IC Contact for Inugami

[yorisearching]

Thank you for calling me. If you leave a message I will contact you as soon as I can.


[Maybe you should mention that Yori doesn't actually say her name to anyone calling.]

[Do you think she left it out on purpose?]



(Action also welcome.)

Comments

Action; Backdated to 11/10?

[copychip]

[Although Axl attended his classes everyday, little could be said for his attention to the lessons they taught during those classes. The material made little to no sense to him half the time, and for certain subjects (read: math), his knowledge made the lessons seem laughable in comparison. So in reality, most of his time in class was spent fidgeting restlessly and doodling in his notebooks.

It was during one such time that Yori, the transfer sitting next to him, had asked him for homework help. He thought about denying it for a split second, but decided in the end to accept, because why not, really? He didn't have anything else better to do.

Which lead him to Yori's dorm room a few hours after classes had ended. With his backpack slung over his shoulder, full of his notebooks, he rapped the door to her room twice.]

[yorisearching]

[Was it traditional to have food at a meeting? There always seemed to be some at club gatherings. Yori sorted the collection of bags she'd grabbed at random from the vending machine into neat piles on the bed one more time and hoped they would suffice. Likewise, her new white shirt and soft blue pants would just have to do, since her uniforms were set aside for the next day of classes.

Yori wasn't used to any part of the User world yet, but she liked having a space of her own a great deal more than spending the nights on the cold floors of a classroom. Being able to invite a friend and classmate into her room to discuss homework was one more reason to enjoy the relative privacy.

So far she hadn't made very much progress toward making the room aesthetically acceptable. Just having a soft place to rest and to study was good, but she wanted it to be a place that felt at least a little like home. The bright green and yellow stars that glowed dimly after lights out had been a good start. They marched up the walls and ceiling in precise geometric patterns that Yori found relaxing. Her careful stacks of paper and books were not as efficient as disk storage, but still represented a great deal of work collecting and understanding data, and as such made an acceptable focus of the room.

The painting from the art exhibit which Rinzler had dropped in the corner of the room on his last visit was not at all a part of her fledgling room design. Yori couldn't quite imagine either Rinzler or the Tron she'd known bringing the picture solely as a decoration. Evidence of some kind? If Rinzler had meant the thing to be hidden he'd have found a secret place to store it himself instead of leaving it here.

Yori shrugged and propped the frame against the wall to get it off the floor.

Two knocks, right on time. She jumped to open the door with a wide smile.]

Axl! I'm glad you could come.

[She backed up to wave him cheerfully inside.]

[copychip]

[Unlike Yori, Axl didn't have anything but his uniform to wear, so that was what he brought to the study session. Decorating was still something that was far off his mind, so his own room was rather haphazard and messy. But that was neither here nor there.

Axl stepped into the room with a grin, noting her outfit and the room's layout. Very neat, organized, and he recognized the patterns in the placement of the barely visible glow-in-the-dark stars on her wall. Definitely something he'd expect from a program.]

It's no problem. I don't have a lot to do anyways.

[yorisearching]

[Yori nods ruefully at the statement. Options are definitely limited in this school with no functional exit.]

I'd rather work on getting out of here, but understanding what people say is at least some kind of progress. The more data the better.

[She turns to pick up her notebook, full of question marks as the teachers had started sounding almost understandable and thus raised all kinds of new questions.]

Would you like something to eat?

[A wide gesture at the various packages on the bed. Yori tugs her chair out from the desk and points at the second one arranged at an angle.]

I thought we could sit and talk. But if you'd be more comfortable with another arrangement, let me know.

[At this point it probably goes without saying that she finds all the furniture in the school about equally weird.]

[copychip]

Same, but it looks like the others here have already got that covered. For now, we can just focus on this.

[He sits down at the offered chair and sets down his backpack. Then he pulls out his own notebooks, which, while filled with doodles, were also filled with attempts to parse the incomprehensible language the natives spoke. Like Yori, the teachers were starting to become understandable to him.

He glances over at the food and then shrugs.]

Nah, I'm good. And the arrangement's good. Beds are more comfy to sit on, but it doesn't matter that much to me.

[As a Reploid, he was much more used to just standing on his feet constantly, but human bodies seemed to appreciate being able to rest their feet every once in a while. Plus, he didn't have to worry about his balance like this.]

So, what kinda help didja need?