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WHO: Adam Parrish + You
WHERE: Jeopardy 004, Various porter cities
WHEN: January 14th to the end of the month.
WHAT: Catch-All
WARNINGS: None, will updated as needed.

Jeopardy 004; Roommates

Adam frowns, staring at the empty shallow glass bowl he hastily bought upon his arrival to Jeopardy. He stood in the kitchen, leaning up against the counter as he kept his distance from the bowl, hands bracing himself as he loses himself in thought. He could try and scry, see what he could find in the area where Henrietta should be, but who would spot him? He didn't know anyone, trust anyone to time him as he essentially allowed his soul to float free of his body.

He wasn't certain the risk was worthwhile when he could just drive there.

On the other hand, it would give him some closure that this wasn't actually a dream. He hadn't quite learned if he could scry within dreams (if he remembered this, he'd have to ask Ronan) -- it wasn't worth it. He sighs, dropping his hands to his sides as he goes to brew a cup of coffee.

"So." He starts to talk to himself, looking at the phone to scroll through the local network. "What was I like before?"

He'd really like to remember being here before.

Nonah;

He's found himself in Nonah to take a look at the university campus. If he's unable to go to Harvard (which he has yet to look up to see if it even exists) then the least he can do is see what the Porter city allowed. The ability to travel from one end of the country to the other in a short time was something he's not going to be able to get used to. Despite that, the mobility and technological advances (despite the architecture reminding him of the 1950's) have proved useful so far.

He stands at a bus stop, looking up at the map trying to figure out the best way to get to the university from where he is.

"Oh, excuse me. Do you live around here?" He manages to stop someone. "I was wondering if you could point me in the right direction."

De Chima;

So it was true: Henrietta didn't exist here. Adam found his way to the public library once he realized De Chima is in Virginia. Aglionby doesn't show up in an internet search, there's not Henrietta on a map of Virginia, and no matter where he's looked there's not even a reference to the city he grew up in or anything he knew in the surrounding areas.

He's not entirely sure how he feels about that.

He has to resist the urge to see if he can bring the dream motorcycle through the porter to drive. See it for himself, to actually know but he already knew the truth long before he thought to grab the motorcycle. There was no point.

Once he's returned the books, the maps (and paid for the scans), he stops by the community board, looking at the various flyers on the corkboard when his attention is drawn to the current events scheduled for the library.

"Hot or Not Import Meeting. Meet's nightly at 7PM." He reads out loud, sounding a little perplexed.

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There is really no foreshadowing to Xellos' return, because that would be kind of fair, and who wants that?

No-- instead, his appearance is abrupt and seemingly designed to unsettle: He simply wasn't there one second, then he is the next! No sound, no woosh no warning sign...just suddenly a purple-haired guy in the kitchen, facing the fridge. Success! He's got this location down to nearly a science.

With happy hum, seemingly ignorant to any others nearby, he opens it up and begins to rummage.

The sudden apparition of his new roommate nearly had him jumping out of his skin. His heart rate skyrocketed, body jerking against the countertop as he slams his elbow into it. Adam quickly cups his elbow in pain, bending over (as if that would help ease the pain) and lifting his head to get a better look at him.

"You could really warn a guy," He inhales, trying to settle his beating heart. "Before you scare them half to death."

Something told him that warnings were going to be the least of his problems.

"Would you like some coffee?" A peace offering, hopefully.

Oh, my! That sounded like it hurt!

Xellos straightens up, peering over his shoulder with his eyebrows raised, as if he ought to be the surprised one here. Another new face -- did he zip into the wrong house? He's so sure he got it right this time...

After a beat of no response, Xellos lifts his hand away from the still-open refrigerator door to scratch at his cheek.

"Ah...mm..." Scratch, scratch. He appears to be making some kind of decision -- one which ends with a light shrug. "Oh, I might as well! Since I'm here."

It did, thanks for thinking about his pain.

He rubs at his elbow, eyeing the stranger a little suspiciously. Was he supposed to be here? Was he an intruder? How would he know if he hadn't met his roommates at all? There's the trace of an accusation on his lips but-- he doesn't. Instead he turns to the cabinet to grab two mugs instead of one.

"Sure. Do you like cream or sugar?"

"I'm not picky! I oughtn't be, since you're going out of your way, I guess." See? He's polite and accommodating, if a little annoying for giving inconclusive answers.

While he's doing that, he's gravitating toward one of the cupboards, having left the fridge open and alone, searching for telltale signs of Anathema snacks -- that'll confirm if he's in the right place or not! And--ah! There they are. Yes, he knew he was right!

So that means...

"Are you sure you entered the right building?" he prods lightly. "Or are you just freshly here, assigned blindly?"

"Let me know if you need something."

He waits until the water stops dripping through the filter, tapping his foot idly in thought. Well at least he's met one of his roommates. That's a good start, correct? After a moment, Adam pours the coffee between the two cups, holding one and offering the other.

"Here." A beat. "I'm positive. I'm new here. This is building 4 correct?"

Oh boy, he hoped he hadn't entered the wrong building. That would be rather embarrassing wouldn't it?

Xellos just smiles, a little laugh peppered in his voice.

"It would be pretty embarrassing if you were to walk out the door, brush aside some foliage, and find yourself in building forty-one, wouldn't it?"

That doesn't answer the question, but he's going to take it to mean that he is in the right place.

For now.

"Terribly embarrassing." He responds before he takes a quick sip of coffee. "I take it you've been here for a bit?"

At least long enough to know that he was in the right apartment building. That's going to bother him for a minute, wasn't it?

"I suppose you could call it a bit, yes." But it's really not that long at all, in the scope of one who has lived for so many centuries. "Why? Does that matter much?"

"I suppose not." At least he was honest about it. "I'm Adam, by the way. I apologize for getting off on the wrong foot earlier."

He offers his hand in a friendly gesture. This man was... strange but that didn't mean he should be rude.

Adam's hand is left hovering for an awkward beat before Xellos reacts, as if realizing the intention late. Right, right, hand-shaking! That's a thing. Adam receives a weird one, but points for effort on trying to not come off as too weird...even if those efforts are absolutely in vain. He's weird.

"Well, it's your foot, not mine!" Xellos laughs, unfazed. "I'm Xellos. Just a humble priest. Though, I bet that term doesn't really mean what it ought to for you; it hasn't for anyone else, ahaha!"

Awkward. He should have left it at just his name. He raises a brow, actually surprised that he wasn't familiar with the idiom.

"What does it mean for you?" Being a humble priest, that is. His familiarity starts and ends with religion.

Tapering off with a chuckle, Xellos lifts a finger and gives it a little wag.

"That's a secret," he replies, ever pleasant.

Now he finally takes the cup offered him, giving it a sniff before just having at it.

"We all have our secrets." He shakes his head. What is up with this guy? "Can I safely assume you live here as well, Xellos?"

"Oh, I suppose so!" It's a pretty nonchalant answer, as if living anywhere were a mere trifle. Honestly, that's what it is; he's a creature without a need for sleep or protection from the elements; all these amenities are just luxuries he can choose to indulge or forego.

"But if you have a need to use extra space, I've no issue sharing. It's not like I've been amassing belongings!"

It's less a sign of a priestly, ascetic lifestyle and more just forgetting where he puts the things he's given for free along his wanderings.

While Will was still settling things with his father's place, and still hoping--praying--he might still show up again and take the responsibility back, he still took to spending his days in Nonah proper. It had been his home for a good few months. He had been looking at schools and making plans.

And getting too much into his own head, if the way he almost completely ignored someone looking for his attention.

"Oh--sorry. Yeah, I live around here. New imPort?"

"New imPort."

He figured it would be obvious, but how obvious escaped him until this moment. Despite this, he smiles, focused on the first impression, grateful that this person stopped to help him out while he learned a new city. He motions to the bus stop sign.

"I was trying to get to Nonah University, but I'm not sure what stop I'd need to get off at." He should have found a city map or at least checked if there was information by the porter before he started walking. "They do take imPort students, right?"

It's that time of the month--the time when new people filtered in and it became obvious that parts of the old guard weren't making it back. Will doesn't let that thought shadow his features, smile still welcoming and warm and firmly in place.

"Lucky you, picked another imPort kid on looking at NU, too." It was on his list anyway. He wouldn't have to worry about credits carrying anywhere--it wasn't like any of this would hold if (when) they got sent back home. "They definitely accept us. Plenty of scholarships...I could take you up that way if you want? I already got the tour...a few times."

"That's good news." Though part of him was already dreading filling out scholarship applications. Again. "How long have you been considering NU?"

He wasn't necessarily the best at small talk, finding that he gets into his own head more often than not, but at least this was common ground. He just happened to meet another imPort who was interested in going to university, which, was surprising luck.

"I'm Adam, by the way." He smiles offering his hand. "Thank you for helping me out."

"For a good part of the year, actually." It's said so casually, as if that time was nothing. "I've uh...been here a while."

That fact could have the effect of freaking new imPorts out. He just hoped that the fact Adam was considering universities meant that he already got the speel about how people could be here for a range of time.

"Will Solace." He takes his hand with a grin and a firm shake. "Don't mention it. It's easy to get overwhelmed when you first get here."

Adam hadn't considered much about being here in the long term. Looking at the University almost brought a sense of normalcy back to his day to day life. The whole "welcome to a new universe" thing was something he still needed to make sense of. At least so far people seemed to be friendly.

"How long have you been here, Will?"

"Almost three years. I came here when I was fifteen."

It barely feels that it's been that long. Almost as though he had arrived just the other day. But the events that have passed, the things he has seen and done and experienced--they all added up to three years of being anywhere but home. Three years of making this more of a home than Camp had been at times. Three years of building another life.

"It's why I started looking at schools. Who knows how much longer I'll be here, but I want to keep working with the local clinic. You kind of need school for that."

"Three years? I can't imagine."

Well, that wasn't entirely true. He had seen the network comms, had seen his name in the past but it's... strange to think that he doesn't remember his time here. It's going to eat at him for a while he thinks. What did he do? Who did he talk to? Was anyone here who remembered him?

"You're looking to become a doctor then? That's noble." He offers a small smile. "Does NU have a decent medical program?"

"Honestly, it doesn't even feel like it's been that long. But it might be because I don't know what's happened back home--or what will happen?"

This whole "time is cyclical" thing messed with one's head. He tended not to think on it too hard for just that reason.

"But yeah, NU is pretty diverse with its course offerings. If you're looking to hold a degree, you can't really go wrong. And it's not like I really know much about the normal choices. Back home, for people like me, New Rome was the only place you could really hope to go for a normal-ish college experience."

"The downside to not knowing the future." Adam chuckles a little bit. "Hopefully when you do finally know, it'll be good news."

Though could they all hope for good news? He was in the middle of midterms before showing up here and by now the spring semester was underway and he wasn't too keen on trying to play catch up being so far behind.

"People like you?" He has to question, has to ask because that was an odd statement to make.

"Upside--you go back to the time you came from. So it's not like I'm missing anything."

Positive thinker, this one. He had to be, given all that he's lived through and all this place could throw at them at any given moment.

"Oh, right. Best to get that out of the way, I guess. I'm a demigod, son of Apollo, actually. Back home, monsters tend to hunt kids of the gods, unless they end up at Camp Half-Blood or New Rome. Kind of makes going to college difficult."

"I suppose that is an upside. Even if you learned of your fate or fate of friends, you won't remember it when you go back."

He's not sure that's a comfort. Spend a significant chunk of time in a new place, a new universe only to be thrown back with no memories of new-found friendships (though, new enemies he might be thankful to forget) or experiences.

Wait. Hold up.

"You're a demigod?" He raises a brow.

Magic he could believe considering all that he's been through, but something about the Greek Gods being real that was unfathomable.

"I apologize, that's rather rude of me." He pauses. "So you're the son of Apollo. God medicine, prophecy, archery, and music. That seems like a lot of weight to carry considering the affairs of gods and mortals."

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"I know, I know. Pretty unbelievable." He doesn't even blame him for that doubt. It's easy to forgive when you aren't arguing about them and what they're doing to the world you're currently occupying. Be glad you missed that party, Adam.

"But where I'm from, the Greek gods are definitely still around. They definitely still have kids, and most of them are definitely still pretty horrible people." Looking at...most of you, family. Thanks for the wars and all that.

"But yeah, Apollo's my dad. If it's not obvious by my major of choice, I got most of my gifts in the medical department. He was actually here up until a while ago."

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