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Who: Buffy Summers (slay), Cadderly Bonaduce (songofdeneir), Porpentina Goldstein (goldsteins), & Remus Lupin (xxxxx)
What: Housemate catch-all
When: Descent Pt. 3 and onward
Where: House 34, Olympia Residential District
Warning(s): None

[ Welcome to House Number 34, which is approximately the same as Houses 1-33 and 35-60, at least for now. ]

Comments

for anybody/everybody.

[xxxxx]

[ The neighbors might be complaining about the accommodations, but this is as nice as or nicer than anywhere Remus has lived in a long time, except Hogwarts. Difficult to top a magical castle with bottomless meals. Speaking of— ]

Do we have to go to the station for food?

[ Important things first. He had yet to claim a bed or give anyone else more than his name before he began poking around the kitchen, and he has his head in the fridge when he asks, examining the emptiness with only a little more curiosity than appliances usually warrant. He knows what a fridge is. He's just never owned one.

Remus steps away, shuts the door, and turns back toward whoever else is milling around, smiling faintly. ]

I suppose there's always hunting or thievery.

[ Neither of which are among the hobbies written on his chest. For the record. Those are adventure novels, mischief (minor), and puzzles. The list is mostly harmless, and also mostly hidden by the open robes he tossed over his clothes as soon as he gave up on removing the sticker altogether. Old survival instincts die hard.

Anyway, he's joking about the thievery. That would be mischief (major). ]

ota

[songofdeneir]

-=its very clear this particular roomate is very tired, but he still manages to look entirely enchanted by the little home and it's meager appliances. The cold box in the kitchen area is fascinating and regards the toilet in complete bafflement, actually jumping back when he dared press the lever.

the look of his tunic and breeches place him out of time a couple centuries, which may account for his abject confusion, though he at least doesn't seem to think anything here is out to kill him=-

Oh my dear Deneir...

ota;

[goldsteins]

[ From day one she hasn't seemed all that interested in staying within the small quarters. There's a number of reasons for it-- some more embarrassing than the more serious others. But she feels the need to keep moving and at best the only time she can be found is late at night. At best.

In general she avoids being home if she can help it, though not entirely intentionally. She's picked up many small odd jobs and her desire to have a place of her own-- not this-- drives her.

But sometimes she is there when others are (and awake, to boot) and today is one of those times. At least she's sitting at the kitchen table, frowning at the device before her. ] Does no one here know how to filter what they say?

[It's. a rhetorical question, sort of. Someone is just flabberghasted at what goees to being acceptable to say on a public forum. One does not understand the internet at all.]