OOM: New York City, centre of the universe.

[bohemian_mark]

The door from Milliways opens on a back alley off of Avenue C. Not the best place to be in New York City, but it could be one hell of a lot worse.

Mark leads Jack through the alley, and through a bit of the chaos of Alphabet City to stand in front of a building on the corner of eleventh and Avenue B. "Welcome to the Building, Jack." He's grinning.

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[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

New York certainly got busier. He could see that. The cars were smaller, sleeker, and many--the noises, simply many. And louder. He followed Mark to the building, staring up to take a look at the exterior of his new home. "How'd you ever get a place like this, anyway?"

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

"That's a long story." Mark points to the top floor. "I've lived up there for, somewhere close to four years now. Most of that, actually was as a squatter. I lived there as the roommate of the former owner of the building, And, well, he just became a bastard, trying to evict us after he told my roommate and I we had to pay a year's rent or be evicted. One thing led to another, and he just became an asshole. Then, well, his wife made him put the building up for sale. Another thing led to another thing, my film took off, and I bought the building." He grins. "I'm rather fond of the place, as dumpy as it has a tendancy of being."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

He chuckles. "That's karma for you, I guess." Beat. "Dumpy how?"

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

"It's not the best area of the city." He waves a hand around idly. "Mainly homeless and squatters, and the buildings that people keep for almost povertyline housing, or just a tax shelter." He points to a vacant lot next to the building, which houses an tent city for the homeless. "Technically that's mine, too. But I just let the homeless live there. No reason to evict them." He smiles, then rummages in his pockets. "Here's a key to the front door. We usually lock it around seven or so, but obviously, you live here, so come and go however the hell late you want."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"Hmm." He frowns. Vaguely. "And the door to Milliways is...back there in the alley?"

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

"I'll grab you a map when we get upstairs. It's not really that hard to find your way around. The door we came through, as far as I know is a fairly solid door to the bar. I've never found it to be otherwise." Mark opens the front door to the building, and ushers Jack to the fifth floor. "There's five apartments here, and as far as I know they're all empty right now. The next floor up are four more, but they're, well, let's just say they're sorta occupied. Adam, the guy who runs most everything, lives up there, as well as Mimi sometimes, and Maureen sometimes. You'll meet everyone eventually." He grins, and waves idly at the apartments. "Pick whichever you'd like. I think all the keys are on the inside of the doors right now, and they've all got furniture. If there's something you'd like that's not in there, just let me know, I can either get it or find one."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

He nods, his frown disappearing. Regardless the neighborhood it seems like he's gotten a good deal. It's almost like living in the bar: except he has more variety in the foods he eats. Which is a good and a bad thing. "We can have pets in here, right?"

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark laughs. "Doesn't matter to me. Have whatever you want. It's your apartment now, Jack. Paint it, wallpaper it, put carpet in, for all I care." He grins. "Make yourself at home."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"Great. Well...guess, if I need anything I'll call you."

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark grins. "Sounds good. I'm on the top floor, with my roommate Roger, his girlfriend Mimi, and my girlfriend Maureen. Come up anytime. Welcome to New York in 1999, Jack."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"Thanks for bringing me," Jack replies, grinning, and turns to begin his search for an apartment (http://jackdriscoll.livejournal.com/10139.html).