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exsiliumlogs2012-02-11 09:18 pm
oxfordian) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-02-11 09:18 pm
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Date & Time: 11th February, 3312
Location: The apartment.
Characters:oxfordian, singlemanlytear, darkholme
Summary: Charles and Erik make themselves comfortable, alongside Raven, in their strange new apartment. Charles and Erik also have the luxury of explaining their unusual new memories to Raven.
Warnings: None.
Charles was sitting at the small desk in the apartment, already tidying it and making a space for this strange little netbook he'd been given. He knew how to use devices like this -- now -- but this was definitely the first time he'd ever attempted something this small, and he hardly enjoyed it. "I really would just like some pen and paper," he mumbled to himself, with a deep frown on his features as he shook his head and sighed with great conviction. Once he was settled at the desk, he stood -- making his way toward the kitchen.
So far, there weren't any major differences in appliances; though this refrigerator appeared to have a touch-screen navigation system, and was also reminding him rather rudely that they did not have any more milk. Hrm.
Was he alone in this apartment? No, the woman had said something about having room-mates. Charles considered that to himself quietly as he went to inspect the furniture in this home. It certainly was nothing like it was back in the City, nor was it anything like the 60s anticipated the future to be -- but that was a lesson he'd learned mere months ago. Charles finally took a seat on the leather couch, made himself comfortable and tapped his fingers against his leg with a hum. Room-mates. Unfortunate.
Location: The apartment.
Characters:
oxfordian, singlemanlytear, darkholmeSummary: Charles and Erik make themselves comfortable, alongside Raven, in their strange new apartment. Charles and Erik also have the luxury of explaining their unusual new memories to Raven.
Warnings: None.
Charles was sitting at the small desk in the apartment, already tidying it and making a space for this strange little netbook he'd been given. He knew how to use devices like this -- now -- but this was definitely the first time he'd ever attempted something this small, and he hardly enjoyed it. "I really would just like some pen and paper," he mumbled to himself, with a deep frown on his features as he shook his head and sighed with great conviction. Once he was settled at the desk, he stood -- making his way toward the kitchen.
So far, there weren't any major differences in appliances; though this refrigerator appeared to have a touch-screen navigation system, and was also reminding him rather rudely that they did not have any more milk. Hrm.
Was he alone in this apartment? No, the woman had said something about having room-mates. Charles considered that to himself quietly as he went to inspect the furniture in this home. It certainly was nothing like it was back in the City, nor was it anything like the 60s anticipated the future to be -- but that was a lesson he'd learned mere months ago. Charles finally took a seat on the leather couch, made himself comfortable and tapped his fingers against his leg with a hum. Room-mates. Unfortunate.
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So after a moment of just staring at her reflection, she lets her head drop forward and releases a slow breath, trying to reel herself back in.
"How long have you two been--? God, Charles, how could you not tell me?" Because now she's trying to think back, trying to recall if there were signs or clue that she just never noticed, but all that came to mind was how much she admired both Erik and Charles in their different ways, admired the friendship they were beginning to share. Friendship , right. How could she be so stupid?