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002 - [Action/Voice]
[Late in the morning, only just after he had his morning coffee and just fixed toast for breakfast, Teddy had been surprised to find himself being shoved out of the apartment by his own boyfriend. Soon, he found himself blinking at the front door, a piece of cinnamoned toast still in his hand as the post-it note with his name beside Billy's door sign fluttered mournfully to the ground.
He got out a pitiful whine and forlornly posted the note back up before he ushered himself outside, finishing his toast in the meantime.
During the day, Teddy can be found at multiple places. The first is the Battledome, where he fiddles with the settings, some as harmless as a movie theater and some as dangerous as a warzone, but he doesn't fully go through with them. He's merely going through the options for later use. He may mutter to himself about how this must be what the Danger Room is like, and he may even be up for a light spar or something different if someone found him.
The second is Seventh Heaven, where he eats a light lunch of a small burger with fries, and he's a little proud of how he didn't compare it to New York's food outloud. It doen't mean he doesn't think it, though, and he spends more time subtly people watching and listening to conversations than really focusing on food and what the homelife was like. When he's done, he doodles a few musical notes on a napkin, again to possibly be used at a later date, before he stuffs that in his pocket.
The final place is on the roof of the school. He's not doing much of anything up there, just sitting with his legs pulled up and looking out over the village.
Teddy still can't help marveling over how different this place is from what he's used to. There aren't any sounds of car alarms or horns, no distant conversations or laughter, no police sirens or a far off explosion from an invading force (though, Teddy thinks to himself, he ought to be more thankful for the lack of the latter). Occasionally at night, he still wakes up and thinks that it's too quiet, too dark. And he really hopes he's not the only one who thinks that way.
With that thought in mind, Teddy reaches behind him to take the journal, left open in case Billy decides to let him back into the apartment, and decides to address the masses.]
Does anyone else feel seriously out of place here, or am I just being weird? And I don't mean the whole, "being held captive and having to suffer through lame shifts", but just the setting in general. Anyone else out there come from a home that's completely different from a village straight out of Golden Sun?
[He decides then that he'll chat with people for a while, then venture off the roof and see if Billy will allow him back inside. Not that Teddy knows what he did to deserve being kicked outside, but maybe he can beg for forgiveness enough to be let back in.]
He got out a pitiful whine and forlornly posted the note back up before he ushered himself outside, finishing his toast in the meantime.
During the day, Teddy can be found at multiple places. The first is the Battledome, where he fiddles with the settings, some as harmless as a movie theater and some as dangerous as a warzone, but he doesn't fully go through with them. He's merely going through the options for later use. He may mutter to himself about how this must be what the Danger Room is like, and he may even be up for a light spar or something different if someone found him.
The second is Seventh Heaven, where he eats a light lunch of a small burger with fries, and he's a little proud of how he didn't compare it to New York's food outloud. It doen't mean he doesn't think it, though, and he spends more time subtly people watching and listening to conversations than really focusing on food and what the homelife was like. When he's done, he doodles a few musical notes on a napkin, again to possibly be used at a later date, before he stuffs that in his pocket.
The final place is on the roof of the school. He's not doing much of anything up there, just sitting with his legs pulled up and looking out over the village.
Teddy still can't help marveling over how different this place is from what he's used to. There aren't any sounds of car alarms or horns, no distant conversations or laughter, no police sirens or a far off explosion from an invading force (though, Teddy thinks to himself, he ought to be more thankful for the lack of the latter). Occasionally at night, he still wakes up and thinks that it's too quiet, too dark. And he really hopes he's not the only one who thinks that way.
With that thought in mind, Teddy reaches behind him to take the journal, left open in case Billy decides to let him back into the apartment, and decides to address the masses.]
Does anyone else feel seriously out of place here, or am I just being weird? And I don't mean the whole, "being held captive and having to suffer through lame shifts", but just the setting in general. Anyone else out there come from a home that's completely different from a village straight out of Golden Sun?
[He decides then that he'll chat with people for a while, then venture off the roof and see if Billy will allow him back inside. Not that Teddy knows what he did to deserve being kicked outside, but maybe he can beg for forgiveness enough to be let back in.]
[Action]
Her smile drops a little, changing to mild concern and curiosity.]
Uhm...s-sir? Your meal?
[Action]
Oh, sorry. Spaced out there. [He grins once he sees the food though.] That was fast!
[Action]
Something on your mind? [And adding, quickly--] Careful, the plate is hot.
[Action]
I must be really obvious when I'm thinking about something. [He leans his elbow on the table and rests his cheek on his upright hand as he glances out the window.] It's no life crisis or anything. Just thinking about how different this place is from my own world.
[Action]
I understand what you mean. When I first came here, I had no idea how to work anything. I had to even live with someone just so I could be better accommodated...everything was so big that I couldn't use it. [And at that time she didn't have the Lucky Mallet.] Then everything changed again, and I had to figure out how to work the new appliances and machines all over again... Even the clothes are different from what I'm used to back in Nippon.
[Action]
It's pretty amazing how things like this can be so different because where we were raised, isn't it? [He looks out the window again.] Where I come from, there are tall buildings everywhere. Even taller than the community housing buildings. There are people constantly out and walking somewhere, and cars in the street that're usually front to back with each other. Coming here and seeing all these small houses, knowing that there's enough people to probably fit an apartment complex at home, hearing nothing but crickets chirping at night... It's a little unreal.
[Action]
I'm a little bit on the side of things. My village is still busy, but no where near as...uhm, advanced, I guess the word is. We all live a rather simple life, but we work hard and enjoy it. I'm used to all those things, or I was...but I've been here for so long, I've just gotten used to living life here now. But I know what you mean, I miss the things from home, too. I miss the snow, I miss the quiet, and I miss the people especially... Both from my village and the neighboring one. [It's kind of lonely being the only one from your world in a place so seemingly big, and for so long.]
[Action]
[Teddy's attention is on her again. While he could go on and on about his home, he's much more interested in hearing about other worlds and places he always thought were just created in the minds of artists and writers.] Your village sounds completely different from my city. What's it like? If you don't mind talking about it.
[Action]
My village? Well, it's-- [And before she can really start, Miyabi's beckoned back toward the kitchen, a fellow worker pointing to their wrist as if indicating the time.] Oh, I'm sorry, could you wait a minute? I'm off duty now so I have to check out, but I'll be back in just a second. I must have lost track of time, but I will be right back.
[Action]
[Teddy looks back at the kitchen, and he also waves at the worker calling Miyabi back. All right, all right, he'll give her up to them.]