From the stairs, a rapid tapping rang through the house's cavernous rooms.  Black ruffled skirts pooled around the quick legs and a gloved hand grasped at the smooth railing.  "Pip! It's all still here! Her library, her clothes, the dishes, everything is just where it was when I saw her last."  Rather than being creeped-out or even saddened by the familiarity of her great-grandmother's undisturbed surroundings, Lucy seemed relatively giddy.  Which, for Lucy, was disturbing in itself.<br/><br/>"The table was even set for tea when I came in." She sighed.  "Kind of like she was expecting me to come, you know?"  She looked at the boxes and luggage around the door and cleared her throat.  "Uh, sorry.  I'll quit babbling and  help you with that stuff." She picked up a box near her and turned toward the stairs.  "I kind of called dibs on a room, but there's like three more to choose from."<br/><br/>The whole ordeal had been only mildly stressful, as Great Grandmother Isadora always seemed to have her papers in order.  She used to say that "a woman worth anything her her paperwork and pettagree in line."  The thought had never really clicked with Lucy until her death, but now that she stood in a house devoid of human life and filled with inanimate personality and charm, the sentiment beecame clear.  Typically she wouldn't dare consider living in a place with this much oppulance, but there were several reasons she could find to call the place home.  The first being that she had inherited it rather than bought anything but what she'd brought with her.  The second, that as long as she appreciated it (which she did) and didn't take it for granted, having these nice things wasn't anything to be ashamed of.  And the third was a vague and complicated rational concerning her grandmother working hard to remain independant and not crushing the spirit of her triumph... or something like that.<br/><br/>She reached the top of the stairs and stood with her friend in a long hallway with two doors on one side and three on the other.  There was a large full-body mirror at the end of the hall that gave the whole space a never-ending quality.  The place was dark, but one could still make out the small, narrow plaquard hanging on the middle door on the side of three.  It read "Salon de Toilette"  The only other fixtures of the hall were an in-table with faux flowers in a vase, a portrait of Lucy's great-great grandfather and a family protrait of Great Grandma Isadora, her husband, her grandfather Howard and his two sisters whom she'd never met.  Apparently one had passed away as a very young child and the other drown at the age of 15 or so.<br/><br/>Lucy pointed with a free hand to the first door on the side of two.  "That was the room I picked." She gestured to the sign on the door.  "That's the bathroom, of course, and so the rest are what you have to pick from.  They're all really nice, but the one on the end there has a fireplace. It was my great-grandmothers... final resting place though.  I don't know if that should bother you, but it's probably the most comfertable."