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[bereavements]

[ After reeling from what he's learned yesterday and realizing when he woke up today that this wasn't a freaky vivid dream, Isaac can be seen at one of the consoles in a console cafe. He's wearing the same clothes he showed up in. He's not so happy about it. ]

You guys really take these sectors literally, don't you? I literally live in the fire sector. It's everywhere. And gives off no heat. So, that's weird.

Also, internet cafes. Making a comeback. [ But, getting to the point. ] So, I have a few questions. Anyone can answer since this reaches everyone. Who would've thought, privacy, being an antiquated idea. [ Is something antiquated if it's not in the past but in another universe? So. ] Any modern clothing around here? I'd take anything in a V-neck. A sensible sweater. I like stripes. [ And scarves. Something decidedly not Chinese. ]

And does anybody think it's completely ridiculous that we're living on a giant turtle? Anybody? [ Bueller? ]

Also, policy on guests. I have friends [ friend, and one Stiles ] here and I'm pretty sure I have the nicest digs out of everyone. It's my place, right? All two stories? [ All his? If so, it's an amazing change of pace. ] Also. Cooking lessons. Pretty much realizing I can't. And this suite has a bitchin kitchen.

Also, I saw a guy advertise himself to get a job. Help with some kind of work. I feel like I should get a job. Earn my really nice keep. [ Seriously, that suite! ]

And finally, anyone ever think life can't get any worse and then it just does? [ That last one might be a rhetorical question. Though, it is a little good not to be surrounded by darachs and alphas. ] Funny how that works. But, hey, glad to know it's not me.

Oh. Yeah. I'm Isaac. [ He gives a quick wave and a closed mouth smile. ]

private to stiles stilinski l 30% hackable ]

You done being a dick?

private to scott mccall l 30% hackable ]

Weird that we can only check these things at one of these places. If you get this, wanna go exploring since we didn't yesterday? I'll try not to mock your treehouse. Much.

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[bereavements]

[ He'll grin at her before looking down at his pile. Excuse him while he uh, well, looks down and back at her. Is it courtesy to go into the walk-in closet? Or, the bathroom? He's changed in dressing rooms before. Fuck it. He shrugs off his jacket, drapes it on the bed and then peels off the shirt he's wearing. He'll try... the v-neck t-shirt she made. He puts it on. It fits snugly. In a good, hug all the right places way. He turns. ]

Whadya think?

[atomicpink]

[If Eve was a lesser woman, she would be staring - but, hell, she's seen plenty of muscles before. It kind of happened when you were surrounded by men in spandex, but Eve is a taken lady - and, hopefully Isaac doesn't take her kindness the wrong way.

Shoot. She should have thought about that before following up to his room. Oh, well.

She can still appreciate the way the v-neck she made fits, though. She did good.]

Looks great. I think I did a great job on it.

[bereavements]

[ She did! And luckily for her, his first priority isn't going to be taking advantage of that kindness. It's not really on his mind. ]

You did. [ He turns back. Oh, there's a mirror. ] Looks good. It means everything else will probably fit, right?

[atomicpink]

[Good. Now her boyfriend won't have to beat you up.]

Everything should. And if it doesn't, alterations won't be too difficult.

[bereavements]

[ Hah. He could take him. But, it's a great thing he doesn't have to. ]

Thanks. [ He turns back. Genuine kindness from a complete stranger. He's not used to it. The dry sarcasm perks up. ] So, is there a catch? Do I owe you some great debt? You get my first born, don't you?