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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."

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Whoa, hey, new roommate! A new roommate who's voice sounded oddly familiar. That's cool and yet incredibly creepy. Claudia had just finished cleaning up the remnants of her previous roommates... though some of the walls still had 96 carved into them. What? She wasn't about to replace the walls themselves and she hadn't found someone to do it for her, yet. These things took time, after all. Replacing the destroyed couch was enough of an issue in and of itself.

Claudia called from her bedroom, "Hey! Yeah you've got roommates. Well... at least one roommate." She closed her laptop and moved for the living room to great her new roommate properly. Hopefully she'd actually get someone who wasn't a floaty alien thing! She didn't discriminate but, well, she'd been burned once by aliens... metaphorically speaking... and she'd rather someone terrestrial for once.

"Welcome to Casa de Claudia. Sorry but I got here first and, let's face it, how badass a name is... that?" Her voice trailed off as she saw her roommate. What the frack? "Whoa. Did I just step into the Twilight Zone or should I start wondering if I'm the good or evil twin?"

Misha allowed herself a dramatic little sigh at the return call. She wasn't alone, which was too bad, but she was never such a sore loser as to blame her unfortunate new housemate for it. Well, not until Claudia showed her face, anyway. Unable to stop her, Misha felt her shoulders tense up as the girl with the mirror for a face entered the main room. That was not good. That was hella worrying. It was...

... actually kind of cool, somewhere inside her subconscious squealed.

Straightening up from depositing her shoes, Misha tried to school her expression to something less shocked. Amused worked, or maybe it was bemused she was rocking. Either way. "I call dibs on the good twin," she replied, quips coming as automatically as her tensed stance. Superheroes got dibs on being good, right?

Claudia couldn't help but chuckle, "Yes but wouldn't the evil twin do that? Maybe I should just be so very generous and let you call yourself the good twin thereby solidifying my actually being the good twin."

Wow did that make sense to anyone outside of her own head? Good job, Claudia, way to be confusing. She rolled her eyes, sweeping a hand around in front of her in a sort of wave.

"Okay. rewind. Let's start this whole train over again before we fall into soap opera territory and lets face it no one wants that." She smiles sheepishly, "Hi, I'm Claudia. I live here and apparently I'm not the special snowflake that they told me I was in kindergarten."

Her brow furrowed. Claudia? The person she got mistaken for back in the plaza? Then... this was nothing at all like at home. (Not in the way she wanted it to be, anyway. De Nile was not just a river in Egypt.) She shook her head to clear it, then gave a grin as a peace offering.

"Misha," she said, giving a small wave. Tossing her soaked jacket on top of her backpack, she made her way further into the room. It would have been casual, except for the fact that she was looking pretty intently at Claudia there. "Well, you know, when I woke up this morning, I didn't expect this. Getting pulled out of my universe to fight a war, sure, maybe. But this?" She laughed. "Hell no."

With only a small beat between, she added, "So you're not me, and I'm not you, so we're... just lucky?"

Stepping forward, Claudia looked the other girl over. Wow it was eery as hell looking at yourself without it being yourself. And the fact that she's living with herself? Oh man if the quacks at the loony bin could see her, now.

She grinned at Misha, "Of course we are! I mean, hey, who wouldn't want to look this good?"

"I'd say you have a leg up on me there," Misha said, twisting her head to get a better look at Claudia's 'do. She was, of course, referring to the terrible scarring under the special concealer on her face, but that color was pretty rad. "Nice hair. Favorite color, or just for the hell of it?"

See? She could make the best of this. As long as Claudia was cool with it, Misha had no reason to try and pussyfoot around. Distinct lack of awkwardness all around. Excellent.

The door will open during their conversation, and another redhead will enter the apartment. Unfortunately, no, this is not another female counterpart, but a 6'4" male with fiery red hair that demands attention. He stops humming to himself as he raises an eyebrow at the sight before him. Well, isn't this an interesting turn of events.

"Ladies." He nods at each one in return. "I do hope I am not interrupting an important conversation."

Claudia tilted her head so Misha could get a better look on it, smiling modestly. Of course it ame off as more of a cocky smirk but whatevs. "Whatever suits my fancy, actually. I change it once every couple of weeks. You know, before it starts to get-."

Her voice cut off when the door opened and she turned to see... another redhead. Seriously? Wow dis this place have a sense of humor or what? "Oh it's terribly important, actually, but I suppose you can interrupt." She grinned, trying not to laugh at her own joke.

Misha tensed once again, turning toward the new voice. Her initial reaction was not nearly as forgiving as Claudia's, but she gave half of a smile anyway. If he was new, it would make sense he just got here too. Another redhead, though, that was pretty funny... except for the part where he was a foot taller than her. That was always worthy of a pout once she was feeling less trapped by the situation.

"Just long-lost multiuniversal twins meeting each other for the first time," Misha said with a vague wave of her hand. "Happens all the time. You are?"

"Oh? And here I am thinking the Initiative brought biological, identical twins to aid in their nonsense." The door is closed as he slides his coat off, the extra-long rosary around his neck bouncing and settling against his chest once more from the shifting of clothes. "Multiuniversal twins will work just as well. My name is is Cross Marian, and you lovely ladies are...?"

"Nope, sorry. She's my sister from another mister." This was turning out to be a very interesting day and she was already pretty confident that this pair would turn out to be a lot more fun than her last roommates.

Claudia grinned and waggled her fingers at Cross, "Sup. Claudia Donovan... though lovely lady works just as well," She chuckled.

"Inviting biological twins would actually be smart of them," Misha shot back with an acerbic roll of her eyes. Better not to ask her about her opinions on their actual tactics at the moment; she still believed something could be done and the Initiative's idea was solid enough, but it apparently needed a lot of work even after an entire year of running.

Rolling her wrist, Misha gave an elaborate mock bow. "You can call me Dragonfly. Or Misha, if monikers aren't up your ally. Is Cross really your name?" She knew it probably was, but poking fun at it anyway wasn't beyond her capabilities.

"Claudia and Misha — I will make sure to remember that. Although 'Dragonfly' is an interesting alternate name."

As he moves past them to place the bottles of wine he miraculously found on the counter, his long overcoat will shift, and either woman may see one or both of the revolvers strapped into around his thighs. Oh, and don't mind this baseball-sized golem appearing out of nowhere.

"And yes, that is really my name." Poking fun is always good! He pokes fun all the time, although it's not nice poking when it comes to his fellow (male) Exorcists. He sets his hand out for Timcanpy as he faces the ladies once more.

"Also, this is Timcanpy. You may see him around with my Idiot Apprentice if he is not with me." Timcanpy flutters its wings in acknowledgement and flies around both Claudia and Misha once before returning to Cross. "He doesn't bite unless you offer to feed him something."

Hokay so he's sleek, charming, armed and... wait what the hell is that thing?

Claudia's eyes widen as she watches Timcanpy fly around her. That thing is one of the coolest things she's ever seen. And considering what she's seen while working for the Warehouse that's saying a lot. She crosses towards Cross, though her eyes are all for his little friend.

"Whoa what is he? Is he alive or mechanical? If he's a gizmo what's he powered by? What can he do?" Sorry, Cross, you're all but forgotten as she tries to get a better look at Tim.

Misha kept an eye on Cross, especially as soon as the guns came into her view. With a quick flick up by her temples, the visor came down—just in time for Timcanpy to make his appearance. She tilted her head back to get a better view, although ALFRED seemed more interested than she was.

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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Timcanpy will leave Cross's hand to circle Claudia once more and then flutter in front of her, a set of (very sharp) teeth appearing out of nowhere as he smiles.

"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."

Claudia grins, leaning a little closer to look at those teeth. She realizes that most people might lean AWAY from something like that but Tim's just so COOL!

"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?"

Well, that certainly explained the question about the teeth. Dear Lord. "How much space can he hold? As much as it looks, or is he some kind of bag of holding in there?"

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?"

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"That's just how he was built. I simply look out for him for an old friend." He grins back at Claudia with a shrug, "Well, I was going to enjoy them by myself, but I cannot do so when I have two lovely ladies as my suitemates."

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."

"I guess that makes him a critter of holding, then." Claudia laughs, practically bouncing as she crosses to the kitchen towards Misha. Hey if they're not going to question her age she's not going to correct them. She's 19 that's close enough for dodge, right? She makes a mental note to never tell Artie about this because, as fun as it is to watch his nostrils flare, she doesn't want to give the guy a coronary or something.

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.

Misha gave a smile and a nod at the glasses before finally finding something to remove the cork. As she went about getting that ready, she couldn't help but laugh. "It's definitely better than some other things I've been called," she said with obvious irony. In her line of work, name-calling was par for the course. Both from villains... and from fans.

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?"

Timcanpy will move to sit on top of Cross's head as the man positions himself to see both ladies equally. "A woman should always be treated with the utmost respect. Some people simply don't know what respect is besides 'please' and 'thank you'."

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.

Claudia thought for a moment, tapping her heels against the cabinet. "I've only been here a couple months so I don't know how many 'pearls' I've got so far."

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."

The wine was poured out once the glasses were set down. Misha held one out for Cross first, since it was his wine, after all. She simply set the bottle down on the counter for now, figuring to properly put it all away later... or leave it out for anyone wishing for seconds.

"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.

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threadjacks in the middle of the night.........

Woot!

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you guys must sense when i'm away from the computer and double team me skdjfg

magic twin powers O.O

Powers of two vs one!

SEE IT HAPPENED AGAIN /frysquint

/cowers sorry I vanished for a while!

and then I was at work, so no twin super-tagging.