maskormenacelogs | Tell the world I'm coming home

WHO: Normie Osborn, Nico di Angelo, Agent North, Agent South, and Agent York
WHERE: Nonah #4
WHEN: Close to dusk
WHAT: Everyone actually ends up in the same place at the same time
WARNINGS: Basically whatever you'd expect when you throw a bunch of new people in together and expect them to get along

It's been a hell of a week. Between the chaos that the swearing-in devolved into and York's role in helping to rescue Miles Edgeworth, for his part, he's close to exhausted. It's a whole different kind of stress compared to what he'd had when he'd been brought here—sure, being on the run after defecting from a military project was mentally stressful, but it was also fraught with boredom and involved spending a lot of time simply hiding. He'd barely spent any time at his assigned housing and since North had invited him to stay here instead, he'd mostly been coming in late and leaving early, taking care of what he felt he needed to.

It's North who convinces him to slow down and let himself rest, because of course he would. He doesn't have to come in, of course—North can't make him—but it's North, and he's so convincing and so soothing about it. Once they're done talking over the network York comes right to the house. He doesn't head to the room he had claimed for himself, going instead to the kitchen, where a truly excellent smell was permeating the air. He strips his helmet and his gloves and goes over to where North is working.

"Goddamn, that smells good," York says. If he hadn't been in his armor he would have gone over and leaned his head against his friend's shoulder, but since that's in the way he just settles for being far too much in the way—hips backed up to the counter, one foot propped up on the cabinet door, and arms crossed.

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[Normie's been spending a lot of time in De Chima this past month. Though he tells himself it's because he needed to be there to help OsCorp as it started to get its legs, he knows it's a lie. It's getting harder and harder to go home to a house that always seems to be filled with strangers. Matt had warned him this would happen, but after losing roommate after roommate to the porter, Normie finally understood the toll. It's easier to avoid the problem than get attached and one day no longer find them. But after everything that happened at the last swear-in, he didn't want to be sending his spare time in De Chima, and so he finds himself actually going back home for a change.

Normie walks through the front door, duffel bag draped across his chest, and is hit by the smell of something absolutely delicious wafting through the air.]

...Pariya?

[Stupid, it couldn't be. She never fully figured out how to use the stove like that, for starters. For another, she wasn't the only person capable of cooking well in the multiverse.]

[ York's draped on the couch after dinner, pleased with his full stomach and at the fact that he's actually got a place to settle in and get comfortable. Not that he's never relaxed any time in the last three years but he feels relatively safe here, away from the prying eyes of the Project.

When Normie enters the combination of syllables he utters sounds like nonsense so York's not sure he heard right. He turns his head to face the doorway. ]

Huh? What's that?

[Oh man, not again. Normie has no idea who this guy is. Did everyone leave again?]

I, uh, nevermind. I thought you were someone else. I wasn't thinking, she left months ago.

That's fine. Hey, you live here? Sorry to just, you know, show up. My friend lives here and invited me to come stay.

That's cool. I'm sure there was some empty space. [There always seems to be.

...Right, introductions would probably be appropriate right about now.]

I'm Normie Osborn. I'm the room on the end that's locked.

[Mainly because he hasn't moved all of his half-finished gadgets out of there yet.]

[ He rises to offer his hand to shake. ]

Everyone calls me York. I took the one right next to it. Figured I'd let whoever else have the front rooms. It's not too bad of a place, though I guess I don't have anything to compare. I never went to the place they assigned me to.

[Returns the gesture. His handshake is short and firm, like he does it a lot.]

Nonah's my favorite city of the bunch, not gonna lie. It's got the best atmosphere of all the porter cities.

[ He nods, looking around as though appraising the town from the spot where he stands. ] I definitely like what I've seen so far.

Anyway, you hungry? You better grab some of this while it's here.

[Chuckles.] It's even nicer once you go outside.

Did you cook whatever it is I smell?

Heh. I wish I had that much skill in the kitchen. Nah, it's my friend, North. You ought to get some before I eat the rest of it.

Did you know each other from before...?

[Glances into the kitchen.]

You sure you can offer his food to other people?

Oh...yeahhh, sure. He won't mind. I think he thought he was trying to feed the whole unit where we came from or something.

Unit? Were you in the military?

In a manner of speaking. Yeah, it was top-secret and all that nonsense. It's over now though.

["In a manner of speaking?" Normie's curious, but also gets the hint that this guy would rather drop that line of thought.]

What about now? What crazy job did they stick you with?

Locksmith. Pretty much what I was doing before, just not as hard. [ He shrugs. ] Not a bad gig considering it's something I could do in my sleep.

This place tends to be rather cheeky with the jobs they give us. I'm sure you could have done a lot worse, locksmith's a pretty good gig.

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[ That smell sure is great, isn't it? It's the only thing that got Nico out for sure. He glances over at his roommate appraisingly. ]

Someone who left?

[Seriously great.]

...Yeah. We showed up around the same time, but she left a month or so later. She was a great cook too.

[Watching so many roommates has made him weary of getting too close to any of his new ones... but he's right in front of him, and he's not going to be rude.]

I'm Normie Osborn, the locked room on the end.

[ Nico appreciates that. But that wariness ... he sort of recognizes that too. Comes from being in a place where a lot of demigods' lives are brutish and short. ]

Nico di Angelo. I ... guess I have something in the middle.