#exposed ductwork

[shmuberry]

Concrete Exterior Richmond

Concrete Exterior RichmondIdea for a large, modern, three-story concrete house with a shed roof and a metal roof.

[bleeblu]

Underground - Transitional Basement

Basement - small transitional underground basement design with medium tone wood floors but no fireplace

[confronttheconfidencegap]

Kitchen Dining - Dining Room

Small trendy light wood floor, beige floor and exposed beam kitchen/dining room combo photo with white walls

[dewo-art]

Richmond Rooftop

Mid-sized modern rooftop deck design idea with an addition to the roof.

[chaxnelles]

Raleigh Kitchen Inspiration for a sizable open-concept industrial kitchen renovation with a beige floor, flat-panel cabinets, and dark wood cabinets, granite countertops, and two islands.

[loveslargebananas]

Walk Out Basement in Houston Basement - large modern walk-out concrete floor and gray floor basement idea with white walls

[davecity]

Modern Basement - Basement An illustration of a spacious, minimalist walk-out basement with a gray floor and concrete walls.

[svarte-troner]

Boston Pantry Kitchen

Image of a medium-sized, single-wall, wood-floored kitchen pantry in an urban setting, featuring an island, stainless steel appliances, raised-panel cabinets, and beige cabinets with granite countertops.

[markwickens]

Pantry - Industrial Kitchen

Inspiration for a mid-sized industrial single-wall medium tone wood floor kitchen pantry remodel with raised-panel cabinets, beige cabinets, granite countertops and an island

[recycleanimals]

Denver Industrial Dining Room Example of a mid-sized urban ceramic tile and gray floor great room design with beige walls and no fireplace

[richtigezahnpflege]

Industrial Living Room in Denver Inspiration for a mid-sized industrial open concept medium tone wood floor and gray floor living room remodel with white walls, no fireplace and a wall-mounted tv

[wednesdaydreams]

Great Room - Kitchen

[plantanarchy]

i'm trying to make lists of all the small projects left unfinished in my house and frankly none of it is big stuff (except the kitchen) but it's all just. compounding small things that i don't have the tools or knowledge to do.

[matineemonsters]

i love being somewhere downtown at night and seeing how many floors of large office buildings are just dedicated to infrastructure

[hometoursandotherstuff]

It's cute, needs lots of work, and doesn't look like it's in the best neighborhood, but it's a 1900 cottage in San Francisco, CA, so it's way overpriced. 2bds, 1ba, 740 sq ft, $699k.

This would be the main room. I'm assuming that several of the doors are closets and there's a fireplace, some ceiling beams w/exposed ductwork.

Small built-in dining counter.

Kitchen's not terribly small, but a bit disjointed. I think it needs a total remodel.

Directly off the kitchen, there's a decent bedroom with a wood feature wall and double closet.

Modern bath remodel, but it looks like a DIY.

Bedroom #2 is very nice- vaulted ceiling, beautiful window and walls.

A fireplace, too.

Plus a loft. I see that the ladder folds, when it's not in use.

This is cute. Talking about bringing the outdoors in.

Look at the vines on the ceiling.

Architectural salvage is not only interesting, but ecologically friendly.

Looks like a tiny private deck back here.

So, there's plenty of parking, patio area, and a cute little porch.

I would paint this nice fence black and put pretty plants in the planter. It's adorable, but the price is outrageous. 0.06 acre lot.

https://www.513athens.com/

[contentment-of-cats]

The Intimacy of Debility

Though Thrawn is nearing sixty Coruscant-standard years, he has never really thought about age. His body and mind are sound, both work without intervention, and he goes about his life much as he did in his twenties. Yes, he has taken wounds, been ill, but recovered. It's something of a grim joke that had he returned to Coruscant for that long, long talk that he would likely be the terminal opposite of alive.

Or worse.

As he lies in the medical bed, he catalogs his progress from 'let me die from this' to 'how do I get out of here?'

The answer is Pyrondi who has sliced her bed snitch and is removing her leads. He catches her eyes through the transparisteel partition.

Take me with you, Thrawn signs to her in the gestures used by stormtroopers.

Affirm, she signs back.

He doesn't know why the medics thought that leaving 'Pyro' naked aside from a blanket would forestall an escape attempt. Her culture does not have body taboos, and she has only observed them out of politeness to the dominant gender-segregated culture. She sits up, wraps the blanket around her hips, and comes to his bedside with a datapad. He no longer asks where it came from. Pyrondi seems to have a great many stashed in surprising locations. There are times when he considers the most unlikely probability that his WSO is pulling them out of another dimension altogether.

"How?" he asks.

"I divert my telemetry to another patient's readout that's a close match."

Once she's merged the telemetry, Thrawn takes off his leads and sits up, wrapping the blanket similarly around his hips. His culture doesn't have body taboos any more than Pyrondi's, so keeping him bare as birth isn't going to work with him, either. "Have you considered the escape route?"

"The ductwork. They have lifts, ladders, and stairs just like the main corridors." The ventilation systems for an ISD have to carry a lot of air mix and maintenance routinely drives a landspeeder down the wider ones. "We'll be exposed once we leave the system just before the scrubber complex at the foot of the tower, but can pick up the main airway to bridge officers country."

She's Human-warm as she sits next to him to show the plan. It's a good plan, and they might just make it. Anything is better than staying here. Pyrondi goes in first, she's not as tight a squeeze into the capillary as he is even if he has lost muscle mass in recovery. There are a few times that he has to shed the blanket, wiggle through, and then recover himself. It's not a question of being taboo so much as it is the impropriety of a Grand Admiral being naked with a similarly naked subordinate whether or not there are 'goings on' going on.

They discuss the possibility that they may have overestimated their ability and endurance as they park briefly on a ladder.

"Almost at the scrubber complex." Pyrondi checks her datapad. "It's night phase, we have some cover."

Thrawn looks over her shoulder at the screen, and is concerned to see a slight tremor. Blinking his third eyelid into place, he can see pain response in her infrared. "Can you make it?"

"I can, sir. I just..." She swallows and looks away.

"I understand." So many of her shipkin lost. "Is there a lift to get us to our deck?"

"Yes, sir. It's a prayer bead style. You have to step in while it's moving."

He's dealing with a head injury, healing bones, torn flesh, and torsion injuries. Pyrondi has spaceburn, shrapnel wounds, and pulmonary trauma. All wounded things seek a den. He can pick her up and carry her into the lift with him if he must. She is small for a Human, a match for Eli. Surely he can still do that?

The memory burns and Thrawn mentally flinches away from it.

Not now.

Pyrondi removes the vent cover, then both of them slip out, replace it and run barefoot around the scrubber complex, looking for the tower access. For this section of their escape, she wraps the towel over one shoulder and in doing so, gives her legs less encumbrance. Thrawn emulates and both run as quickly as their conditions will allow. There are more pauses than he would wish for himself before they reach the shaft that brings the cleaned air mix to the command tower. The cover pried off and replaced, both rest inside the duct before continuing to the strange lift.

It is aptly named, with lift compartments following one another like prayer beans in the hand of a religious. One must jump in, hold on, then jump out - or gather courage at the terminus and try again.

"The key is jumping in just before the rising floor of the lift becomes level with the deck. When we arrive at our deck, we jump out and down." They have many decks to refine their exit strategy on the slow, ancient fashioned lift.

They wobble on landing, but as Thrawn reminds Pyrondi any landing you can get up and walk away from is a good one. They are on the deck for bridge officers and instead of using the main corridor, Pyrondi shimmies down three smaller ducts leading to officer's quarters and stamps open the vent cover over her bed. It's a soft landing, and Thrawn lands in a nest of blankets, bolsters, and pillows. He closes his eyes, unable to move for long moments. The bedding shifts and he hears Pyrondi closing the cover, then she sinks down next to him. When Thrawn opens his eyes, she's crumpled, eyes closed but breathing steady. In infrared, he still sees indications of pain, but fading from the cool blue of shock. Without thinking, he reaches out and strokes a cheekbone with the back of his hand.

"Pyrondi, I am not going to ask how you know the vents and ductwork so well. You are my senior weapons officer, not my senior life support systems officer."

Pyrondi's lips curve in a slow smile. "Since you will not ask, I will not tell you."

Humans.

He helps her to sit up, and then she helps him to sit up. Thrawn is reluctant to give up her company.

"I'll get you some sleep pants. Agral didn't pack everything when he went on leave."

"It's appreciated, Lieutenant. May I use your 'fresher?"

"Of course, sir."

He does and comes out smelling like Pyrondi's hair and bath products. Right now the water system is working, but not the regular cleaning spray. The blow-dry is down, so manual towels have to do. The clothes cleaner works, so the blankets and towel go in there. Agral is close to Thrawn's height, but not his mass, nonetheless the loose sleep pants are soft and comfortable. Pyrondi comes out with her long hair damp and combed, but looking exhausted.

"They'll find us sooner or later, so lets catch up on sleep." Thrawn yearns for that soft nest of a bed. "You'll behave, sir. I know."

A little of that impish humor comes through. Thrawn, however is not too sure. Pyrondi is Interesting, and his attraction comes from that. He moves to Pyrondi can arrange the bed to her liking.

"They will find us, but I am concerned for you. Your reputation."

To his surprise, she pats his cheek. "Compared to what they usually have to say about me, it would likely be pretty mild. Come on, sir. Hop in."

He doesn't hop, but slides in and sinks into the bed. Humans want softness and dark for their eight hours of sleep, while Chiss brains sleep alternating hemispheres. When healthy, that is, and he is manifestly not. Pyrondi folds half of quilt over him. He can't say why he thinks of Rentor, just from being folded into a quilt and Pyrondi folding herself into one similarly. Bed sharing, but chaste in message. The bed has a warmer underneath, and is so soft that his wounds don't hurt from pressure. Pyrondi lies down, the quilt up to her chin. He's warm, and comfortable, and safe-

No other thoughts cross his mind for some time.

~

He has no idea how she does it. Only a crazy person or engineer (same difference) would crawl into the ductwork, but here he is. Commodore Marinith, standing in Pyrondi's sitting room, looking in the doorway at a sleeping, still badly injured weapons officer. And behind her, a blue arm looped over her waist, spooned around her is his next nightmare. Thrawn, who has been two breaths from death for weeks, spooned around Pyrondi and out like a light. Well, honestly, throwing Marinith into bed with a pretty lady would make him want to live, too.

He leaves them be, lets the medics know where they are and to keep them on the ding and dent list. It's going to be a long ride home. They'll need their rest.