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Date & Time: week of 10/21, and who cares what time WE'RE ON THE MOON
Location: ON THE MOON. in unit 113
Characters: Heath, Jericho
Summary: at some point people who sleep in the same space are going to meet. AT SOME POINT.
Warnings: ? ?

Joey really needed to invest in a second set of clothes...

He entered Unit 113 more than slightly sweaty from training, hair stuck to his face and trying to sting his eyes again and again, smelling...well. The way a sweaty teenaged boy was bound to smell after that amount of hard exercise. It wasn't particularly ambrosial, unless someone found athlete's foot appealing.

Frankly, Joey found it appalling. And, once he plopping down on one of the bunks (whose, he didn't bother to check), a-peeling, too. Ew.

As he peeled his socks off and let them drop to the floor in a grimy little clump, he came to a realization. Laundry day was no longer in the realm of wishful thinking; it had climbed the pyramid of necessity and hovered just below hot shower.

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Heath was well used to the sweaty smell of teenage boys. In fact, when you spent enough time with teenage werewolves, who not only smelled sweaty but also carried that distinct odour of wet dog, you could stand just about anything.

So, wandering in to find someone sitting on his bed didn't bother him as much as it should have. He realised this might just be that other roomie he kept missing thanks to his ridiculous, practically non-existent sleep schedule.

"Sup, dude?" he offered with a half wave.

The boy's head jerked up quickly, startled. He whirled his head around to see...a stranger. Definitely a stranger, he was sure. And right away, mixing in with the initial jolt, came embarrassment. The thought that he had strayed into someone else's room struck him very quickly, pushed him up on his bare feet.

He lifted up his hand in greeting regardless, face flush.

Heath remained oblivious to any kind of distress Joey was in, simply heading into the room to recline on the other bunk. Man, he missed chairs. And space, of course. But mostly chairs.

"You've gotta be the roomie I keep missing, right? I only ever caught sight of Toph."

Roomie? Joey blinked. It clicked quickly, though: He hadn't seen hide nor hair of anyone in the rooms...when he even bothered to check, awake enough to.

He stared with a shade more curiosity than embarrassment. Orange and red hair, huh...It swooped up like Kid Flash's did. Strange, considering how far away a familiar face like that was, but still easily recalled.

Oh, but–

He startled, then quickly nodded, now that he was sure. Well, pretty sure.

"Not a big talker, huh? That's cool, we all got our thing, right? Even if that thing is being quiet"

Not that Heath ever had issue with filing in gaps of silence. Heck he could do it in the company of people who did talk, often talking over them. At great length. Until they told him to shut up.

"The name's Heath."

He nodded, doing one of those quick little bows with the nod of his head, accepting the greeting. He gave a tiny wave with one hand, wearing a smile as tiny.

There was a hesitation. The hand wavered a little more, then fingers curled, wrist turning and pinky out to sign J. Joey stared at Heath very intently, bracing for confusion or recognition...but more the former.

Confusion did seem to be the state of being Heath was quickly heading towards. He blinked tilting his head at the finger, not understanding its meaning at all.

"I....don't get it. You...pinkie swear something?"

Joey winced. Even braced for misunderstanding, it never feels good; it made being social a real struggle. He shook his head – no, definitely not – and started looking around for paper, or...

Yes, that. He padded to the foot of the bed and lifted his tablet, which, really, why didn't he think of that sooner? Terrible how ridiculous he got when flustered by new faces.

Tap, tap...Once he'd written his response out on the first text field he could find, he turned it around for Heath to read:

Jericho

It took a few moments for Heath to realise what Joey was doing, exactly. Had he already given up on his weird finger-conversations and set to surfing the tablet? But no, there was a name and suddenly things were a lot clearer.

"Ohhhhh," he nodded. "Okay I get it now. Nice to meetcha, Jericho."

Edited 2013-10-29 03:06 (UTC)

Jericho's face felt hot, flushed with embarrassment and the shyness that was very much always him. He nodded quickly, his teeth flashing a weak grin just before his eyes dropped to the tablet, tapping to clear his name off of it.

Not that he had any idea of what to type next. The blank text box was rather threatening.

At least Heath was great at keeping a conversation rolling, if the person he was conversing with wanted it or not.

"Have you been living in this place for long, Dude?"

He blinked, looking around the (terribly tiny) room before his eyes glued back on Heath.

Cautiously, uncertain, he lifted a finger...and pointed down, punctuating. Here here? Or...

It takes Heath a moment to realise where Jericho is coming from.

"Oh, sorry, dude, I mean here in this whole...world sucked into a war deal."

Ah.

Jericho stared down at his hand for a moment, thinking on that. He'd never been much of a calendar-counter, which was a little strange; wouldn't most prisoners count the days of their captivity?

But then again, he hadn't always been in the prisoner mindset. Maybe that was the strange part.

His head bobbed side to side to emphasize his uncertainty as he lifted his finger up once more. His eyes winced. One? Maybe?

It was a little hard to mark the days on your wall when your wall's been nuked, anyway. Heath's eyes widen a little, he's not sure what answer he was expecting, he knows some people have been here a while, but he keeps a vain hope that it's an anomaly, something that happens only rarely.

"A whole year? Wow."

He nodded slowly, reflecting on it still. A year? More? Does the time spent on missions count or–?

In the end, he can only shrug, smiling helplessly as he shakes his head. And at that point, he can at least stop to tap around at the text screen:

More or less...

"Man," Heath considered this.

Really, he wasn't planning on staying here all that long. Maybe a couple of months. He missed his family, his friends, his school, his life. Being stuck on the moon in a war fought with time machines was a big crimp in his regular activities.

But there was Abbey...and he knew, if it came to a choice, he couldn't leave her. Better be trapped here with her, than possibly be at home without her there.

"You must be really used to all the missions and everything by now, right?"

Jericho squinted, mouth scrunching up as he thought on it.

Used to it? Maybe it wasn't so much of a surprise anymore, but...

It depends. He held the tablet out to be read even as he shifted, finally tired of standing up, and sat on the bunk opposite. Once there, situated, he typed some more:

Some things are scarier than others. And more dangerous.
And sometimes it's something nice.

That, at least, was pleasing news to Heath.

"So things aren't always doom and gloom? Because I was really starting to worry that things were just never gonna get any better here. What with all the blown up city and the angry people and everything."

He gave a wincing kind of smile, not too committed to saying yes completely. There was a lot of what Heath said: angry people, blown-up cities...

Jericho sighed a little, nodding despite that. Because despite that, there had been good moments. Perhaps not enough to make up for the problems, but it was certainly not unwelcome. His fingers hovered, hesitating before clearing out the last message and typing a new one:

People try to make it better here, one way or the other.

Heath nodded, that was one thing he could always get behind. It was one of the things his school prided itself on, along with an intense leaning towards acceptance. To learn how to make a good thing out of anything, to move forward.

"Then that's good. That's what more people should do."

Jericho mirrored the nod, though with less energy, somehow outwardly miming the slow stewing of his thoughts as his gaze drifted away from Heath, away from the tablet. As he sat still, he felt more aware of how his clothes stuck uncomfortably in places – elbow, back of his knee – how tight his socks felt and just how generally gross sitting around in drying sweat felt. It made his nose crinkle for just a moment as he sniffed, returning back to attention.

His mouth tugged to smile one of those bland, general-acceptance kind of smiles that come from a conversation one's not wholly invested in. He was aware he ought to be more...engaging, considering how vibrant Heath's own input was. But the energy wasn't there, so more potent was the internal kick to try and be more helpful. It was the right thing to do.

It was what moved Jericho's fingers across the keypad once again:

Have you already looked around the base and found where everything is?

Heath didn't seem to notice Jericho's mind wandering. He doesn't notice a lot of things, his mind going at a hundred miles an hour all the time. Still, at Jericho's question, he smiles and gives a little shrug.

"I've looked around, but I probably haven't seen everything yet. The place is pretty big, for a base on the moon. Especially if there are super secret places here." A pause, and a surreptitious glance around their obviously empty room. "Are there super secret places here? You can tell me, bro, I wouldn't tell a soul."

He shakes his head quickly, a wincing laugh as written on his face as it was in his voiceless breath. No, no! Or...if so, he wouldn't know. Or share, not right away. Who knows what kind of trouble could go down?

Heath sighs, not as downcast as he pretends to be.

"Darn, a guy can hope, right?"

Jericho tries to smile sympathetically, but how enthusiastic the guy was for secret places is more worrisome than it really should be. Too much time in the high-stress, super-compact community up here on the moon...

As if Heath noticed silly things like stress, pah.

"Anyway, soon everything will be fixed and we'll be on that island, right? Because that place sounds way better than being stuck on the moon."

His face twisted into something much more dubious.

Back to the tablet:

It's not that easy...everything down there was destroyed...and radiation and the enemy across the ocean...

"But that's what time travel is for, right? To go back and undo all that damage?"

Heath still has such a simplistic little existence, where things can be accomplished easily, with very little thought put into silly things like consequences.

One eye squinted, an extra dose of scrutiny for Heath.

It took a while to write, and there were hesitations and deletes in there:

Some stuff has changed but...a lot of things seem to have gotten worse instead of better. :\ I don't know...Maybe?

Heath isn't entierly sure how they can mess up time travel, so he considers that for a moment.

"So it's like that cartoon where that guy went back in time and stepped on a bug in the dinosaur age, then came back and there were killer robots everywhere? Like the tiniest change can make a big difference?"

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