Our House

[eba02]

Who: Anyone in Apartment A and any couch surfers, lone wolves, or friends who feel like dropping by
What: A catch-all mingle thread for Apartment Agent!
When: Early February
Where: A nondescript two-bedroom apartment
Warnings: None yet?

Honestly, it's not a big enough apartment for everyone living there. "Furnished" evidently doesn't mean "quality furniture," but there are enough places to sleep to go around; the floors are scuffed; the front door sticks; the walls are (thankfully) thick. It's not the greatest place ever, but at least for now, it's home.

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OTA

[determinate]

[Frisk doesn't exactly live here, but it's not uncommon for them to show up. Sometimes they'll stay the night, on the couch or curled up wherever there's space. Every time they show up, they put some money in the jar. It's only fair.

Today, they seem to have gotten it into their mind to make dinner. They need to stand on a chair to reach some things, but it looks like they're making spaghetti. They did not put the box into the pot along with the noodles. There is a jar of premade sauce sitting out, and the heat on the stove is staying at a steady setting. In fact, it looks like they're making pasta in a relatively normal manner.

After dinner, they sit at the table and draw in their notebook. It appears they're working on a picture of a skeleton.]

[eba02]

[Spaghetti sounds really good right about now. J wanders into the kitchen and grins when he sees what Frisk is up to.]

Looks like you're our top chef tonight, huh.

[He works around them, humming as he pulls bread from the cabinet and butter from the fridge. He butters a few slices of the bread and turns the oven on to heat. It'll be the world's least fancy not-garlic bread, but it goes pretty dang well with spaghetti anyway.]

[determinate]

[Frisk glances up with a smile, nodding. It sends a pang of something bittersweet through them, but...well. They're the only person here that it would matter to, now. They turn away to watch the water, stirring it a bit.

Four minutes

Until the noodles

Are finished]

[eba02]

Thanks. It looks good.

[It'll be a few before the oven is heated. J fills the time by pulling out bowls, forks, and cups, letting his mind wander. There's a little milk left in the fridge- it's still good, the kid can have it- they don't need anything else-]

[He flips one of the plastic cups over in his hands and smiles. They still have a few minutes to kill. What the heck.]

Wanna see something fun?

[oceantier]

[In the near distance, the front door opens and closes, and Lapis arrives still in her human guise, her arms full of tiny boxes. Apparently Frisk isn't quite who she expected to see in the kitchen; she startles just slightly before recognizing them and easing.]

[Children are easier somehow, though. They remind her of Steven, and they're both small and generally non-threatening. With a soft "hello," she ventures another few steps in to the table, depositing her load of tiny boxes into a small pile on the surface. Immediately Frisk can probably catch a waft of perfumed fragrance.]

[She shifts back in a short burst of light, resuming her usual form with a release of breath.]

[determinate]

[Frisk looks up with a smile and a wave. Hello, new person! They know she probably lives here more than they do, so she's not really new. But still!

They watch her change back to her usual form with some curiosity, but not a whole lot of surprise. Blue ladies aren't weird. Actually, she's really pretty! Her boxes smell nice, too. Wonder what they are? Frisk smiles again, then glance back to their drawing. Just finish this line here, and...good!

Flipping to a blank page, they write out a question to show Lapis:]

Are you hungry? I made spaghetti

[oceantier]

[Curious, she tilts her head to peer at the writing as Frisk completes it . . . and what she reads brings a series of blinks.]

[It's still strange . . . the idea of someone -- multiple someones -- trying to take care of her, even in such a simple way. It may be some time before she's used to it.]

[More likely, she suspects, she may never be used to it at all.]

Thank you. [The words are still soft, but her voice gentles, warms.] I don't eat.

[Hesitation.] What . . . were you drawing?

Agent 3 - OTA

[woomy]

[ Now that she's working at an arcade, 3 helps out with the bills and such. It's easy to tell what area is "hers." She tends to ink a line from corner to corner along the wall so that she can swim around and disappear into the ink. Roomies never have to worry about cleaning it up. It dissipates on its own, and should it need to be cleaned up sooner, it's easy to take care of with plain water. (Just make sure the squidkid isn't hiding in it.)

She sleeps on the couch and sleeps in as much as she can in the morning. When she's inside the apartment, she lets her tentacles down and free. If left unchecked, she'll be eating too much pizza for meals, but she'll help cook. She'll listen to music through her headgear and flop around in a one squid squid party.

For the most part, she's a decent roommate who gives the place a bright burst of color.

Right now, she seems to be reading some books from the library. They're about electricity and maps of the city. ]

OTA

[eba02]

Much as J hates to admit it, he still has a knack for barista work. Priscilla's is a good corner coffee shop to work at, given the sheer amount of traffic he receives, and despite Vista City's different Music, it doesn't take him long to get back into the swing of things. The fact that it's a high-traffic spot with a high chance of being frequented by musicians helps. Plus, Priscilla's has a policy of sending unsold baked goods and sandwiches home with its employees at the end of the day, and he's not about to knock that.

It could be the end of the day, when he comes home tired and smelling of coffee, leaving a bag of today's leftover goodies on the counter for dinner or tomorrow's breakfast, depending;

It could be a day off, when he spends the day canvassing the city, hoping to run into someone he's supposed to be here to help - in fact, he may be just about to head out the door;

Or it could be a lazy day, where he needs the time to relax and get his bearings back. The cheap MP3 player and headphones help, and he can be found lounging on whatever furniture is nearby, listening to music.

[woomy]

Flopping around in her squid form, Agent 3 "swims" up to J sitting in a chair. She has really enjoyed the pastries he brought home and loves starting her day with one as she rushes to the arcade. 3 was going to thank him, but then she notices the headphones.

3 pokes J in the leg with a tentacle. "Watcha listening to?"

[eba02]

J grins down at the squidkid and removes his headphones. "Whatever I can get my hands on, at this point. The music's all weird here." He offers her the headphones. "You're welcome to give it a try if you want."

[woomy]

Switching to her Inkling form, 3 beams a smile at him and takes off her headgear to hold out. "Do you wanna trade for a bit? You can listen to the Squid Sisters, Squid Squad, Chirpy Chirps, and Hightide Era. I think I have a few Turquoise October tracks too."

[hearted]

Minako's never been to this little place before, but she's definitely intrigued by the man of rhythm. They're now working near each other, passing into each others' establishments to trade their goods---and both businesses seem to benefit, so it's been great for their job stability.

But it's hard to get to know someone behind the counter, so Minako is here, dressed in such bright space fabric there's no way she's working today.

She knocks, then clasps her hands politely behind her back. "Hey, just checking up!"

[eba02]

J nearly runs into her as he's heading out the door, and he greets her with a smile. "Hey! Good to see you outside of work. I'm headin' out for a walk - care to join?"

[hearted]

OH, he is? What wonderful timing. Minako laughs and folds her hands behind her back, nodding. "Sure thing! Where are we walking to?"

OTA

[fromearth]

It hadn't taken long for Sparks to find a job at Rooms and Boards Hardware; he had it on good authority that the job would suit him well, and he fell into the rhythm of the job with ease. He often returns to the apartment trailing sawdust and the scent of varnish. There's word that the shop gets frequented for stage prop supplies and the like before concerts, but nothing's come of it yet. He's pretty sure the stage hands aren't kidnappees, anyway.

Despite acclimating fairly well, Sparks is often listless back at the apartment, occupying himself with DIYs no one asked him to do. Get off the chair, it wobbles, he'll fix it real quick. The sink keeps leaking, he'll get in there and tighten it up, don't trip over him.

The worst of it is getting used to 21st century tech. It's all so... manual. He often catches himself waiting impatiently outside a door, before remembering there's this knob thing he has to deal with, or demanding loudly for an unseen computer to check for files on upcoming events or schedules. He never thought he'd miss building AI.

[charleslee]

Is he... Is he shouting at nothing? Is this man okay? Connor had been intending to come over and check in, see how everyone's coping. He certainly did not expect a crazy man shouting at the living room. Connor looks around the room, wondering if he's missed something here, but he can't see anything. It's just a room.

"Are you..." He hesitates on the question, frowning, "okay?"

[fromearth]

"What?"

Sparks glances up from his scowling at his files. It's already enough of a pain having to do this without the computer's help, so an interruption isn't aiding his mood.

"Yeah, I'm... what, I don't look all right?" He looks like someone who hasn't slept more than four hours in a month. "I'm all right. I'm great."

[charleslee]

Wow, what an angry man. Connor gives him a quizzical look, this man is definitely not okay.

"You were shouting at nothing."

ota

[deciderly]

Applejack hated being idle. She was always working back at home, always had something to do. here, in this new place, she couldn't do anything. She had to pose as a large dog, and dogs in this world did not work. Either that, or she had to remain invisible. And, honestly, that was worse than pretending to be a dog.

So she was a little depressed when she visited the apartment of Agent J and his roommates, head hanging low, ears back. At least, here, she could be herself. She had made a few friends already, and she wanted to be of use to them somehow.

"Howdy, everypony. Er. Everybody."

[lightthedarkness]

Usagi was always the sort to visit... well, everyone. Any friend she made was a friend she checked in on. So as she was just about to leave from her visit at the apartment, she saw Applejack come in. Only...

"AJ?" she crouched down low to her eye-level. "Applejack what's wrong?" she asked, instantly concerned. She was always rather skilled in sensing the emotions of her loved ones, especially when something was upsetting them.

[deciderly]

Oh! Applejack should have expected to be questioned, but it still comes as a surprise to her. To know there was one of these human critters that could tell she was upset... that was quite amazing, really.

"Hey, how ya doin', Bunny?" She tries to give Usagi a smile but fails miserably.

[lightthedarkness]

"I'm fine... ah, hey, why don't you and I go outside for a bit, get some fresh air?" and give AJ some privacy. She offered a small, gentle smile, not wanting to push the pony to do anything that would make her more upset.

[eba02]

That is not a happy tune, and the body language only confirms it. Applejack is in a bad way, and that's something J can't stand to hear for more reasons than one. "Hey, Applejack. You can say what you want - no one's judgin'." He'd noticed that correction - there was no need for it in here, at least.

[deciderly]

That response makes Applejack grin sadly. "Thanks... Ah'm still tryin' t'learn how to greet you guys. Y'all aren't ponies."