There’s no place like Home
@wiccanwonder
Cicero had been wandering around for a long time. In fact, he had actually lost track of the days now. With no need to eat or sleep, they just seemed to run together at this point. Didn’t matter whether it was day, night, pouring rain, or bright sunshine he just couldn’t find the interest to stop. Though he had not met many people in his travels, he did happen to collect lots of things he deemed interesting.
After a while however, Cicero didn’t remember if he had seen this place before. This scenery, the hardware in his mind raced for answers, any trace of something familiar. Though the search turned up negative. It seems he had wandered near Salem. He was warned not to linger there, but now as he stared at a rather dark looking house, he smiled widely. There was bound to be something interesting in there.
He approached slowly, the outside didn’t look too bad. Perhaps someone lived here. Perhaps he would make a new friend today. Cautiously, he reached out and twisted the doorknob to find it unlocked. The man grinned with glee as he entered the abode, immediately stricken silent by what he saw. What marvelous insides this abode had. It smelled nice, kinda like mixtures out outside and sweet food.
Stepping in further and closing the door behind him, the synthetic made his way to the left and into a room littered with books, plants, candles and bottles. He smiled in delight, there was much to look at here. He was sure he’d find something good. As he stepped further, he bumped his head on a plant with a tiny ‘ouch’. Though he felt no pain. Smiling, he picked up a book by a cover, effectively spilling out loose pages. “Hu. Neat.” He mused setting the book down and wandering towards a table where he picked up a weird plant and held it close to his nose and smelling it before putting it in his mouth. His face skewed with unpleasantness before he set it back down were it was. Eventually, he made his was to some sort of cabinet with bottles. Touching everything, he read the labels and started opening the corks on the bottles. Smelling and feeling and occasionally tasting the items within. Cataloging their names and what they were like. He was so preoccupied, he didn’t even notice another presence closing in.