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maskormenacelogs2015-08-20 01:26 am
logicunlocked) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-08-20 01:26 am
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.
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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Someone who left?
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...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.
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Nico di Angelo. I ... guess I have something in the middle.
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When did you port in? A week ago?
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7 months.
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That long?
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