Far From Home pt. III"Mom was proud of me, but I told her not to be. Nothing that happened there was of any importance, the story probably wouldn't even leave the room I suppose I just proved myself wrong?" VMS hadn't thought about that day in years and the feelings this particular memory returned to her were a bittersweet mix. She was thoroughly nostalgic at this point and couldn't help but feel a yearning for those simpler days, but took care to not forget the worse parts or tell herself it was better than it actually was.
Whistler nodded, "that was such an interesting story, VMS-san! I haven't met many OS-tans of your " she seemed to be going for the word 'age', but stopped herself, "experience before. If you don't mind me asking, whatever became of them -- the friends and family you had at DEC?"
Snapped from her contemplation, VMS looked up from her now-empty cup. "We went our separate ways after the breakup in 1998, most of them retired to cozy hobbyist communities to live out their l
Far From Home pt. IIWhistler lay on the smooth wooden deck of the small yacht, her head stuck down the hatch watching VMS as she stacked boxes. Whistler's incessant stare irritated VMS slightly, but she said nothing to the girl she was merely curious toward her strange living arrangements.
"Do you really have everything on board?" Whistler asked sheepishly, apparently disbelieving that VMS could actually live on a boat, "Kitchen? Bathroom? Bed?"
"Yes, everything." VMS replied, setting the last box on the sink in the tiny galley before turning to ascend the ladder. "Sorry about the hold up," she added, "we'll be going right now."
Snowflakes were starting to fall heavily from the night sky as VMS and Whistler set off from the marina; the plows hadn't been deployed yet, so all the streets were covered with a perfect, unbroken blanket of softly sparkling white. VMS took the time to admire the beauty around her; the way the city lights illuminated the low cloud cover giving an surrealistically dusk-like