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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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[ ooc: If you'd like a separate prompt or think of something else, go ahead and hit me up at redfielding. ]

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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.

open;

oh my god and they were roomates

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