//OOC

Gamelia was used to odd looks in her direction. It didn't bother her like it used to. She looked like candy, and, well, was partially made of it. While she acclimated to the Typhoon and its unique citizens, they were becoming acclimated to her as well.

Shortly after being welcomed into the rowdy band of pirates, she had been led to the tavern and shown to the lodging area. A temporary space until she went and found a home she liked on Barracuda bay. Which, by the way, was today.

Peeling herself from the mattress - literally - and stretching herself out, the candied dragon peered out the closest window. The sun was beginning to crawl its way up the sky. Goodness, she was up early! Who could blame her? Excitement was fluttering in her chest. She simply couldn't wait to pick a home for herself.

While the residue she left on the bedsheets seemed to be evaporating without a trace, Gamelia was hurrying down the stairs and heading out to the bay (with some help and directions).

By the time she had found an empty one she liked, the time was nearing noon.

Right where grass met sand, a sizeable building stood warmly and welcoming, as if beckoning her inside. Outwardly, it wasn't much different from any other hut. It was the inside that counted. She had already explored every room. The foyer doubled as the living room, which was empty save for an aged, comfortable-looking couch and a colorful, rectangular rug.

The open space led to the kitchen, the two rooms only separated by a long counter that wrapped around the corner to the hallway. It had all the appliances she could need, from microwave to fridge. The cabinets and pantry, however, were empty.

A short hallway ended with two doors; one leading to a bathroom, the other a bedroom with a closet. The bedroom had a single twin mattress void of sheets or pillows. However, it had a dresser, as well as a nightstand, complete with a lamp and clock. The bathroom, as one would expect, contained everything, minus the toiletries.

Anyone passing by the newly-claimed home might occasionally see her walking in and out of the front door. She had borrowed cleaning supplies from a neighbor, which she was using almost every bit of.

//i sketched the layout of her house the way i imagined it, not as big as it looks tho i promise

Popping her head back outside just in time to hear her first visitors, Gamelia closed the door behind her as she went down the steps. The smell of bleach and cleaner fluid was starting to give her a headache. The first to show was a particularly colorful dinosaur she hadn't met yet, offering his services.

Pleased by his generosity, she smiled. "That's very kind of you! Thank you!" she rumbled joyfully. "I don't believe I've seen you around before! My name is Gamelia, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Then, turning to her little collection of supplies, she began to rummage through them as Michael joined the two.

She paused to look at him, chuckling at the suggestion. "Thank you. I'm quite proud of this little find, if I do say so myself. I'm surprised it hadn't been claimed yet." She picked up a feather duster, offering it to the bright green dinosaur. "As for a party, I'm not so sure about that, but we'll see. I may have to gather more furniture and make this little place more homely first."

To her pleasant surprise, Diya was next to show. Gamelia seemed to be seeing her everywhere as of late. Certainly not a bad thing- she wouldn't mind getting to know her better. The snowy feline seemed quite nice. With a swish of her candy-striped tail, Gamelia smiled again. "That's good to hear! Thank you! Would you like to come take a look? Mind the cleaner smell." Turning, she pushed her way inside. There were a few damp spots on the wooden floor, remnants of when she washed it a little while ago. Dust was rampant, but she would triumph. The house would become clean no matter what.