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[mutriarchy]

WHO: Tommy Magnus and YOU
WHERE: Trains and PRESERVE dorms
WHEN: OCTOBER 08 - OCTOBER 12th
WHAT: Tommy can't sit still or go outside and annoys everyone around him
NOTES OR WARNINGS:

all about trains
[ So, like, trains right? He's never been on a train before. Why would he when he used to be able to run almost faster than the speed of sound? It's cool, it's a great experience, he enjoys watching the scenery whoosh passed.

And now he's over it.

He can be found grabbing food from the food cart and taking pictures and video where and when appropriate. If he's sitting he's sitting and drumming both of his feet obnoxiously, if he's standing he's probably pacing. He hates this and he can't actually think straight. It was cool and then it wasn't, and when you perceive the world faster than most people around you it makes things all the slower.

He drapes himself across two seats, heels of his hands pressed into his eyes. ] This sucks.

preserve dorms

It's like they dragged me out of one cage and put me in another.

[ It's. Cold.

Volunteer work is important and all, but it's fucking frigid and Tommy's never actually had to deal with cold like this before. He blows on his hands and rubs them together lightning fast. ]

You ever see anything like this before? [ He cants his head towards the snow out the window. ]


wildcard

[ got an idea? throw it at him, get the boy. ]

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ignis

[mutriarchy]

[ Hello roommate. Enjoy a tornado of a human being sharing your personal space. Tommy - doesn't actually know how to pick up after himself, his bed is a total mess, and that's kind of just how he lives his life.

Surrounded by total and utter chaos. ]

Oh, hey roomie.

[cheffeur]

[They've not even been there a full day and somehow the entire room is a mess. Beds rumpled and covers askew, belongings left about, an empty water bottle or two-- and then his own temporary bed, with his bag tucked neatly underneath it, looking as though it's never been lived in.

There's a gnawing sort of distraction from the mess, and so after he toes his shoes off and slides them next to his bag, he's automatically going and just... starting to pick things up.]

Good afternoon. [Or-- whatever time it is. The forced sleep, waking up somewhere different, time zone changes... he has no idea what time it actually is where they're standing right now, and can't be bothered to check to see if his implant auto-updated or if he needs to figure out how to change the settings to reflect his location.]

Are these yours? [It's asked as he picks up-- something from the ground. A sock, a shirt, who knows. He doesn't care too much to examine it, only to set it where it belongs, on its owner's bed or otherwise. He'll look at it when he's folding it like the neurotic nutjob he is.]

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[ It's a shirt - one Tommy stole from Billy, or one Billy stole from Tommy. He isn't sure, he's still getting used to doing his own laundry and being a responsible adult. ]

Yeah. Sorry. I didn't realize we were bunking with anybody else.

[cheffeur]

[It's cool, it's cool, he simply nods as he tucks the sleeves in, moves to one of the open nightstands to fold it in half, then half again, before holding it out, the quirk of an amused smile playing at his lips.]

While I'm not sure how long we'll be here, perhaps it would be best not to move in entirely. For all we know, we'll fall asleep and wake up halfway across the world again: only this time, someone else might wake with your shirts.

[And isn't this familiar, picking up after the crew after a night in a motel room, shuffling the playing cards back into the box, giving chiding comments, as though it would actually change anything.]

So- who else is included with the 'we' we're bunking with?

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My twin. Billy.

[ well, at least this guy is picking up after him... it takes a moment for Tommy to clue in that he should help - royal privilege and all. ]

I'm Tommy. And you are? [ it's friendly, despite the wording. ]

[cheffeur]

Ignis Scientia. It's good to meet you.

[There's a short nod of the head as he continues moving about the room to unconsciously straighten things, clear the walkways, that sort of thing. It's such a habit.]

You and your brother are both here, though? [It's always interesting, who arrives in this world-- and whether or not their know one another, should they be from the same world.] Is that a relief or an annoyance for you?

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Relief, I guess. He's not exactly the brother I know, though. Different universes. [ Which he still doesn't fully know how to explain because the multiverse is confusing to someone who lived on a universe where it was all just smushed together into one giant planet. ] What about you?

[cheffeur]

[The multiverse sure is confusing- as much as Ignis likes to think he's intelligent and grasps concepts quickly, the idea of multiverses is just so abstract and theoretical, it's impossible to grasp what it truly means. Which is why it's something he's just started accepting. Another timeline, perhaps, or something of the sort.]

I suppose that makes things a bit awkward- being something like who you remember, but not quite entirely.

[Finally deciding that things are neat enough for the moment, he moves to sit on the edge of his own bed, head tipping slightly at the question asked.]

Me? As I've never met your brother, I suppose it's neither a relief nor an annoyance. As of yet, that is. [A bit of deliberate misunderstanding, amusement clear on his expression.]

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[ wow, you geek. tommy cracks a grin. ]

I'm the annoyance, he's the relief. Glad we could clear that up.