Personification Life IC IX - [Semi Open]

[Monfrox]

"I'd rather not my first name, thank you." Mon said before looking to the girl shouting at them. "What is this girl on about..." He asked in a hushed tone to the others before addressing her. "Kinda hard to kill you from all the way over here, ya know?" He said loudly. His college friends always made a mention of how much his voice seemed to project without him knowing it. He blamed Civil Air Patrol and his commanders for constantly telling him to work on his command voice. He did, and his command voice was quite refined now, but he didn't know how to turn it off sometimes, so whenever he talked, you could probably hear him clearly from more than a couple yards away.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"I'd rather not my first name, thank you." Mon said before looking to the girl shouting at them. "What is this girl on about..." He asked in a hushed tone to the others before addressing her. "Kinda hard to kill you from all the way over here, ya know?" He said loudly. His college friends always made a mention of how much his voice seemed to project without him knowing it. He blamed Civil Air Patrol and his commanders for constantly telling him to work on his command voice. He did, and his command voice was quite refined now, but he didn't know how to turn it off sometimes, so whenever he talked, you could probably hear him clearly from more than a couple yards away.

"Fine. Monfrox is a bit odd to say." Khan said, his full unblinking stare now very suddenly focused fully on Mon. "So I'll call you Monty then. That'll do." Just as quickly, he turned his stare away, his eyes now blinking. "So. Food. Where should we get it?"

[The Carlisle]

Remmy looked at Khan with awe. She was exactly like she had envisioned. An imposing Indian man with some grey in his hair. She remembered the times in Forlorn Peace. She looked up to the man when it came to roleplayers. But... this was real life. All she knew about him was his humor and bits and bobs of his personal life from OOCs. She didn't know how to approach the man at all. He seemed weirded out by Trice's hug. She worried she might do or say something that would be rude. IT didn't help she was in her PJ's. She looked at the ground thinking. Maybe she shouldn't worry so much. It was a learning experience for her. Khan spoke before she could utter anything.

"Ummm... I'm Remmy," she said, "Remember me? I'm Carlisle. From Forlorn Peace? I played Isabella," she said. Jesus she sounded weird. Talking about this stuff in person was much more odd than over a computer screen.

[Monfrox]

"I'm sorry, it's just that my name has gotten me made fun of since elementary school. But I'd rather be called it than Monty. It's Brit. B-R-I-T. Only one T. Not Brett, or Brat, and it definitely isn't short for anything. Just Brit. I wish I had my CAP BDUs with me..." He looked to Remmy. "Wait, you're Carlisle? I thought you were....wow, there I go making assumptions. Heh." He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head as he felt the top of it get a bit hot.

[New Aksarben]

The lobby elevator dinged, and out stepped Jacob, his short but still messy and unkempt hair standing up in places as he had just woken up a few minutes ago, and despite the bonk on his head, he still was very tired. Also he was convinced this was a dream of some kind, oddly vivid and with a strange lack of monsters walking around. Yes, that thought would make sense to the Nebraskan, seeing as most dreams he had ever had ended up having weirdness and possibly monsters in them. Well, at least the ones he remembered. They also tended being nightmares. There as a reason Jacob disliked dreaming most of the time, after all. Then again he only ever seemed to remember them if he was rested enough, which was rare. Going to bed at twelve or later and having to wake up around 6:30 AM did not make for enough sleep.

He blinked and glanced around, feeling slightly under dressed given the fact a few people looked better than his normal dressing style in real life, which could be succinctly described as either 'Lazy Teenager' or 'Hobo'( as his sister often called Jacob's (lack of) style). His clothes were loose on him, but it went with his generally unkempt appearance. Mainly because more often than not, Jacob simply didn't care enough to put much effort past that. He would dress up when required but not to school every day.

Jacob noticed( and heard) the short woman who was rushing around giving hugs to the people gathering, and immediately assumed it was Swith based on her fennec like behavior and size. Continuing to survey the group he saw an imposing Indian(Night, probably), a kid who appeared a year younger than he was dressed in a suit slightly too big for him(probably Temmo), and a few other people he could recognize given what he had heard about them over the last..... three quarters of a year? Jacob couldn't quite remember when he had first gotten active on the NS forums and by extension PL.

Besides his observations, Jacob remained quiet, honestly a bit startled by seeing the others here and in person, and like he usually did when he didn't know what to say: Jacob wouldn't speak and just observe. It might be a bit odd, but to Jacob it was normal behavior for him. He tended listening or watching others without even meaning too, even when he was doing other things like schoolwork or reading. He was just an observant person in general. It also didn't help that he was interminably shy when it came to people he had never met before. So he just stood there, hands in his sweatpants' pockets, glancing around at the other people while standing just outside the elevator.

He didn't really respond to the Indian following the request for names, mumbling something under his breath and glancing to other parts of the room. He tended not to look at people when talking to them if he was nervous or uncomfortable after all. Part of his Asperger's Syndrome as that he always had difficulties keeping eye contact or other things that people would normally do when talking to people. It just didn't compute for him, those normal social things.

[Swith Witherward]

Khan stared at this white woman as though she was some sort of alien. With some rare exceptions, Khan did not do this thing called "hugging". He considered it a foreign Western concept, and something to be regarded with suspicion and rare occasions. He searched through his memory for who this person was.

Let's see, Pittsburgh accent? Nat was a male. Khan was fairly sure of that. And post in EH? Oh. Swith. That explained it. He hugged back, of a sort. If hug back could be called "arms moving slightly from their usual position of remaining iron-fixed at his sides". He then pulled away from the hug. "So, we're in PL then? Benfield. That's the name of the city, right?" Khan had never really figured out to properly spell the city's name. English was a bloody stupid language anyway, and the words never made sense.

He looked around at the group, finding them remarkably young. He was tolerant of this. He considered people in general, young and old, to be an annoyance. And in India, young people had been given a great deal of freedom, so he typically considered them at the same level as adults. Unless, of course, it didn't suit him to do so.

The Indian cleared his throat. "Alright now. What's the time in the city? Early morn? I'd like to have some breakfast soon. Perhaps hit the gym, I'd like to keep practising my taekwondo." His face was furrowed in a permanent frown as it was, but it turned slightly lighter as he gave a smile of sorts. "Ah. If I'm here, I'm away from work. That'll be odd to adjust to." he muttered, now half speaking to himself. "Eh, kya ker re?" he asked himself rhetorically, straightening his bloody tie. It had gotten slightly ruffled in Swith's hug. "Alright, you all can call me Khan if you like." he said, his eyes scanning everyone. "Tumare nam?" he unconsciously switched to Hindi. He rolled his eyes upon realising he had done so, and repeated the request in English. "Your names?"

"Bielefeld," Trice politely corrected Khan as he neaten his tie. His fastidious behavior wasn't too unusual to her. Ren removed his suit jacket and hung it inside a damned garment bag when commuting to work.

The shouting from the stairs drew her attention. Giovenith... recognizable by her sweet face and the curls that Trice wished she'd been born with... was barking nonsense at them. The woman snorted. "Gio, how can you possibly swear to God? I didn't think you believed in him."

She turned back to Nightkill and finally answered his question. "Just call me Trice."

The gaggle of people all talking at once had an odd effect on Trice. She found herself slipped back into her normally introverted behaviors. Life was much easier this way. One could listen and pick and choose conversations at will without contributing to the confusion. As for some of the questions being asked. Well, it was dark outside which meant the few eateries in town would be upscale rather than lunch counter.

"We could take in Chaos. We'll tell them Swith sent us and they'll start a tab for us. That is, if there are any beings in this universe besides us. At the very least, there's bound to be good food in the walk-ins. I love you guys but the thought of eating the shitty junk food upstairs really doesn't appeal to me."

Two others had arrived, one of whom she knew rather well and the other she supposed might be NA. She excused herself to approach the fellow sneaking towards a tissue box.

"Hello NVE," she smiled, choosing to withhold his real name. And then, because she was still her at heart, and because his friendship had meant the world to her after all these years, Trice's bottom lip quivered and she hugged him.

[The Carlisle]

"I'm sorry, it's just that my name has gotten me made fun of since elementary school. But I'd rather be called it than Monty. It's Brit. B-R-I-T. Only one T. Not Brett, or Brat, and it definitely isn't short for anything. Just Brit. I wish I had my CAP BDUs with me..." He looked to Remmy. "Wait, you're Carlisle? I thought you were....wow, there I go making assumptions. Heh." He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head as he felt the top of it get a bit hot.

Remmy looked at................... Mon? Mon was a guy. Ever since she saw his first post Remmy assumed that Mon was a girl. This shocked her. She built up this image of Mon in her head. But real life and online were two different realms. She admitted he was good a concealing his gender. "So you're Mon. Wow. It goes the same for me as well," Remmy said.

[Fvaarniimar]

The Indian cleared his throat. "Alright now. What's the time in the city? Early morn? I'd like to have some breakfast soon. Perhaps hit the gym, I'd like to keep practising my taekwondo." His face was furrowed in a permanent frown as it was, but it turned slightly lighter as he gave a smile of sorts. "Ah. If I'm here, I'm away from work. That'll be odd to adjust to." he muttered, now half speaking to himself. "Eh, kya ker re?" he asked himself rhetorically, straightening his bloody tie. It had gotten slightly ruffled in Swith's hug. "Alright, you all can call me Khan if you like." he said, his eyes scanning everyone. "Tumare nam?" he unconsciously switched to Hindi. He rolled his eyes upon realising he had done so, and repeated the request in English. "Your names?"

"I think you know me as Fvaar." The nickname was pronounced as a sound which shifted from "ff" to "vv" and then "are". "I'm pretty new, and I play Nick, who's a cat. Also, um, I kind of have a really awkward request. Does anyone know where I can find a bathroom and, er-" she reddened further as she noticed the preponderance of guys, nearly all of them pretty old- "feminine stuff? Nick's bathroom is really tiny, and, for obvious reasons-" The girl chuckled slightly. She found that humor help her handle situations- "Nick kinda doesn't have any."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Remmy looked at Khan with awe. She was exactly like she had envisioned. An imposing Indian man with some grey in his hair. She remembered the times in Forlorn Peace. She looked up to the man when it came to roleplayers. But... this was real life. All she knew about him was his humor and bits and bobs of his personal life from OOCs. She didn't know how to approach the man at all. He seemed weirded out by Trice's hug. She worried she might do or say something that would be rude. IT didn't help she was in her PJ's. She looked at the ground thinking. Maybe she shouldn't worry so much. It was a learning experience for her. Khan spoke before she could utter anything.

"Ummm... I'm Remmy," she said, "Remember me? I'm Carlisle. From Forlorn Peace? I played Isabella," she said. Jesus she sounded weird. Talking about this stuff in person was much more odd than over a computer screen.

Khan stared blankly at Remmy for a while, before memory clicked in his eyes. "Ah. That's right, that's the one." he said, waving his right pointer finger at her. They'd very rapidly realise this was a tic of his, one he rarely noticed until someone pointed it out. No pun intended. "Good to see you then." He turned to Swith, or Trice. It was a bit odd to refer to them by real names, though he was aware people did so with him. He blamed Nat. "Alright. Lead the way then, it's your universe."

Then she hugged the other kid, and Khan rolled his eyes. "Or hugs. Westerners." he said dismissively, explaining it to himself more than anything.

[Morlodania]

James looked around at the plethora of people in the room, and was, in general, totally lost. He knew maybe one person here, Bran, but besides that, no one. He took notes silently on everyone. Trice was a hugger, good, so was he, once he got to know you. Cer was big and mean looking, but acted a whole lot softer then he looked. Other than that, he was behind on keeping check of everyone. He, too, was a lot softer than he looked. His short, brown, military-cut hair, and relatively muscled body were, as well as his six foot height, made him intimidating, to most, at least. He nodded silently to the room of people, trying to learn who everyone was, and failing massively. He wasn't one to learn names, never was. He was glad, however, no one had tried to kill him yet... He seemed to have the worst of luck with people attacking him for absolutely no reason. He spoke in a soft, yet relatively deep, voice. "Morlo, that's me, if any of you care. Don't blame you if you don't..." He backed away from the group, however, as he was not a people person in any way, manner, shape, or form. Assuming anyone spoke to him, now that most of the players were here, he'd be rather surprised indeed.

[ApertureScienceInc]

"Bielefeld," Trice politely corrected Khan as he neaten his tie. His fastidious behavior wasn't too unusual to her. Ren removed his suit jacket and hung it inside a damned garment bag when commuting to work.

The shouting from the stairs drew her attention. Giovenith... recognizable by her sweet face and the curls that Trice wished she'd been born with... was barking nonsense at them. The woman snorted. "Gio, how can you possibly swear to God? I didn't think you believed in him."

She turned back to Nightkill and finally answered his question. "Just call me Trice."

The gaggle of people all talking at once had an odd effect on Trice. She found herself slipped back into her normally introverted behaviors. Life was much easier this way. One could listen and pick and choose conversations at will without contributing to the confusion. As for some of the questions being asked. Well, it was dark outside which meant the few eateries in town would be upscale rather than lunch counter.

"We could take in Chaos. We'll tell them Swith sent us and they'll start a tab for us. That is, if there are any beings in this universe besides us. At the very least, there's bound to be good food in the walk-ins. I love you guys but the thought of eating the shitty junk food upstairs really doesn't appeal to me."

Two others had arrived, one of whom she knew rather well and the other she supposed might be NA. She excused herself to approach the fellow sneaking towards a tissue box.

"Hello NVE," she smiled, choosing to withhold his real name. And then, because she was still her at heart, and because his friendship had meant the world to her after all these years, Trice's bottom lip quivered and she hugged him.

"Ahg...hey Swith..let up a little..being crushed..." PXM replied playfully, happy to finally meet a good friend from the internet. Thinking that either the lab coat or the orange polo shirt was too conspicuous. "I think I'll be using my real initials today, PXM." He added to clarify what to be addressed as.

[Monfrox]

"I'm sorry, it's just that my name has gotten me made fun of since elementary school. But I'd rather be called it than Monty. It's Brit. B-R-I-T. Only one T. Not Brett, or Brat, and it definitely isn't short for anything. Just Brit. I wish I had my CAP BDUs with me..." He looked to Remmy. "Wait, you're Carlisle? I thought you were....wow, there I go making assumptions. Heh." He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head as he felt the top of it get a bit hot.

Remmy looked at................... Mon? Mon was a guy. Ever since she saw his first post Remmy assumed that Mon was a girl. This shocked her. She built up this image of Mon in her head. But real life and online were two different realms. She admitted he was good a concealing his gender. "So you're Mon. Wow. It goes the same for me as well," Remmy said.

"Yep, it's me alright." He replied in a voice similar to a well-known 90's cartoon character known for having a monobrow and no chin. "Anyway, yeah I don't blame you for thinking I'm a girl. I didn't care much about what people thought of my gender, but Tsu sure seemed to. He always corrected everyone who called me 'he' or 'guy' and told them I was a girl. Then when someone called him one and he was like: "I'm whatever gender you want me to be" I flipped my lid and went off on him a little for being such a fucking hypocrite. Anywho...shouldn't we be....doing something?" He asked, twiddling with the pocket knife he had.

[Swith Witherward]

"Ahg...hey Swith..let up a little..being crushed..." PXM replied playfully, happy to finally meet a good friend from the internet. Thinking that either the lab coat or the orange polo shirt was too conspicuous. "I think I'll be using my real initials today, PXM." He added to clarify what to be addressed as.

"Pixem?" she released him and tilted her head. "I suppose that works. Yes, it works indeed. I'm going by Trice today."

The group was getting more rowdy by the minute. Khan's suggestion of grabbing a bite seemed best. The lobby was large but not exactly comfortable and really not the best place for sitting down to figure this whole mess out. There was also her own nagging fear of the Building itself. It was prone do doing stupid things which characters could survive but mortals might find more than painful. Ren could not more heal people than he could throw himself down a drain.

"Come on, PXM, let's grab everyone and head out to Chaos. We can leave a note for any stragglers."

[Tiltjuice]

Sunlight. Why was it always sunlight? He flopped over and tried to burrow under his fuzzy aqua body pillow.

The problem being that there was no fuzzy aqua body pillow, and the mattress seemed quite a bit softer. He glanced up and behind, where there was a ceiling fan. Then sat up.

"Well, either this is Grandma's old house and I'm sitting in the middle of a bed in the dining room for no good reason, or I sleepwalked somewhere." 150 pounds of Asian rolled off the bed and stood up, measuring 5'8". As he went outside to the main room of the apartment, he caught sight of the statue of Denise in the living room and knew it immediately for what it was.

"Well. This ought to be interesting." It was a phrase he said quite often, mostly to himself when he caught wind of something that could be laughed at, usually at the expense of others. Today it seemed the joke was on him, but what went around came around. He studied himself in the big mirror inset in the sliding closet door for a moment, noting that he needed a shave and something to reduce the bags under his eyes. Perils of sitting on the computer doing work all day and playing Civ 5 all night. A quick rummage through the closet at least solved the issue of him wearing only his black IFMSA T-shirt and underwear to sleep ("Sorry Luce. Dia's clothes won't fit me.")

Now more suitably attired in cargo pants, he wandered out (making sure that the security system was off) and stumbled down the back stairs. As he drew closer to the lobby, he winced. The lack of sandals wasn't helping, as to him, the floor was made of very cold tile. No backpack, no Android, no laptop, no iTouch, no gun, no contacts, no glasses, no Lipton PureLeaf. This couldn't get much worse.

He pressed himself against the wall as he heard voices and peered cautiously around the corner.

[ApertureScienceInc]

"Ahg...hey Swith..let up a little..being crushed..." PXM replied playfully, happy to finally meet a good friend from the internet. Thinking that either the lab coat or the orange polo shirt was too conspicuous. "I think I'll be using my real initials today, PXM." He added to clarify what to be addressed as.

"Pixem?" she released him and tilted her head. "I suppose that works. Yes, it works indeed. I'm going by Trice today."

The group was getting more rowdy by the minute. Khan's suggestion of grabbing a bite seemed best. The lobby was large but not exactly comfortable and really not the best place for sitting down to figure this whole mess out. There was also her own nagging fear of the Building itself. It was prone do doing stupid things which characters could survive but mortals might find more than painful. Ren could not more heal people than he could throw himself down a drain.

"Come on, PXM, let's grab everyone and head out to Chaos. We can leave a note for any stragglers."

"Um, sure...I definately won't be looking for where the space guns are. That thing you said sounds way more productive, Triche." PXM agreed, adding his usual humor to the conversation. Food was always a good idea, and related to all of reality (as a teacher of his usrd to say). He grabbed exactly five tissues from the box and stuffed them in his pocket. "So, Chaos has tabs right? I only found a five in the couch." He asked before loudly blowing his nose. He was finally able to breath properly again. PXM casually tossed the used tissue in the wastebin as he looked around at everyone, wondering how exactly to round them all up.

[Cerillium]

Ren had fallen silent. He maintained a politely friendly expression but he wasn't a public speaker. The fennec was across the room which meant that he would have to fend for himself in conversation. He'd made up his mind to only speak in English (not that it mattered. Precious few if any spoke his native language) but this group knew him as their eloquent OP. In truth, he sounded like an idiot when trying to convey the simplest things to those polite enough to listen to him butcher their native tongue.

Ren's personal patterns and habits painted him in stereotypical fashion. It was preferable to stand absolutely still rather than fall back on gestures most Westerners could neither fathom or correctly interpret. This mindset, coupled with his gruff voice, led many to believe he was stern or else bereft of a sense of humor.

In a sense, he shared the same predicament as NA: How do I interact with these people?

He excused himself from the group at large, nodding politely to Khan and James as he went, and sought out NA by the elevators. He recognized him by the picture the boy had posted long ago. Concern for him outweighed Ren's desire to remain aloof. He ran through words in his mind and found ones that might not need too much effort to interpret.

"Hey. NA? Doing okay?"

[Swith Witherward]

"Um, sure...I definately won't be looking for where the space guns are. That thing you said sounds way more productive, Triche." PXM agreed, adding his usual humor to the conversation. Food was always a good idea, and related to all of reality (as a teacher of his usrd to say). He grabbed exactly five tissues from the box and stuffed them in his pocket. "So, Chaos has tabs right? I only found a five in the couch." He asked before loudly blowing his nose. He was finally able to breath properly again. PXM casually tossed the used tissue in the wastebin as he looked around at everyone, wondering how exactly to round them all up.

PXM's space gun humor brought back a niggling feeling. Trice bit her bottom lip. If we die here, are we dead forever?

"Hmmm? Yep. Chaos has tabs. I wouldn't mind a nice salad. Perhaps some coffee. Probably a beer. This is a beer moment. Or a scotch moment." Trice rubbed her elbow, unsure of how to get the rest to go along. She shrugged and stepped onto the low end table where the tissue box sat.

"Hey! Anyone want food? We're going to Chaos!" she shouted over the din. It wasn't exactly polite but how else to attract the attention of a group comprised mainly of teens?

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"Um, sure...I definately won't be looking for where the space guns are. That thing you said sounds way more productive, Triche." PXM agreed, adding his usual humor to the conversation. Food was always a good idea, and related to all of reality (as a teacher of his usrd to say). He grabbed exactly five tissues from the box and stuffed them in his pocket. "So, Chaos has tabs right? I only found a five in the couch." He asked before loudly blowing his nose. He was finally able to breath properly again. PXM casually tossed the used tissue in the wastebin as he looked around at everyone, wondering how exactly to round them all up.

PXM's space gun humor brought back a niggling feeling. Trice bit her bottom lip. If we die here, are we dead forever?

"Hmmm? Yep. Chaos has tabs. I wouldn't mind a nice salad. Perhaps some coffee. Probably a beer. This is a beer moment. Or a scotch moment." Trice rubbed her elbow, unsure of how to get the rest to go along. She shrugged and stepped onto the low end table where the tissue box sat.

"Hey! Anyone want food? We're going to Chaos!" she shouted over the din. It wasn't exactly polite but how else to attract the attention of a group comprised mainly of teens?

Khan glanced at Trice, saw she was having some difficulties getting everyone in order, and sighed. He whistled, the piercing sound audible over the den of noise. "Oi!" he roared out, his voice carrying far over the rest. "You shits! Listen to your bloody OP!"

When things settled down slightly, he nodded to Trice and went back to leaning against a wall, arms now crossed.

[Tiltjuice]

Khan glanced at Trice, saw she was having some difficulties getting everyone in order, and sighed. He whistled, the piercing sound audible over the den of noise. "Oi!" he roared out, his voice carrying far over the rest. "You shits! Listen to your bloody OP!"

When things settled down slightly, he nodded to Trice and went back to leaning against a wall, arms now crossed.

That was a Nightkill if he'd ever heard one. Which he hadn't, up until that point. Meh.

There wasn't much incentive for him to go along, since Nightkill sounded like an Indian version of his father crossed with a SWAT negotiator, but then again there wasn't much to do without a computer. And trying to break into an apartment might get him killed, especially since he couldn't see anything clearly beyond about five feet.

Tilt paused and waited for the others to go out first. He'd find his own way.

[Morlodania]

James looked to Trice, still overly quiet, and heard her yell, somewhat loud, but nowhere near as loud as he could be. Slowly, and silently, he walked over to her, cursing himself internally for being so damned shy. He stood next to her, still silent, for a moment, before speaking, barely audible. "I want something to eat..." He didn't fully look at her, more, he looked around her, trying very hard to actually maintain eye contact, but failing due to shyness.

[Monfrox]

Mon gave Khan a look. "Fine, whatever then." He shrugged. "Let's go food." He was reminded of how long it took for he and his colleagues at BGSU to decide on a place to get food. He was picky, so he knew most of what he wanted. The Dunkin Donuts they had on campus was a godsend for breakfast, though. He loved breakfast food. It was his favorite kind. Nothing like bacon, scrambled eggs, and cheese on a bagel to start the morning off right. Well, now he moved to croissants because bagels were hard and his teeth were sore from the braces. Eating one with them on would be something only a masochist would enjoy.

[Erucia]

PXM's space gun humor brought back a niggling feeling. Trice bit her bottom lip. If we die here, are we dead forever?

"Hmmm? Yep. Chaos has tabs. I wouldn't mind a nice salad. Perhaps some coffee. Probably a beer. This is a beer moment. Or a scotch moment." Trice rubbed her elbow, unsure of how to get the rest to go along. She shrugged and stepped onto the low end table where the tissue box sat.

"Hey! Anyone want food? We're going to Chaos!" she shouted over the din. It wasn't exactly polite but how else to attract the attention of a group comprised mainly of teens?

Throughout the entire affair, Temmo felt rather awkward to actually be seeing everyone from PL actually talking. How 'bout you actually try and talk to them? They're your one familiar link right now. You know Jacob, and you know Swith. He tried to compose himself for actually talking to one of them, but the coat he wore felt incredibly awkward: he should've taken a t-shirt.

"Erm, sure! Uh, Swith-...No, sorry, Autrice!", he spoke up, trying to close the distance between him and Swith. He pronounced her name correctly, since he remembered the correct way from his time he spent talking to her. The yell from Night wasn't really helping his morale. Perhaps Swith could help?

"Well...I mean, it's good to finally meet you. And NVE, and everyone else here," Temmo spoke up, trying to present a hand to Swith for a shake as he took off 'his' coat. "Well, except Night. He's just being rather crazy." He hoped the joke might help the mood.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

PXM's space gun humor brought back a niggling feeling. Trice bit her bottom lip. If we die here, are we dead forever?

"Hmmm? Yep. Chaos has tabs. I wouldn't mind a nice salad. Perhaps some coffee. Probably a beer. This is a beer moment. Or a scotch moment." Trice rubbed her elbow, unsure of how to get the rest to go along. She shrugged and stepped onto the low end table where the tissue box sat.

"Hey! Anyone want food? We're going to Chaos!" she shouted over the din. It wasn't exactly polite but how else to attract the attention of a group comprised mainly of teens?

Throughout the entire affair, Temmo felt rather awkward to actually be seeing everyone from PL actually talking. How 'bout you actually try and talk to them? They're your one familiar link right now. You know Jacob, and you know Swith. He tried to compose himself for actually talking to one of them, but the coat he wore felt incredibly awkward: he should've taken a t-shirt.

"Erm, sure! Uh, Swith-...No, sorry, Autrice!", he spoke up, trying to close the distance between him and Swith. He pronounced her name correctly, since he remembered the correct way from his time he spent talking to her. The yell from Night wasn't really helping his morale. Perhaps Swith could help?

"Well...I mean, it's good to finally meet you. And NVE, and everyone else here," Temmo spoke up, trying to present a hand to Swith for a shake as he took off 'his' coat. "Well, except Night. He's just being rather crazy." He hoped the joke might help the mood.

In response, Khan stared at Eru just long enough for him to feel uncomfortable, before turning away his attention. "Anyway, food. I have some US dollars on me, as well as Indian rupees. Where will we eat? The Oregonian over here may have to understand what sales tax is, of course, so someone may have to pull him aside to explain that." he snarked, a dig at Eru. His long stay in America had acquainted him with the Oregonian accent - and yes, there was definitely one.

[New Aksarben]

Ren had fallen silent. He maintained a politely friendly expression but he wasn't a public speaker. The fennec was across the room which meant that he would have to fend for himself in conversation. He'd made up his mind to only speak in English (not that it mattered. Precious few if any spoke his native language) but this group knew him as their eloquent OP. In truth, he sounded like an idiot when trying to convey the simplest things to those polite enough to listen to him butcher their native tongue.

Ren's personal patterns and habits painted him in stereotypical fashion. It was preferable to stand absolutely still rather than fall back on gestures most Westerners could neither fathom or correctly interpret. This mindset, coupled with his gruff voice, led many to believe he was stern or else bereft of a sense of humor.

In a sense, he shared the same predicament as NA: How do I interact with these people?

He excused himself from the group at large, nodding politely to Khan and James as he went, and sought out NA by the elevators. He recognized him by the picture the boy had posted long ago. Concern for him outweighed Ren's desire to remain aloof. He ran through words in his mind and found ones that might not need too much effort to interpret.

"Hey. NA? Doing okay?"

Jacob jumped slightly, somehow not having noticed that someone had approached him until Ren spoke up. While generally watching as much as he could, he generally missed things that he wasn't looking at directly. "O-oh. Yeah. I'm good. Just a bit weirded out by all of this. Plus, I've never met ya'll until now in person. Its one thing to speak over a computer, another to meet in person, after all." He chuckled and gave a slightly weak smile, glancing over towards the Japanese man who he was assuming was Cerillium for obvious reasons. He glanced around again and then sighed, wondering how long they would be here. He had already noticed that his phone was missing, thus cutting off any access to a certain someone that didn't seem to also be here. He frowned a bit at that, but focused back on Cer.

"By the way, you can call me Jacob or Jake if you want. Its my real name after all. Also common enough to give out without too much worry." His voice was slightly deep, with a very faint plains accent, but otherwise clear and crisp English, making him easy to understand. That is, if it wasn't for the fast clip he generally spoke at, speeding through sentences without breaths or with very few pauses. "Heh, I get nervous around relatively new people. Hell, I've gotten nervous around people I know are relatives yet I haven't spoken to or don't remember well. Should get past this after a bit though, probably."

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"Hello Mon!" PXM greeted the person with the braces. He practically ignored Nightkill after identifying him through simple deduction. Although he did not recognize Temmo, although he had greeted him with one of his many pseudonyms.