the jars has her smiling "Biscuits." its a type of bread, and someone, Bea probably, baked some a couple of days ago. Who knew that grills could be used like an oven…if one is careful at least.

Sophia sighs, she missed that apparently. "We need to be able to make them regularly… A fire oven would be idea." Not that she knows how to made such things. The jar is put into a shelf with the rest of their small supply of food, "We need people to start hunting again…" And gathering. Soph then smiles, realizing she's complaining. "Weather's much better down here though. I like that."

There is a nod. Oven building isn't in her skill set either…she isn't even sure what skill set would be. With Sophia putting the few food items away she tackles the clothes, the first item the overalls, which she holds up with a perplexed expression, they are up there with the fur coats…who wears them…and why did she grab them…maybe she thought they were jeans with the first saw them. She nods to both the hunting and the weather most likely. She should start doing that again, hunting.

Sophia glances over and gives a small chuckle at the over alls. "That'll be good for when we can plant." If they can plant. It really all depends on how hidden they need to stay she guesses. all up to Bob. The smile fades some as she thinks about the man, and how frustrating he can be. Men.

Piper hadn't thought about that. She supposes if some are going to be farmers, they can at least look the part…as long as she isn't the one wearing them. She folds them up and moves to put them away. "Ok?" she asks when the usual cheerful smile seems to dim.

And it's back, although there's a hint of forced to it. "Si…I am just…not used to being so…." her lower lip is bitten, "I do not like to be told where to sleep and where to go. Freedom is important, along with safety." She shrugs, "I am ok though. Nothing lunch will not fix."

That's something Piper can relate to. She's pretty much gotten that ever since it was discovered she was pregnant. Don't go there. Don't lift that. Don't shoot that woman. Etc. Well she nods in understanding about it all, she's been there. "Who?" there is a pause "Why? she knows why she was treated that way, but doesn't understand why Sophia is.

Sophia rolls her eyes, "Bob. He is a stubborn, foolish man at times." Her dark locks sway as she shakes her head, "He would have us all at the windows, doing nothing else but guard. What is the point of being alive if we cannot live?" She sighs again, closing her eyes briefly, "He is a good man, he is just trying to control things that cannot be." Like Sophia.

She wants to say aren't they all but all she gets out is an ar and then she just throws out another "Yes." of agreement. That's all she can do, not being verbose enough to offer any words of wisdom or advice. Instead seeing the woman is frustrated changes the topic as she folds the remaining clothes. Of course the rest of the chat will have to wait as Bea wanders in the with wailing Quinn in her arms "There you are Piper. Lunch time for your little man here, I think." Piper looks from Soph to Bea and her son and back. Soph is given a reassuring pat on the arm and then she goes to deal with baby issues.

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