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 Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 1:13 pm
At sometime late in the evening, perhaps around five or six, Chance stepped out of the lighthouse portal with a mock groan of disappointment.
"And, here we are, back to our ever so humble abode," he said dramatically, the bag containing the tent and their supplies hanging over one shoulder, his other hand holding the smaller case that had his telescope tucked neatly away within. "On your left, you'll see the shining example of Deus Life, our lovely portal assistant - "
Said portal assistant merely grunted and waved them through to the exit.
" - and on your right, a truly stunning display of wildlife," Chance continued airily, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the town.
He was wearing his leggings again, and a clean shirt that had a large constellation spangled across the front in tiny silver dots.
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 1:24 pm
Otto stepped through the portal, back in his own clothes, save for a teeshirt he'd decided he needed to liberate from Chance's wardrobe. Sure, it wasn't a rock band shirt nor did it have skulls or stripes. But, well, he had his reasons for liking it. Stars were kinda cool, he guessed. "This place sucks. I want my money back." Otto joked back in dead pan in response to Chance's helpful tour guiding. "I don't trust a place where even cockroaches can't survive." Then again, who wanted to live on an island swarming with bugs? No thanks. Keep it in the Sahara.
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 1:32 pm
Chance had already made Otto quite aware of how much he liked him wearing his clothes, in the form of several very nice kisses before they'd left the desert and stepped through the portal, back to Deus and their lives on the little island.
"Sorry, no refunds," Chance deadpanned back, hoisting the bag further up his shoulder as they walked. He wrinkled his nose a little. "I'm not sure that's totally the best example, because cockroaches are ******** gross, but since they live forever, I get your point."
He grinned over at Otto.
"So. Change and then dinner? I hear the cafeteria has a totally almost-edible menu this time of night."
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 1:39 pm
"If it's cream of anything, then I'll stick with questionable fruit bowls." Or questionable mystery meats. Sometimes the TV Dinner like salisbury steaks were kind of yummy. Still, the plan was sound. "I'll be needin' a quick shower too, so I'll meet you when I'm done."
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 1:46 pm
He snorted with laughter as they entered the dormitory building.
"I think I'd pass on that too," said Chance, shaking his head and pushing open the stairwell door. "I'm not a huge fan of anything that requires a spoon to eat it when it's actually supposed to be ingested with a fork."
He almost quipped something teasing about the shower, refrained, and smiled.
"Sounds good to me," said Chance lightly, emerging out into the hallway. "Just come by my room when you're ready."
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 1:56 pm
"Right? And like.. I only do soup stuff if I'm sick." And since he was a hunter, he never suffered from a cold or flu. So he hadn't had soup since he was little. Otto smiled, and waved his hand. "Kay. I'll catch up in a bit." He promised, going his separate way from Chance; unable to help jogging to go a little faster. Back in his own room, it almost felt surreal. He hadn't been gone all that long, yet it felt like ages. He breathed out, taking himself to the shower. It was easy to forget that once in a shower, it was so hard to peel himself away. Theraputic in nature, he nearly lost himself in daydreams just washing his hair. When he got out again, and checked his phone, he realized he'd spent nearly twenty minutes in there. "Ooops..." He grimace,d hurriedly getting himself dressed and trying to text Chance at the same time. This resulted in a fair amount of stumbling and falling over himself. Never text and dress, kids. Quote: Text to Chance: srry ium on my way i lost ttack of time be threers soonm Once finally dressed again, he hurried off to meet Chance at his room. Damn, he was starving. He may just eat a cream of mystery soup out of sheer desperation.
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 2:04 pm
Back in his own room, Chance dumped the bag of supplies unceremoniously at the floor beside his closet. He'd take them back to the quartermaster's eventually, but for now he set it aside, setting his telescope nicely on the floor of the closet to be set up once he had a free moment.
Chance also showered, but his was much faster than Otto's apparent one, Chance only spending a few minutes just to get the potential sand and dirt out of his hair. He padded back to his room with a towel around his waist and one rubbing at his damp curly hair.
He was in the process of pulling on a pair of jeans when his phone blipped. Chance had forgotten that he'd turned it back on before they'd left, and he slid a thumb across the screen to unlock it, a small smile tugging at his lips at the message.
No reply was sent, since he figured Otto would be there soon, Chance sliding a sweater over his head and shaking out his head of wet hair. Fingers worked to put his earrings back in as Chance strolled to the door, nudging it open for Otto to know to just walk right in when he got there.
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 2:12 pm
Otto finally walked through the door, a little breathless after thinking he'd kept Chance waiting. His hair was a mess, and still wet from his own shower. His clothes were sadly no longer Chance's, but his own. A bright orange hoodie, and blue track pants with white stripes down the side. Colourful, as always. "Yo." He greeted, "Shower was really ********' nice and I kinda just blanked out."
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 2:18 pm
Chance, in the process of putting in the other half of his earrings, cast Otto an amused look over his shoulder (he also had no intention of asking for his borrowed shirt back, which Otto was no longer wearing, alas).
"Glad to know," he said with a smile. "I figured it was something like that, I took a shower too, but it was just a quick one.
Seating himself temporarily on the bed, Chance reached for his shoes and tugged them on, doing up the laces with practiced ease. "After all the desert air, it's nice to get a bit of a clean up, and showers have this method of easing us into a particularly nice state of tranquility."
He stood back up, shoes finally tied, and smiled.
"Ready?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 2:27 pm
Otto was considerably less careful about cleaning his own piercings. They tended to stay in no matter what, only cleaning them when he switched styles. Taking them out was just such a pain. "Ready." He nodded, shifting himself out of the doorway. "I use the shower to think, sometimes. Or not think. It works either way."
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 2:30 pm
Chance caught Otto's fingers just before he was entirely out of the door and gave it a small squeeze, concealed behind the door. He let go after only a second and eased out after him, sliding his hands into his pockets and falling into steps.
"I feel like the shower is where I have a good chunk of my apparent brilliant thoughts," Chance said dramatically, and grinned. "Except then I promptly forget about them as soon as I get out. It's like having your best thoughts just as you're about to fall asleep."
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 2:39 pm
The brief locking of his fingers made Otto pause, a faint flutter in his chest before he was released. Otto walked alongside Chance once they started down the hall, his shorter legs meaning any pace Chance set would have to be compensated for. "That's the worst. I get woken up by bad dreams a lot, but like.. I forget what it was, but I still feel all jittery and can't even remember why." "I try and log stuff like that in a journal, cause dreams on the island sometimes have literal impacts on s**t going on."
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 2:48 pm
Chance, thankfully, was a relatively slow walker in general, which meant he didn't have much of an issue keeping pace with Otto. He turned his head to look down at him, eyes filling with a slight concern.
"Do they really?" he asked, brows drawing together. "I haven't had anything really...well, I guess anything that has to do with the island in general, just the usual weird dreams every now and then but nothing that would make me question things, I don't think..."
He pushed open the door to the stairwell and led the way down. "Also, you're free to text me or whatever if you just feel jittery, even if it's three or four in the morning. It's never fun to wake up like that."
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 3:20 pm
Otto nodded. "I try and work it out myself, just to get a little stronger about it..." However, on those frightening nights when he remembered too many details.. "But, I might take you up on it." He slipped his hands into his pockets, eyes focusing on the stairs as he stepped down them. "Sometimes, my dreams feel too real, and I wonder if maybe someone is trying to tell me something.." He shook his head. "I hope not. Maybe I'm over thinking it." Because whatever they wanted to say? Was not good... Beings like Alice could manipulate dreams. Death had visited him in a dream. Or had it been Sam? No, someone wearing her face. But not Sam. Ugh.. what was going on anyway? He worried of the mark on his arm for all of a moment, before letting it go. Think of food. Hungry for food. "You can message me too, if you ever need to. Even if I'm sleeping..... but.. actually I sleep like a rock, so I might not hear it." And he was grouchy when he was woken up.
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 3:26 pm
"That would be a...really unpleasant thought," said Chance, eyes flickering over Otto's bent head. He didn't like the idea of having to worry about uncontrollable things in dreams; it was hard enough maintaining control over things in the real world, but dreams felt too surreal and too messy to be able to handle.
He pushed the door open and stepped out into the hall.
"I'll keep that in mind," said Chance lightly, eyes twinkling a bit. "Maybe I'll leave you fun messages for you to wake up to."
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