[Whenever Gu Yun decides to swing by the simulation room, he will find that it's already in use. Specifically, it seems like someone has cooked up an exact replica of a two story suburban home — not that he will likely recognize it as such, unless he's been to modern America lately. There's a small foyer immediately when he walks in, and Sheila is nudging a pair of shoes out of the hallway that leads further into the house.
Or, at least, she is until she notices she has company.]
Oh! Hi, uh... Yu Gun?
[A beat.]
... No, I mixed that up. Fuck.
Or, at least, she is until she notices she has company.]
Oh! Hi, uh... Yu Gun?
[A beat.]
... No, I mixed that up. Fuck.
[Yu Gun will be his new name if we end up giving this ye olde a glock. Petition for the mods to make this happen.
She's momentarily surprised by how well he seems to take the mix-up, before she just rolls with it. Goood.]
Well, I'm Sheila. This— [Gestures at the space around them.] ... Is my house. And I promise to not give you as much shit as I could if you ever screw my name.
She's momentarily surprised by how well he seems to take the mix-up, before she just rolls with it. Goood.]
Well, I'm Sheila. This— [Gestures at the space around them.] ... Is my house. And I promise to not give you as much shit as I could if you ever screw my name.


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