NOTES: Added this to the beginning of the scene where Kin and Mic fall asleep on the roof.


The following Saturday night I completed the final phase of Operation Slant Roof, the plot to infiltrate and occupy territory formerly held by The Most Certainly Democratic Republic of New Jularia. The operation name was possibly not the most inventive – her ceiling slants near the back of the room – but Mic was at voice lessons when I titled the thing, and creative names are his forte, not mine. I dragged the final piece of furniture across the hall: a hip-high bookshelf reserved exclusively for materials on genetics – cloning, human genome, and even a corner dedicated to exogenesis. I positioned the shelves to the right of the door; along with the desk on the left, it created a kid of short corridor or chute at the room's entrance.
   
Although the bed was in the same place Julie's had been, on the side of the room closest to the carport, the rest of the arrangement was satisfyingly dissimilar to the previous occupant's. Her desk had stood under the window, and she owned only two sets of shelves, compared to my three sets and a full-sized filing cabinet. This explained why I was having trouble organizing the end of the room opposite the bed. So far I couldn't find a way to fit the shelves in that did not block the closet door. I stood for a moment and scratched my chin. How badly did I need a closet anyway? I could fold my clothes and keep them in the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet – if there was space.

My deep thoughts were  interrupted by a tap on the window.

NOTES: Directly follows the previous post. Last part of this scene.

NOTES: For flow and pacing, included the revised moving day section from the boards. Then I added to the Kin-and-Julie conversation at the end, to throw in some more tension about her moving out.

As usual, lemme know if I'm being too subtle or laying it on too thick. Or if I went overboard on the actions between the dialogue. Julie just wouldn't freakin' stop moving.

Teresa: if you can give me ideas for the graffiti, I will let you walk the hamster up and down the apartment hallway.