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exsiliumlogs2013-07-05 07:54 pm
interspace) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-07-05 07:54 pm
yeah, this is what nature planned. [ closed ]
Date & time: July 1st, a short time after Misha's network post.
Location: Apartment 1008.
Characters: Claudia Donovan, Cross Marian, Misha Hunt.
Summary: Facetwins meet face-to-face with another roommate onlooker. Redheads unite and the world trembles.
Warnings: N/A.
Misha was very wet by now. Very wet and relieved to have located her current housing situation. The height of the floor was total bullshit, and she was determined to fly up from now on but at least she had a general idea for the layout of hallways, having peeked into every floor on her way up the stairs.
Actually, she was wet and exhausted. The Initiative had managed to nab her while she was inside the interspace, which meant she had just put herself there. It was a terribly tiring thing to do, eject oneself from reality, and she couldn't wait to find a bed and let herself rest for a while before digging into all of the information now at her fingertips. This whole war that had been dropped on her lap needed to be finished yesterday.
Key into lock, handle turned and door pushed open, Misha made her way inside. As she dropped her backpack to the ground next to the doorway and began shrugging off her jacket, she called out, "Hello, new roommates! Do I have roommates? Did I get lucky and end up with an empty room?"
While the visor attached to her headphones slid up to rest atop her head and provide a clearer view beyond the still-damp plastic, she heard the tones of the AI inside chip in. Do I not count anymore?
Next came her shoes. If she was supposed to live here, Misha was darn well going to get comfortable first. "You don't take up space, so no. You don't count."
Location: Apartment 1008.
Characters: Claudia Donovan, Cross Marian, Misha Hunt.
Summary: Facetwins meet face-to-face with another roommate onlooker. Redheads unite and the world trembles.
Warnings: N/A.
Misha was very wet by now. Very wet and relieved to have located her current housing situation. The height of the floor was total bullshit, and she was determined to fly up from now on but at least she had a general idea for the layout of hallways, having peeked into every floor on her way up the stairs.
Actually, she was wet and exhausted. The Initiative had managed to nab her while she was inside the interspace, which meant she had just put herself there. It was a terribly tiring thing to do, eject oneself from reality, and she couldn't wait to find a bed and let herself rest for a while before digging into all of the information now at her fingertips. This whole war that had been dropped on her lap needed to be finished yesterday.
Key into lock, handle turned and door pushed open, Misha made her way inside. As she dropped her backpack to the ground next to the doorway and began shrugging off her jacket, she called out, "Hello, new roommates! Do I have roommates? Did I get lucky and end up with an empty room?"
While the visor attached to her headphones slid up to rest atop her head and provide a clearer view beyond the still-damp plastic, she heard the tones of the AI inside chip in. Do I not count anymore?
Next came her shoes. If she was supposed to live here, Misha was darn well going to get comfortable first. "You don't take up space, so no. You don't count."
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What does he bite with?
"That wasn't proper grammar," Misha muttered while Claudia grilled Cross. It wasn't like they could hear ALFRED's question, anyway. Instead of entering into the discussion (no need to ask more Claudia had, since if Cross answered, Misha would hear everything anyway), she moved to the counter to inspect the wine bottles. "Thought you'd get a housewarming gift? How sweet of you."
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"He is very much alive. Sometimes I have him hold important items for me that I need to transport, or have him record a moment for me that I need to review later on." This is not exactly 100% true, yet not 100% false — Timcanpy does record moments for him, but Timcanpy records everything 24/7. They would find that out at some point, though.
"If you ever need to find me, he can almost always find me, no matter where I am." He turns as Misha reviews the wine bottles. "And I did — no matter the situation, wine should always be enjoyed."
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"He's alive but he can record stuff? How does he do that?"
She glances over at Misha and Cross and the wine bottles. She's not technically old enough to drink, at least not back home, but they don't need to know that right?
"And were you planning on enjoying that housewarming gift by yourself or were you gonna share?"
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Misha sure wasn't going to call the question out. Ignoring how strange it was to have a face twin who wasn't another version of Misha Louise Hunt, this was her face-twin, and Misha was 22. Claudia had to be around the same age, right? Right. Moving to the drawers, she began to look for something she could use to open the bottles. It looked like the place was furnished with everything else, thus there had to be something usable to be found.
With a glance over her shoulder, Misha asked, "If we need to find you, how do we find him?"
you guys must sense when i'm away from the computer and double team me skdjfg
Timcanpy moves away from one redhead to another as he now circles Misha, while Cross answers her question. "He can hold quite a bit — his shape does not define what he stores. And you can always call Allen Walker if Timcanpy is not around — he is the one other person Timcanpy will be around most frequently."
magic twin powers O.O
She hops up to sit on the counter, pulling open the cabinet by her head and removing three wine glasses. "You know a girl could get used to being called lovely all the time." She winks at Cross.
Powers of two vs one!
She moved to face both of them equally once the cork was removed safely, placing her hip against the counter. "So, Claudia," she said. "How long have you been here? Any pearls of wisdom for us utter newbies?"
SEE IT HAPPENED AGAIN /frysquint
He'll raise his eyebrow at Claudia, but not say anything. If she's been here longer than Misha and himself, he would certainly like to hear her thoughts on the place and how she thinks their new "employer" is doing.
/cowers sorry I vanished for a while!
She set the glasses on the counter next to her, looking back and forth between her new roomies, "This place may seem pretty cool sometimes but they always find ways to remind us we're in this war, you know? Like we get sent on missions or whatever to different worlds and times. The UE are pretty tricky, too. Last month they made a lot of us sick with some deadly virus and then bombed the crap out of the city to 'quarantine' it."
She shrugged, looking down at her fingernails, "There are some pretty cool people here, but there are some weirdos, too." She snorted, smirking as her eyes flicked up to look at Misha, "Before you guys I was living with two aliens."
and then I was at work, so no twin super-tagging.
"Now, now, Claudia," Misha said with a teasing finger waggle, "the PC term is foreigner. We're all strange people in a strange land here in Exsilium." It was the best response she could give to the information. Not entirely new, no, but it still sucked to hear about and there wasn't much she could do with it in her immediate future.