exsiliumlogs | i guess it could be worse

Date & Time: Yesterday evening-ish
Location: Room 701
Characters: Haruto, Nitoh, Oriko
Summary: Oriko comes down with a case of the annoying wizards
Warnings: Oriko + Haruto + Nitoh = everybody hit the deck. (In all seriousness, Haruto's depression, Oriko's everything, and Nitoh's mayonnaise.)

Upon hearing that his room was no longer accessible, he'd been upset. Upon finding out he'd been reassigned, and that--moreover--the room was full, now, he'd been disgruntled, though it probably couldn't be any worse than having Nitoh a semi-permanent figure in his social life at this point. So he takes his new key, and he climbs the stairs, glad that at least he's not in temporary housing any more. He knows the stories of the seventh floor, which means his step is ginger as he turns into the hallway, but he's summoned up his cool by the time he finds the door and inserts the key in the lock, since there haven't been any ghost sightings.

"Hi," he says, stepping out of his shoes and making his way inside. He hadn't exactly hurried his way to the complex this morning--he didn't think he was first.

"I brought doughnuts," he offers, in case that's a concern.

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The teakettle whistles its head off in the next room and he pops out to get it, bringing back three steaming cups. "I only have teabags, sorry. Not very fancy." He offers Oriko a cup and then hands Haruto a cup and a sugarbowl. He knows what's up.

He leans on the back of the couch with his teacup, not really having much to say about the complex situation that the two of them are talking about. He asked, sure, but that doesn't mean he really understands what the situation with the Initiative really entails, except that Haruto is really frustrated by it. "I wonder if that ship still runs..." he idly murmurs.

She thanks Nitoh clearly, politely; thinks briefly about the possibility of saucers and nicer china. What an unwelcome thought, in the middle of this conversation.

She's the first to sit, taking it for what it is. She's at ease enough by now to be off her feet in the apartment.

"Quite a lot of it was intact. It's possible. I hope we learn soon enough, though I fear they may try to withhold that sort of information." One way or another, because of all the people here, at least a few should be committed to finding answers. "Once something is before the public's eyes, it's hard to ignore. It will be hard to make this simply go away in the eyes of Transports."

Haruto moves to sit behind Nitoh's back, leaning forward to set down the teacup and the sugar bowl on the table. Four scoops of tea stirred in later, he sits back up, considering the surface for a second as he speaks. "It's not like they can pretend this never happened. There are a lot of stubborn Transports who aren't going to let them." Himself included, even if it's not like he really has a true bargaining position. He lifts his cup to his lips, and after a sip he pulls a face. Not enough sugar. He leans forward again in order to fix that oversight.

He leans his lower back on Haruto's shoulders. Well, his butt, really. At least Oriko and Haruto seem to be getting along, not that he's worried about Haruto making nice with civilians. He sips a long hot drag of tea.

"Well, I guess I don't know much about the whole thing, but if havin' a ship like that can make things a little easier for all of us, I hope it still works." He mumbles. "I mean, maybe if we got something like that on our side, we can get through this whole thing faster and get back home to deal with our own stuff."

Then Haruto leans forward and, leaning on his back, Nitoh slips ass-first into the space between the back of the couch and the back of the Haruto. "Whoa!!" he exclaims, glad he's drunk a little bit of the tea and it's not spilling all over everything as he slides.

"I know someone you should get along with very well," Oriko observes with a chuckle. "She has quite the sweet tooth, herself."

There's something about their closeness that surprises her, if only because she's newly introduced to it. She doesn't bother indicating that she has started to wonder if leaving, for her, is even an option.

"It'd be a shame if the crash grounded it permanently. Since my arrival I'd hoped to help expand the feed of information. Maybe this will do it."

When Nitoh starts to slip, Oriko reacts remotely: a tensing of muscles, a quick flex of her arm.

"Unfortunately, that happens when your furniture is alive, Mr. Nitoh." It sounds good humored enough, but exasperation is thinly-veiled somewhere in her tone. "I could offer you my seat, if you'd like."

Haruto squawks as Nitoh's weight slides back against him, and twists his head to give Nitoh a look he's fairly sure he can't even see from his position. "Nitoh," he says, voice long-suffering, before clearly seeming to give up, and he turns his eyes toward Oriko. "Mana burns energy," he says, as an explanation no one asked for. "Sugar's the fastest way to refill."

His eyes flicker down and back at Nitoh's hope, and Oriko's echo. "Going home to deal with things would be nice," he agrees, shifting his eyes toward his cup, "even if it's just--an option, for people. The faster this war is settled, the better." Really, he doesn't even care who wins, or whether anyone does. It might matter to people who found home a dangerous or unpleasant place to be, and he would defend civilians as best he could, but he didn't owe the Initiative--or its secrecy--any favors.

"You gonna slide off there, or you going to keep crushing me, Nitoh? All this easy living's fattened you up." This is a dirty lie, but he's smirking anyway.

Nitoh flails off to the side, otherwise unable to rise over his own center of balance. He manages to get off without too much trouble, though. And without spilling his tea too much. He sucks the side of his hand, which is slightly scalded. "Yeah, it wouldn't be a bad idea to go home," he muses. Back to the old grind of phantoms, but at least he'd feel like he was doing something.

Then Haruto's snarky comment makes it to him and he scowls. "Hey, I'm as fit as I've ever been, you're just jealous!" He pats his stomach. "C'mon this is tight as anything. I'm not the one who eats nothing but donuts!"

"Is that it? I suppose, scientifically, that would be sensible."

She'll have to make sure Kirika never gets wind of that: She eats enough sugar as is already. Better than burning through soul.

"Surely having access to the training facilities is enough to work off a few donuts, don't you think? I'll ask you for advice now that I'm not a active as I once was."

In exchange, perhaps, for keeping things in order beyond these antics. A compulsion to keep the furniture safe is short-lived in her. It's not Father's.

"I'd like to know how that works for a real magician."

"Ow--owowow, Nitoh--" Haruto hisses and grumbles until Nitoh's weight is off, and wiggles away from him for good measure, sipping at his tea so the part threatening to slip over any time he so much as moved was gone. There, that was better.

"Training dummies only give so much satisfaction," Haruto says, "but I'm sure we can think of some exercise." It wasn't that long ago that he was training every day, for less violent pursuits. "Or you could let Nitoh take you on a hike. I hear he's good at those," he adds, more lightly.

He purses his lips indignantly at the grumbles, and then swoops around to sit cross-legged on the floor with his tea in hand. "Yeah! Come on a hike with me! I guess the nature is kind of dangerous and full of... radiation... I figured out. But I bet we could do some urban hiking. I'm better at that anyway."

Edited 2013-06-07 07:15 (UTC)

"Urban hiking, is it? I'm not familiar at all, but I suppose it couldn't hurt."

The magical girl inclination to stand on rooftops in the middle of the night notwithstanding; she doubts that has anything to do with hiking of any sort at all.

But it would be nice to get to know the city with at least some of the same caring and understanding she had for her hometown. She sips at her tea, eyebrows lifting in curiosity (and a bit of good-natured needling).

"Would you recommend it, Mr. Souma? Or since you're rivals, does that mean I will one day have to take sides?"

i guess it could be worse

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give it a week guys you won't be thinking about space ships any more

but will u still be thinking about nitoh's butt? (we all know the answer)

who deleted the notif for this was it me (spoilers: it was me)

wtg shay

paps shay

weeps openly