[giving you cursed things straight out the gate here
Jason's door is a bit open. He's stuck in the corner of the North hallway, so it isn't difficult to just pass by with no real intent.
The downside to the door being slightly open is that fact that Kaeya can hear what sounds like... mild grunting? coming from inside? It does not quite sound like that kind of grunting, but... it could be? So now the onus is on Kaeya to decide whether or not he wants to check out what's going on...]
pls i am just a dorito..................................... i...........
[ what the fuck is this cursed starter i'm so happy thank you
but yeah he's totes gonna peek inside why not? don't leave your door ajar and grunt weirdly inside if you don't want someone poking their nose in to see if you're okay or just forgot to close the door in ur haste to go down to south beach.
The room at first glance is, like, the world's most stereotypical bachelor pad. What's probably surprising immediately is that... it's neat? It's tidy. Jason Todd is clean and organized, as wild as that seems. His color palette is Big Red Energy, but he has a lot of black accents, and the industrial feel of a city studio flat.
He's a dorito, so the bed is an iron-framed queen, but the sheets are all matte and red like a nasty bachelor (and also because it's easier to get blood out of that). The closet is sliding mirror doors which reflect the rest of the room rather than something gaudy and suggestive like the bed. There's a desk... It looks like it can be folded up against one of the walls to make more floor room. But right now, it's down and topped with the things the hotel has given them. There is also a gun on there.
One wall has a gym rat pull-up bar, and this is where Jason currently is. Nearby is a fake TV which doesn't work on top of a wide bookshelf full of.........books! Wow! Jason Todd READS! They're all fake unfortunately, but the titles are a bunch of Earth classics. Real high-brow stuff sometimes.
Also, there are a lot of glass cases that line one of the other walls. Inside are immovable, sort of paper-like replicas of different weapons: daggers, guns, short swords, you name it. To go with them is a few stylized posters of motorcycles and muscle cars. The only "window" on the back wall shows a fake fire-escape city view which is perpetual stuck on nighttime; light pollution obscures most of the stars, and the moon is peeking from behind a tall building, and there is... a cone of light in the sky with the dark space of a bat in the center. Hm.
Oh. There's also some RGB lighting here and there. It's terrible.
Jason, hanging from the bar by his knees, stops and hangs down again when Kaeya gets nosy. I am sorry that he does not have a shirt on, but it's fine. He is doing sit ups, but, like, on the wall. How does this thing hold up two hundred pounds of idiot? We just don't know.]
[ holding a flask, which he takes a sip from. if jason is truly just hanging shirtless by his knees, kaeya is absolutely going to just lean in the threshold like a menace. ]
[The energy of a dude just strolling up to your room while drinking, sticking his little head in to be nosy.]
Might as well. Just because I think it's creepy doesn't mean I won't abuse it.
[He grabs the pull-up bar with one hand and flips backward off it to land on his feet with surprising grace for someone who looks like they might could plow through a wall headfirst. He uses his forearm to wipe his forehead.]
Drinking a little early. This place that bad on your nerves?
[This seems like a lie to him, but only because his best friend is an alcoholic, and it's because the self-esteem and fear is atrocious. Not that Kaeya's is. He's just hmm.]
Bad news for me and you: it's probably going to be eight weeks. Mine was only one, but people died every day. I don't think anyone has died so far, so... Process of elimination.
[He crosses his arms, but gestures to the room.]
Want to come in, or just stand in the hallway and creepily stare into my room?
[ he'll step inside at the invitation, however, at his heels a lean, white wolf-dog who merely sits at his feet and fixes jason with a curious blue stare. ]
Only a week? That's a new one... And here I thought two was rather short, but that was for some sort of "group study" I was told?
[Oh.................. pup. Very unfortunate that Jason is a dog man. He regards the wolf-dog respectfully, but glances at Kaeya again.]
What, someone actually only had a two week? I'm shocked. I thought I was the only fuck here who hadn't been somewhere for about eight weeks of my life.
[Okay, well, he can't stand it. He nods at the wolf-dog with his chin.]
Yes. Sylvain and the... skinny young gentleman that sticks close to him. The one with the funny last name? Debeste? They came from some sort of "group study" from what I was told.
[ glancing down at polaris, who meets him eye to eye in turn. he may not be able to speak and their tether may be gone, but some things never really change. ]
Yes, you may. It wasn't always the way... touching someone else's daemon was rather taboo in the last place we were. But things aren't quite the same as they were before. So.
Sebastian. [It isn't a correction, just a "yeah, I saw that guy" acknowledgment.] A study group, huh.
[It's not a question. Interesting.
Carefully, he squats down where he's at. If the wolf-dog wants to come to him, that's on the wolf-dog; he won't press forward, but he does hold out a hand in offering. Sniff? He doesn't know how daemon's work for people.]
A familiar? Makes sense if it's a part of you. Don't really want people touching all on your soul, do you?
[ well daemons now are literally just smart animals, no talkie, no brain sharing, so polaris pads forward. he was friendly in nature when traveling amongst the watchers, and that doesn't seem to have changed. kaeya does watch, taking a sip off his flask before responding. ]
A perfect word for it. By the end, we'd all grown so close, it didn't matter anymore.
[ sniff check passing, polaris huffs and nudges his hand gently. ]
It seems that Pol doesn't mind strangers around here petting him though. Likely something to do with what this place has done to our abilities.
[A cute pup. When he passes the sniff check, he reaches up to scritch both sides of the wolf-dog's neck with two hands. Like a kind of affectionate ruffle.]
Someone's a good boy.
[He glances pointedly at Kaeya. Hehe.
He gives the dog a ruffling pat on the noggin, but doesn't annoying it by over petting.]
[ he's never advertised himself as being a good boy, so he just chuckles a little at that. polaris is content, letting out a series of soft little grumbles of happiness, tail wagging. ]
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w0, monday - a twofer one
Jason's door is a bit open. He's stuck in the corner of the North hallway, so it isn't difficult to just pass by with no real intent.
The downside to the door being slightly open is that fact that Kaeya can hear what sounds like... mild grunting? coming from inside? It does not quite sound like that kind of grunting, but... it could be? So now the onus is on Kaeya to decide whether or not he wants to check out what's going on...]
pls i am just a dorito..................................... i...........
but yeah he's totes gonna peek inside why not? don't leave your door ajar and grunt weirdly inside if you don't want someone poking their nose in to see if you're okay or just forgot to close the door in ur haste to go down to south beach.
silently peering: hewwo? ]
yea it's them
The room at first glance is, like, the world's most stereotypical bachelor pad. What's probably surprising immediately is that... it's neat? It's tidy. Jason Todd is clean and organized, as wild as that seems. His color palette is Big Red Energy, but he has a lot of black accents, and the industrial feel of a city studio flat.
He's a dorito, so the bed is an iron-framed queen, but the sheets are all matte and red like a nasty bachelor (and also because it's easier to get blood out of that). The closet is sliding mirror doors which reflect the rest of the room rather than something gaudy and suggestive like the bed. There's a desk... It looks like it can be folded up against one of the walls to make more floor room. But right now, it's down and topped with the things the hotel has given them. There is also a gun on there.
One wall has a gym rat pull-up bar, and this is where Jason currently is. Nearby is a fake TV which doesn't work on top of a wide bookshelf full of.........books! Wow! Jason Todd READS! They're all fake unfortunately, but the titles are a bunch of Earth classics. Real high-brow stuff sometimes.
Also, there are a lot of glass cases that line one of the other walls. Inside are immovable, sort of paper-like replicas of different weapons: daggers, guns, short swords, you name it. To go with them is a few stylized posters of motorcycles and muscle cars. The only "window" on the back wall shows a fake fire-escape city view which is perpetual stuck on nighttime; light pollution obscures most of the stars, and the moon is peeking from behind a tall building, and there is... a cone of light in the sky with the dark space of a bat in the center. Hm.
Oh. There's also some RGB lighting here and there. It's terrible.
Jason, hanging from the bar by his knees, stops and hangs down again when Kaeya gets nosy. I am sorry that he does not have a shirt on, but it's fine. He is doing sit ups, but, like, on the wall. How does this thing hold up two hundred pounds of idiot? We just don't know.]
Sup. Hand broken? You didn't knock.
twitch streamer jason todd w all his rgb leds
[ holding a flask, which he takes a sip from. if jason is truly just hanging shirtless by his knees, kaeya is absolutely going to just lean in the threshold like a menace. ]
Clearly the problem is your lock doesn't work.
Making yourself at home?
yes
Might as well. Just because I think it's creepy doesn't mean I won't abuse it.
[He grabs the pull-up bar with one hand and flips backward off it to land on his feet with surprising grace for someone who looks like they might could plow through a wall headfirst. He uses his forearm to wipe his forehead.]
Drinking a little early. This place that bad on your nerves?
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This isn't my first time. My nerves are fine.
[ i'm just an alcoholic. ]
If they really want to do this for eight weeks again, then I'm going to make them regret it.
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Bad news for me and you: it's probably going to be eight weeks. Mine was only one, but people died every day. I don't think anyone has died so far, so... Process of elimination.
[He crosses his arms, but gestures to the room.]
Want to come in, or just stand in the hallway and creepily stare into my room?
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[ he'll step inside at the invitation, however, at his heels a lean, white wolf-dog who merely sits at his feet and fixes jason with a curious blue stare. ]
Only a week? That's a new one... And here I thought two was rather short, but that was for some sort of "group study" I was told?
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What, someone actually only had a two week? I'm shocked. I thought I was the only fuck here who hadn't been somewhere for about eight weeks of my life.
[Okay, well, he can't stand it. He nods at the wolf-dog with his chin.]
Friend? Can I pet?
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[ glancing down at polaris, who meets him eye to eye in turn. he may not be able to speak and their tether may be gone, but some things never really change. ]
Yes, you may. It wasn't always the way... touching someone else's daemon was rather taboo in the last place we were. But things aren't quite the same as they were before. So.
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[It's not a question. Interesting.
Carefully, he squats down where he's at. If the wolf-dog wants to come to him, that's on the wolf-dog; he won't press forward, but he does hold out a hand in offering. Sniff? He doesn't know how daemon's work for people.]
A familiar? Makes sense if it's a part of you. Don't really want people touching all on your soul, do you?
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A perfect word for it. By the end, we'd all grown so close, it didn't matter anymore.
[ sniff check passing, polaris huffs and nudges his hand gently. ]
It seems that Pol doesn't mind strangers around here petting him though. Likely something to do with what this place has done to our abilities.
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Someone's a good boy.
[He glances pointedly at Kaeya. Hehe.
He gives the dog a ruffling pat on the noggin, but doesn't annoying it by over petting.]
You know anyone else here?
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Five others, yes.
You?
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Not a soul. [Ha ha.] Five people, but you won't name them?
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What sort of place kept you for just a week?
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Purgatory. Looked like an island with a mansion.
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We had a lot of bodies.
[If that hadn’t been clear.]