"We have to walk manually," Sulu replied, leading Ianto through the open-plan housing unit. It was nice, Sulu could readily admit to that - the clean basic utilities went pretty well with what his mom and grandmother called "modern Japanese fusion" decorating, whatever the hell that meant. Sulu was pretty sure it just meant they went down to the old Chinatown district and picked up whatever looked neat.

"Most of the stuff we have is the supplied furniture, and stuff. My family just likes decorating, I guess, I dunno. Most of the places around here look like this, except with less of a... theme." They cut through the kitchen, which had a replicator, a stove and oven, a refrigerator - of course, it was all very sleek, with smooth lines and lots of buttons, but still. The garage door was located to the side of the replicator, though Sulu had to stop to key in a code. "The front door and this door are set to codes," he explained, "But most of the other doors slide open when you walk to them, unless you lock them. I keep trying to get a keypad on mine, but my parents have an open door policy.... You know," he grinned, "A 'keep your door open' kind of thing."