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Hello my name is .... House #19 ... and all that entails [ Open ]

Who: Will Graham (

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What: A most Awkward Name Tag | Meeting the Housemates & Neighbors #19 | Thesa Station
When: Various times
Where: Olympia and Thesa Station
Warning(s): None for now!

A - That damn Name tag - OTA

Will tried to demure and out right avoid the name tag, particularly as he observed what happened when it was placed upon others and their inability to avoid the damn thing.

And he failed.

'Hello! My name is
Will Graham

I am in House #19
Are you my housemate?'

'My hobbies are dogs, fishing, and thinking about how to kill people
What are yours?'

He just stared at the damn patch for a long moment. Well it could certainly have been worse, however this didn't keep him from giving the guardkeep a flat look.

"Thanks." His tone was ... anything but gratefully, as he turned to walk further along into this new town. A house and housemates. This day just got better and better.

B - House #19 - OTA Housemates and neighbors?

Will stood in the center of the small space and slowly looked around. In all honesty, it wasn't any better or worse than his little house back in Wolf Trap, with the exception being that he was possibly going to have actual housemates, rather than a pack of dogs to share the space with.

Shrugging, Will started towards one of the rooms, attempting to choose the bed that appeared to be the furthermost away from the common area or the other beds.

Once he secured sleeping space, Will made his way outside of the house to start looking over the structure. Perhaps it was unwarranted but he wanted to ensure that if any rain or other sort of weather rolled in, the roof was intact enough to not yield any nasty surprises inside.

C - Thesa Station - OTA

While many people were busy exploring their new planetary home, Will took the first available opportunity to go back up to the Station.

He had a couple of goals up here. First to check on those still in stasis ~~ensure Hannibal was still safely asnooze~~ and second, to see if he could find any records, data or evidence of any sort to help provide a better foundation of understanding for what was going on down on the planet.

Surely he wasn't the only one making use of the transport pads?

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When it came to assigning living space, Venom was vaguely relieved. He would finally have a proper bed, though there was the whole housemate thing. The assassin was used to having his own bedroom and bathroom, but right now he'd be happy with a roof over his head and running water.

He's ushered along to his new home, house #19. And it appears someone else is giving the house a once-over, like he's checking for any structural flaws. His own name tag's emblazoned prominently on his clothing (no matter how much he tried to hide it), and he really hopes it'll go away soon.

"Hello there," Venom starts, approaching with caution. It's mostly because he doesn't want to scare him. "I believe we'll be living here together."

His nametag? "Hello! My name is Venom. I am in House #19. My hobbies are Tea, Chess, and Reading."

At the sound of someone addressing him, Will turned briefly to identify the man, before he went back to his inspection.

"Hello," he responded. "Will Graham, but Will is fine."

He wasn't a particularly chatty man, even at the best of times. Let alone when he was distracted.

"A pleasure to meet you, Will-"

The brush isn't expected, but Venom perseveres. "I take it you're looking around our new dwelling. It looks rather sturdy." He's not very good at this, but he's doing his best.

Will had never been particularly sociable, even during the brief period of his marriage to Molly, they'd lived on the outskirts and Will had kept to himself. As he worked to process the most recent changes in his ... existence, those solitary habits were more pronounced.

But he wasn't to the point of completely blanking someone. Not yet, anyway.

"So far I would agree with that assessment. But it's what I can't see that concerns me."

"Ah. And what would that be?" Venom can think of a few unseen threats, such as an infestation, or perhaps evidence of espionage. One can't be too careful after going up against mind readers like Bedman.

"And do you require assistance?"

"Leaks, mostly." He explained. He considered pointing out the likelihood of some sort of vermin but ... space vermin?

Either way, he kept that speculation to himself.

"No. I'm about done. Are you ... ah, settled in?"

Searching for leaks makes sense, too. Venom clasps his hands behind his back.

"For the most part, I suppose. It's quite a spacious house. I wasn't expecting it to be this size." Except for the additional beds. It appears there are going to be more roommates. He almost offers tea out of habit but he hasn't even gone shopping yet.

"Can I get you anything? A glass of water?"

"I'm fine," Will answered without really thinking.

It didn't work it's way through his distracted thoughts, that Venom might be trying to be sociable, until after he'd declined. A moment later, he turned towards the man and tried on a small smile.

It was more a grimace, than a smile but hopefully looked appreciative enough.

"Thank you, for the offer."

The odd smile is appreciated nonetheless as Venom nods. This place is probably not the best for holding conversation, especially when Will is in the middle of doing something.

"You're welcome," He replies, standing there awkwardly for a moment. "Ah, if you need anything, I'll be inside." He'll be keeping his ears open for any kind of unusual noises and such.

( Anders is just walking up the street when he sees Will outside the house, inspecting it with a particularly keen eye. For what, he's not sure. But with the state that these houses are in, it could be just about anything. A bird's nest, a hole in the ceiling. He comes to a complete stop just a few paces away, his body turning to face the house, looking over it silently for several moments before asking, )

What are we looking for?

[ Without looking away from his inspection, Will responded to the question. ]

Leaks.

[ His sense of discretion eventually caught up with his mind and he blinked and looked over at the man who had spoke. Not that telling a stranger he was looking for leaks was any sort of state secret, but still. It was a minor relief to see the #19 on the man's tag. ]

Haven't found anything concerning yet, for what it's worth.

Just wait for the first rainfall. ( He joked, tossing a look over his shoulder at Will. ) You'll find them all in a hurry.

( He, obviously, doesn't seem all that bothered by it. It's a run-down, cramped looking house but it's better than anything that he had back in Darktown, where there was no sun nor rain. Just criminals and the wretched smell of the sewers permeating the streets. )

At least we'll have a roof over our heads now. Good thing, too — I was getting tired of pitching tents.

I'm trying to avoid that. [ Will remarked in a dry tone.

It was true, there was no sewer smell and to be honest, Will hadn't even considered that concern. He was glad not to have to consider it now.

Instead, he inquired after the man's latter statement. ]

Not a fan of the outdoors?

Not really. ( He shrugged. Roughing it in the outdoors is something that he's grown used to, during his time with the Wardens. ) I just prefer a nice, warm bed and a roof over my head.

( Even if that roof happened to be a little leaky. Anders isn't going to get glib about that again, though, even though it would be amusing to potentially see this other man get annoyed with him. He nodded toward the house. )

What are going to do if you find one? Have you fixed a roof before?

A time or two. [ Will answered, still looking for a way to actually get up on the roof.

So far, he'd been thwarted, unless he wanted to try to free climb and he wasn't so sure he felt that great an urge. ]

I don't mind living in spartan conditions, actually I prefer it. But I do like to stay dry, and I'm not sure what to think about all of us being herded into centralized locations.

[ With them all gathered into one area, what was to stop the Natha from executing an attack?

He really was a little ray of sunshine. ]

So I suppose I'm hoping to find evidence that these houses aren't just acceptable collateral damage.

After trying to fend off the guard who insisted he wear a name tag like everyone else, and losing of course, Alec is slouched against the side of one of the buildings, arms crossed over his chest.

During all the excitement of reaching their destination he's managed to be separated from his siblings, so he surveys the crowd that's formed around the newcomers, hoping to spot them.

Instead he happens to spot Will's name tag when he happens to approach near to where Alec is standing.

"Please tell me you're contemplating the murders of the guards who forced these things on us. I can't be the only one."

Alec's own tag reads:

Hello! My name is Alexander Lightwood

I am in House #10
Are you my housemate?

My hobbies are archery, killing demons, and sarcasm
What are yours?

Will was fairly well sunk into his own thoughts, so it took him a moment to realize that Alec was talking to him. When he did, he paused and looked at the younger man's face and then his name tag, before peering at his own and chuckling dryly.

"I suppose forcing us to wear these labels could be considered demonic," he remarked in a wry voice. "But I was trying to avoid thinking of ways to kill our hosts. At least, just yet."

"We can only hope that our hosts feel the same way about us."

Alec isn't the most trusting of people's intentions at the best of times, and now, while he's stranded on a strange planet, surrounded by strange beings, and the only thing he can hold onto is the word of some non-human entity that she'll look over the rest of his family...well. He's not in a very trusting mood needless to say.

"These tags might seem like a fun getting to know you experiment, but they're also revealing things that we might wish to keep private. Or at least not reveal during our first meeting with someone."

And how exactly they know these things is another question worth pondering.

"No doubt," Will agreed, though his mind was already racing along the same conclusions Alec had drawn; how did their hosts know this information and of how much more were they aware.

"I'm starting to get the sense that rescuing us, or whatever it is that's been done here, was a spur of the moment decision and not as completely thought out as one would expect."

Which was yet another concern, no doubt.

"But there is no denying that it was performed by beings capable of feats I've only ever read in fiction," he continued, eyes glancing back to Alec's face briefly and then skipping away to the activity surrounding them.

"Safe to say we're in circumstances well beyond our control, initiated by beings with power beyond our understanding, and they have significantly more information on us, individually, than we do on them, collectively. Sound about right?"

"Wouldn't it be more suspicious if it were planned out? If they knew that we would all need rescuing from our worlds before they were destroyed, that would mean that either they can tell the future and did nothing to save our worlds or...they were the ones who destroyed them."

Not that he believes the Natha are responsible for this. If they were, why would they save them at all? It's also clear that they weren't expecting quite how much life they'd have to sustain in one place. Sending them down here makes more sense then trying to cram everyone together on the Station. Especially if more people begin waking up.

"All the stories are true." It's how he and Jace had explained the Shadow World to Clary and Simon. Vampires, werewolves, fairies, warlocks, and demons...all real. And now so are other worlds, and alien lifeforms. He's beginning to wonder if everything classified as fiction isn't just based on some form of truth.

"That sounds about right."

"Or perhaps it means they knew our worlds would be destroyed and couldn't do anything about it," Will pointed out that possibility, as all of the above had crossed his mind; at one time or another.

He merely raised an eyebrow at the idea that 'all the stories are true', not a man to take anything on anyone's word but he didn't try to contradict Alex either. After all, the boy's tag did mention demon killing and so far the Natha hadn't put up any character traits that were directly refuted as being false.

"Then I expect we have a lot to learn about our new world. Haven't happened to see a library in your travels, have you?"

"Then we have to wonder what's stopping the same thing from happening to this planet. If they truly can't do anything about it."

And exactly how much time do they have here before the destruction is likely to happen. Were they rescued only to buy themselves a little bit of extra time?

"Actually, I have." He hasn't gone inside yet, wanting to get a feel for the city first, but he marked the location of the library for research purposes at a later time.

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