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House 1 is... number... 1??????

Who: Genjo Sanzo (

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What: Roommates Finding Out They're Roommates and The Chaos That Ensues
Where: House 1 in the Residential District
Warning(s): Smoking, Swearing, and the Pure Horror That Lambdadelta is Capable Of.

[It didn't take Sanzo long to find his home, it was one of the very first buildings on the block of the residential block after all.

Scratch that, it was absolutely the first house on the block.

But it was upon walking in that he soon realized how small and cramped it was. Not that it bothered him, cramped was comfortable. It was the overly extravagant and spacious that got to him. Actually, if you ignored the cracks in the walls and the slightly old and musty smell the place carried, it seemed to have it's own charm to it. Kind of.... Sort of.

At least at the moment it seemed he was all alone in it, and he knew better than to expect that that would always be the case. So, while he was able to enjoy his privacy, he decided to get to something that was plaguing his mind all day.

Taking a deep sigh, he stepped over to the couch and quickly threw the heavy camouflage jacket that he found off his body. The clothes he had found among the rubble and debris during their crash-land to the planet had spared him the shame of traveling to Olympia in tattered robes, but he was happy to get out of what he was wearing as quickly as possible.

Now, where could the bathroom be located in this shit-hole?]

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[Number...one. Yes, that's it. Simple enough-you couldn't get much simpler than the very first house, after all. It doesn't occur to Yusei to knock, either-this is his residence for the time being. By the time Sanzo is probably exploring the kitchen area or something, Yusei has stepped into the living room space.

His first impression is that it's...bigger than he's used to. Yes, by general housing standards it is probably cramped. Yes, it probably looks run down and rather derelict. But it's a house that's probably not meant for more than three or four people, and in better condition than he's used to seeing.

Carefully, Yusei puts down the sleeping bag full of metal scrap and items he's crafted in one corner of the living room, before looking up. There's a jacket on the couch.]

...Hn...? Someone is...here...

[So he wasn't the first one here, yet. Huh.]

[Good guess on you in regard to his current location, Yusei. Among his epic quest of getting accustomed to his new temporary surroundings, Sanzo was just figuring out the working conditions of their refrigerator when he heard the front door once more open and close.

He tensed, slightly agitated that his peace and quiet couldn't last a few hours longer. But regardless, it was probably best to at least introduce himself to the poor sap. Who knows, maybe he was actually lucky for once in his life and landed himself a nice quiet housemate who was good with cleaning up after themselves and--]

Oh.

It's you.

[His enthusiasm was perfectly portrayed through the absolutely monotone pitch of his voice. His body leaning against the kitchen door frame, arms crossed, as he seemed to look at Yusei with the same judgment he had the first time they met.]

Loud optimist kid.

Edited (I saw a typo) 2017-07-24 13:45 (UTC)

[ Lambda is the last to arrive, dragging her gloved fingernails along the wall as she enters. Cracks begin to mend themselves, perfume of a soft and fragrant kind creeps through the entire house-- it would take a lot to fix up this fixer-upper, but she had no qualms about making her living space the best possible one. There'd be a lot of magic tonight.

When she encounters the two men in the kitchen, her expression sours slightly. Yes, she knew both of them, but boys? Someone had clearly had it out for her if she was going to be staying with two dudes. ]

You two... [ She looks you both over, as if she's deciding to throw you out. ] I guess you'll do!

[ Better them than complete strangers. ]

[Oh, come on. He's not that loud. ~~did Junpei tell you about the spiders or-~~

Yusei blinks in surprise, and was about to address Sanzo when Lambda enters the house, bringing a pleasant scent and more astonishment.]

You...

[This is addressed to both of them, apparently, as he looks back and forth between the two, clearly perplexed. Still, it's two familiar faces, and Lambda doesn't seem surprised to see either him or Sanzo, just annoyed.

A few more moments of this, and he looks a little less tense, his shoulders slumping to reveal that he's apparently feeling a little more at ease.]

At least...it's familiar faces. That makes things a little simpler.

Hmph.

[Great. Just great. Sure these two were familiar faces, but how was it that he got stuck babysitting? He was both their elder, at least physically, by almost ten years, and something about that fact did not sit well with him.

Was he cursed to be followed around by loud kids For the rest of his life? He must have been.

Barely acknowledging (but none the less appreciating) Lambdas magic as it already started to take its effects, Sanzo grunted out solemnly.]

Well, whatever makes you two brats happy, sure. I call dibs on the shower though.

[He just really desperately wanted to wash the filth that came with traveling in the woods for three days. Give him that and perhaps he'll be slightly more tolerable later.

In fact, he already seemed to be pushing his way past them and towards the direction of the bathroom.]

[Yusei's not unused to long periods of silence that are occupied with nothing but the sounds of him tinkering with machines. In fact, such a thing is usually calm and comfortable and passes away well before he's aware of how long it's been.

This time it's different. Usually if it's silent, it's because the others are busy working in the garbage sorting plants, or Rally has gone off to rummage through the scrap piles, or it's late into the night and everyone else is asleep. In the back of his mind, Yusei would know where his friends and roommates likely are, and that's enough comfort for him. But he's not entirely familiar with his new roommates' habits to be entirely comfortable with their absence, particularly Lambda's. It's been at least a week since he's seen her, and while Sanzo being out late isn't particularly unusual, this coupled with her continued absence is just enough to set him on edge.

The unfamiliarity of this technology is just frustrating enough that he can't entirely lose himself in it, either. Steam vehicles, really? Surely with everything else they have going on, they could have updated their automobiles too, but until then he needs to actually understand how the mechanics of these things work.

Not for the first time that night, he puts down the particular component he's working on down on the table next to the engine with a sigh, leaning back on the couch to stare at a nearby clock. Mn. It's earlier than he usually turns in, but he knows it's late for most other people to be out. Where is everyone?]

Haah...

[It was not that Sanzo was unused to being around people. In fact,he had spent the past three years of his life being almost unconfortably stuck with three others on a near constant basis. But perhaps it was because of just such a thing that Sanzo had come to appreciate the sudden space he was granted.

Of course, that was not to say he hadn't had his moments. Being stuck on a strange new world where everything he knew was gone was not an ideal living situation. But he was managing through it. He had to. Surviving and forcing himself through the hardships that were thrown at him was the only way he knew how to deal with it.

Well, that and the booze. The booze certainly helped.

He had spent the entirety of the week wandering around aimlessly, trying his best to understand the way of the people who survived here. He had studied their culture, their religion, their way of life, and he absolutely hated all of it. It was just another world with a shitty culture too much like his own and an even shittier and more oblivious belief system. That and they all fucked around too much. Literally.

He had seriously considered running back off to the woods and living his life as a hermit multiple times now.

Instead he settled on going out and getting drinks at the local pubs until his pockets ran near empty. It didn't last too long because he still had no job to speak of, but what loose change he had managed to scrounge up was enough to do the job.

It was quite late at night when Sanzo arrived 'home' , slamming the door open and staring blankly at the kid who was still up for some god forsaken reason. Looked like he was still making a mess of the common room as well.]

What the fuck are you even doing?

[Yusei had almost just about closed his eyes to contemplate things a little more when the door slams open. That's enough to jerk him to wakefulness, and his eyes shoot open as his body tenses up, alert.

Turning his head to the door gives him the sight of a very irate, very drunk Sanzo. Well. That's one of his questions answered, at least. His face settles back down into its usual blank slate, gesturing to the odds and ends scattered around the table.]

The usual, as you can see.

[Yep. The usual.]

And what the fuck is 'the usual' supposed to even be?

[Sanzo had caught occasional glances of Yusei working throughout the week, but never once bothered to ask what he was wasting his time on. Sanzo never once before now thought the explanation would be worth his own time.

Then he realized he had too much of it. And then he realized he had nothing to do during any of it. And then alcohol happened.

Sauntering up, slightly wobbly but overall holding his own, he approached the curious contraption with a reluctant gaze.]

An engine? Or are you just throwing a bunch of junk together to create some sort of modern art piece?

[He even starts probing it with his foot a little out of sheer morbid curiosity.]

Ah. I'm trying to figure out how this works, but steam engines...they're really far behind what I'm used to seeing, so-

[Dude, what are you doing.]

You...don't want to do that.

[Seriously. Don't prod the engine with your foot. Especially not on that latch.]

Edited 2017-08-08 23:42 (UTC)

[Yeah he's not listening. Or at least he doesn't seem to care. He still kicking it out of sheer curiosity because, well, there's a fucking engine in his living room. Why not?]

A steam engine huh? Didn't know a twerp like you could mess with such things. You're full of surprises ain't ya?

[It seemed pretty damn sturdy anyway. What could a few curious foot taps do to-- Oh. The latch moves.]

Ah.

Like I said, they're a bit behind what I'm used to. But one of the things I do know is that you really shouldn't turn that latch, since that releases the exhaust. [He says, as Sanzo moves the latch.]

So you should probably-

[And right at that moment, the engine lets loose a large volume of steam, right from said exhaust pipe. That might or might not be launching said steam in Sanzo's face if he doesn't move back enough. You know. Really hot steam. Yusei watches on in mild concern.]

...duck.

[Yeah, we both know this monk is far too wasted to have the reflexes he normally would. This is why drunk people shouldn't kick things. At least he learned his lesson--?]

Aghhh! MotherFUCKER!!!!

[Good thing he was only exposed for a second before deciding to step back, the steam no longer as searing when exposed to cool air. None the less his face, when visible, was a bright shade of red.]

Why the FUCK would you even keep this in the house!?! What if something went wrong and you blew this entire goddamn place up!?!

[...Or maybe his face was just red because of how angry he was.]

[Yusei would normally feel bad, but...you're drunk. Also, you brought this on yourself. So it's rather easy to keep his face neutral this time around.]

It's normally not full of water like that. I was only using it to test something, otherwise it wouldn't have gone off like that in the first place.

Except it WAS and it DID!

[You know what? For that, Yusei, you get the fan. Pulling the large paper toy out of his robe he gave Yusei a quick disciplinary THWACK.]

Take that thing outside right now where it's safe! I don't want you blowing up out apartment!

Edited 2017-08-12 00:51 (UTC)

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drunky monky

Excuse you he is not a monkey.

he didn't call you a monkey. he called you a monk-y. there's totally a difference.

It better be. Monkey is the worst insult known to man.

you sure about that.

definitely.

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hello housemates

hello squatter

excuse you he lives here

here he comes to save the day

oh, sanzo-samaaaa~

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