"Where was she last seen?" A blue Cadillac asked a lighter blue Faultless as they boarded a jet.
"Seems as last word we've heard they've moved her to the oil rig. That's all we have so far. Sid has the coordinates for which one."
"Perfect. Just what I love, more action there." The Cadillac sighed. "I thought they'd get bored at some point." The jet, Siddeley, took off from the agency.
"You rotten cars! You never know who you're dealing with." A purple Jaguar fumed as she was towed through a clearing into a small room off to the side. Dimly lit, a lemon unhooked her and forced her over a lift so she couldn't squirm.
"Good luck having them find us." The lemon snickered and turned to leave, closing the door behind him.
There was someone else also occuping the holding room she was in as well. She wasnt no car nor plane, something entirely different. Which would make sense that the lemons would possess something or someone like her.
Being huddled up in the furthest corner of her own cell in a ball, staying far away from the outer edge as she could. She had some sturdy room tied around her ankle that was connected to a metal loop on the wall to prevent her from escaping. She flinched when the lemons came in and didnt move a muscle when they even left, staying silent.
@ask-cooper-carr
The bed for the house was the main focus, she gotten two instead of one for the master bedroom and also the guest room, and had then sent to her house. Then it was onto the furniture shopping for around the house, which insisted of a kitchen table, a coffee table, some nightstands, tv, fridge, kitchenware, and she gotten a desk for her room to do her writing or any other projects.
And now she was helping with getting it all unloading off a truck and into her house to house to set up.
“Things are starting to look like home.” Cooper said and took a mental note on everything that came in. He did what he could to help but mostly stayed out of the forklifts way as they brought furniture in. “It looks like we’ve gotten the majority of what’s needed so far.”
“Yeah, the majority of the more important things. The rest of what to get is really just knick knacks and decor.” Ripley spoke to him while hauling in the smaller boxes into her home.
Max made sure to keep out of the way but watch it all go down. Cooper helped guide some furniture in place, the coffee table and fridge. “I’ll perhaps call someone to help install some things, like the fridge or, whatever else you may need.”
“I think that should do it.” One of the forklifts said. “It’s all in.”
“Yeah, we could do that. Have some of the hard parts dealt with.” She agreed with him, then turned her gaze too the forklift.
“Thank you guys.” She smiled, and remembers something to show Cooper.
“Cooper, remember several days ago we spoke about a ways travel for me to get around? Well I have been working on some blueprints on that bicycle with the basket on the back.” Ripley smiled.
“Yeah? Is it something you would be able to build?” He asked. “Or does it need a professional?”
“I’ve never done it before. Humans had facilities where bikes were manufactured. They’re not easy to build.”
“Well, if you can explain it to me later, we could possibly find someone who would be willing to help in building one.” He suggested. “As for the house, I’m sure there’s still things to get but for now, how are you feeling with it? Is it coming together?”
“Alright.” She nodded and stood in the middle of the livingroom, hands on her hips as she looked around.
“So far, I’m liking it. I’m not going to bother painting anything since I like the colors. White and biege seem to fit the feel for the house.
I’m not one for crazy colors either.“ He said. “Neutral colors are sometimes harder to keep clean, but it also just, brightens and widens the room more.” He paused for a moment. “Well, if we’ve got necessary items now, how about we all spend the first night here? Could help in finding your routine, or if there’s anything forgotten.”
She looked at him and smiled to the idea. "Oh yeah, I’d love that. We could have a nice dinner later tonight to add to it.”
"Oh of course. A celebration dinner if you will." He smiled. "You're deserving of it."
Max rolled into the room at the sound of their talking. "Did I hear sleepover night?" He asked.