[closed]

[strangle]

Date & Time: 4/19, day-ish
Location: Unit 401
Characters: Satero e Ankhar (strangle), Samhain (samham)
Summary: More roommate meetings!!
Warnings: Possible violence and extra screeching

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Satero hasn't seen his other roommate in days and he's not bothered by it. Quite honestly, he likes things better this way. There's no one telling him to stop screaming at the bathtub at four in the morning, or bitching at him about the holes in the wall, or asking him where all the kitchen knives went. He doesn't even have to go through the trouble of throwing a roommate's food out of the fridge to make way for more beer.

So all in all, he is fairly pleased about life. He is in a fairly good mood. And that makes him lazy.

Currently, Satero's sprawled out over the too-small couch in the living room, hanging the netbook upside down over his face as he tries to type something at the same time. His attempts are highly focused. Also highly unsuccessful.

Comments

[samham]

[ There's been a lot to take care of, finding yourself in a suddenly brand new world. Sleeping had been pretty low on his list of priorities, and even lower than that was finding his room.

But all good things (for example, not having seen that insane blond guy from the battlefield) must come to an end eventually. And eventually, Samhain finds himself at 401, staring wearily at the door. Damned if he isn't ready for a nap. He'll just grunt at whoever his roommate turns out to be, find the bed, and collapse.

He pushes his way in through the door, glances around —

—And freezes in the doorway.

PRETEND THIS WENT WITH IT

[samham]

]

WOW MAN WAY TO DROP THOSE BRACKETS ALL OVER THE PLACE WHAT A MESS

[strangle]

[ Satero goes on full alert immediately when he hears the door open, drops the netbook to the floor, and sits up to look around. Peering over the back of the couch and into the main hall and--

He squints and scowls. It's... that guy. With the hair. What was he doing here? Under normal circumstances, Satero would've assumed that anyone coming into his room would be coming to kill him, but his good mood has lessened his paranoia. He reaches a slightly more reasonable conclusion. ]

She's not here.

[samham]

[ He's all tensed up, like he expects the guy to just immediately throw himself at him and resume that fight, and when that doesn't come, it's... almost a letdown. He doesn't relax, but his eyes do widen just slightly. Obviously there's only one "she" he could be referring to, and he hadn't seen Aranya around, but maybe he'd been wrong...

Guardedly: ] Who isn't?

[strangle]

Magey bird girl. I dunno where she is. Haven't seen her around in days.

[ He turns back around and goes to pick his netbook up again, as he fully expects Samhain to leave now. ]

[samham]

[ Well, since no one would ever describe Aranya as "magey bird girl", it seems safe to assume they're talking about different shes. ]

I wasn't here for her.

[ Hesitating... awkwardly in the door... ]

...Do you live here?

[strangle]

[ Satero turns around again, this time to fix Samhain with a "are you stupid" glare. ]

Yeah, I fuckin' do. I didn't break in. I got a key.

[samham]

I wasn't accusing you of that.

[ But now that Satero mentions it... eyes narrowing. ]

Show me your key.

[strangle]

'kay.

[ Satero sets his netbook back down and starts fishing around in his pockets.

Uh.

Hmmm.

Keeps searching.... ]

Uh.... where the fuck did I put it?

[samham]

[ Waiting. Silently. ARMS FOLDED OVER HIS CHEST.

Slowly beginning to wonder if he's going to have to bodily haul this guy out... (and also wonder if he can, that guy's pretty damn solid.) ]

[strangle]

[ Satero keeps searching for a while, but still can't find it. Huh. Did he accidentally eat it? Maybe....

He turns back to Samhain and shrugs. ]

I dunno. Think I lost it.

[ No big deal. FLOPS BACK ONTO COUCH.]

[samham]

[ SCOWL... DARKENING... and he takes a step forward!! Most people take that as a silent threat, but he has the bad feeling it won't really be recognized here. ]

Are you sure you live here?

[strangle]

[ Exasperated sigh. Damn right Satero doesn't see that as a threat. ]

Yeah, I'm fuckin' sure. How the hell else did you think I got in? Door's not broken, is it?

[ Although one of the windows in Satero's room is broken. But that was from the inside, when Satero had woken up in the middle of the night certain that someone was in the room next door and therefore had to make a hasty exit. ]

[samham]

Some people always find a way.

[ He spends a good few more seconds SQUINTING SUSPICIOUSLY... before giving it up and moving into the room properly. He even closes the door behind him! ]

I live here now.

[strangle]

[ That gets Satero's attention. He sits up straight and stares at Samhain. ]

No way. Says who?

[ Satero is not pleased. ]

[samham]

[ No verbal answer, he just holds up a little silver key.

heh, look. he actually has his. ]

[strangle]

[ NO WAY. Satero eyes it suspiciously before the logical answer comes to him. He bares his teeth. ]

Is that mine?

[samham]

What? [ FOLDING HIS HAND AROUND IT, TUCKING IT BACK INTO HIS POCKET. ] No, it's mine. I just got it.

[strangle]

[ Satero starts to get up, only to get lazy halfway through and drape himself over the back of the couch instead. Which is a lot less threatening than what he'd originally been going for. ]

Why the fuck would they be yours? I'm missing mine. So. Pretty sure those are mine.

[samham]

[ wow that is. pretty lame, Satero. he's just gonna stand his ground and look totally unimpressed. ]

You're missing yours because you lost yours. These are mine.

[strangle]

[ SHAKING HIS HEAD FURIOUSLY. That's stupid, Samhain, what sort of dumb logic is that. ]

I don't lose shit, not ever. Those are mine.

[ Satero would go over there and take them back himself if he weren't so lethargic right now. So instead he just reaches a hand out towards Samhain and wiggles his fingers. Gimme. ]

[samham]

[ and Samhain just. narrows his eyes. This guy. (He still won't forget how strong he'd been, though— there's no way that lesson is fading any time soon.)

But he's definitely not handing over the keys. So instead he lifts his eyes to the other doorways. ]

Which one is your room?

[strangle]

Uh. That one.

[ Satero points to one of the rooms. He's not sure that that's actually his room. If the room looks like a tornado went through it, that's probably his.

Whatever, man, he doesn't like those rooms anyway, this couch is so much better. But... waaait a second. ]

Hey. Don't go into my fuckin' room.

[samham]

I'm not. I wouldn't want to.

[ He pauses just long enough to deliver an ew god you're so gross look before starting for the room that hadn't been pointed to. It's a two out of three chance that it's not the tornado-infested room, right? Those are decent odds. ]

[strangle]

[ Satero blinks. And finally launches himself off the couch, landing on the floor with a heavy thud, and striding towards Samhain with his fists swinging. ]

Hey! I said don't go in, fucker!

[ Yes, Samhain, that's his room too. All of the rooms are his room. Duh. ]

[samham]

[ Oh, great. He drops into a slightly more balanced and readied stance, but doesn't move. ]

Is this one your room? You didn't say that. You said the other one was.

[strangle]

No. That's my room.

[ Satero stops just a little bit away from Samhain, feet apart, ready to lunge at Samhain should he even touch that door. ]

[samham]

[ He lifts both hands in a surrender gesture, but the scowl isn't going anywhere. ]

You should have said so.

[ He starts moving, warily, toward the second room. ]

[strangle]

[ Satero growls and quickly shuffles to try and put himself between Samhain and this door, too. ]

I said, that's my fucking room!

[samham]

[ What. He jerks to a stop, shoots a glance -- and then a point -- back at the door he'd just tried. ]

You said that was your room.

[strangle]

[ Satero looks at the other door. SHRUG. ]

Yeah? So? That is my room.

[samham]

You can't have both rooms.

[ ...or is it "all three"? he's sort of afraid to ask. ]

[strangle]

[ Satero explodes again, wide-eyed, fists up, snarling. ]

It's my fucking room!

[ Look, Samhain, Satero can't count to fucking three. There's only one room, okay? And it's his. GEEZ. ]

[samham]

[ He's starting to grasp the problem here.

The problem is that Satero is fucking crazy.

He stares for a long moment, before slowly, carefully: ] You only get one room. Pick it now.

[strangle]

Wh-- [ Oh Satero sees the game you're trying to play. NICE TRY. HE'S NOT DUMB. ] No! Fuck off, I already did.

[ He fumes for a second, shifting from foot to foot, grinding his teeth together, tightening his fists. Then he freezes. And points back towards the couch. ]

That's mine too.

[samham]

[ this







is going to be a long existence.
For a second he has to wonder if it's really worth it, but... well, it'd been pretty cold outside, and the ground had looked decently hard. He'd rather sleep in here, really. So he narrows his eyes, gives one decisive shake of his head. ]

No. We share that.

[strangle]

[ Satero's eye twitches. The hand he was using to point rolls into a fist. ]

No. I got there first.