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[lessismore]

Date & Time: Sept. 23rd
Location: Unit 505
Characters: Meg Masters, Grey Fox & Alex Mercer
Summary: Since they're all going to be living together, they may as well (try to) get to know one another.
Warnings: Perhaps some coarse language?

The first thing Alex did upon entering his new apartment was locate a towel to dry himself off. The rain hadn't particularly bothered him when he was out in the courtyard, but now that he was inside? He preferred not to make a mess of things.

It was only after he'd marginally patted himself down did he notice the apartment seemed far too large for one person, and he grew still in an attempt to listen for any other signs of life. Alex briefly considered calling out, but if nobody was present, he'd just feel... well, silly, really.

So there he stood, in complete silence, towel draped across his shoulders, listening and waiting.

[ooc note: Feel free to have your characters walk in to the apartment, or out of their rooms. I can work with anything! o/ Additionally, if there's anything either of you would like me to change for whatever reason, just let me know, and I'll get right on it.]

Comments

[bitch_is_back]

"I don't know where they go. People come and go a lot, I hear. Never really know who's gonna show up or disappear next."

Meg knows what she was told when she arrived in this world, though it was kind of hard to believe. And yet, the more people she meets the more believable it becomes.

"I'm Meg, by the way."

[lessismore]

"That's comforting." His tone sounded almost bitter for a moment. Alex didn't like the idea of not knowing, not having control over his own actions. Of course, seeing was believing, and she didn't quite have any proof, but he didn't think he was in any position to doubt the woman.

"Alex Mercer." And that was as far as exchanging pleasantries would go with him. "Have you been here long?"

[bitch_is_back]

He was the dark and brooding type, wasn't he.

"Not too long. Just a few weeks." She's relatively new herself, so most of what Meg knows comes from the information she got when she arrived here and word of mouth.

/sneaks in here totally not absurdly late or anything

[loyalism]

The door clicked open, and the man who'd just let himself in paused in the doorway. From the way he was dressed, it was clear that he was military. It was also clear that he'd been out in the rain for a while, because he was completely drenched.

He hadn't quite been prepared to run into roommates the moment he stepped into the apartment. Not that he wasn't expecting them— if anything he'd thought they'd be assigned to barracks, but it seemed like the Initiative was trying to get on their good sides. But he'd never been particularly good with people. Especially not civilians.

After a moment of awkward silence, he gave a brief nod.

"I hope I'm not interrupting."