museboxing yeah yeah

[lacedboots]

[After the initial shock of the jump, Iceland had some trouble adjusting. There were the physical affects of course, and he was covered in weird stuff and... oh god, barely dressed!

Completely traumatized by this fact above all, he takes a while to actually get to his locker to shower and put his clothes on. Even in a strange situation like this, though, when he gets them on, it's a relief, and soon enough he's standing in front of his open locker clothed and sighing at the sight. No Mr. Puffin... Where had he gone off to? And come to think of it, where were the others...

Where was he?!

He's honestly feeling a little sick thinking about it, even as he picks up the communication device left in the locker to inspect it and tries to stay as calm as the people around him (relatively) seem to be, if not more. He's. Fine. Right...]

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[lacedboots]

What's with that calm explanation?!

[He doesn't get you at all, Hong Kong!! But he's so shocked by the way he says that... It's a mystery?! He knew he had a bad feeling!]

If I'm not home soon, who will help bring in tour customers? [HE'S WORKING HARD ON THAT SHIT MAN. And oh, a little more quietly:] They might worry, too...

['They'... And he's sort of thinking things after that like, if they even noticed. It would probably take a little while, but they'd notice eventually... And then what?]

[genkigal]

It's like just how it is, you know? Don't worry! Back home nothing happens while we're gone. It's like there's a concert going on and we're the stars, so they've gotta wait!

[His analogies are terrible.]

Want me to show you where your room is?

[lacedboots]

That doesn't make any sense.

[Again. But he gets it... Sort of. He's just not sure what that means. Or how to believe it. It's too real to be another one of his really weird dreams...]

I get a room? [Vaguely curious, and then he's pausing, thinking on how to word his acceptance. Spoilers: like a brat] I don't need your help. ...But I'll accept. If you're offering, I'll accept.

[genkigal]

You should like say 'I accept really magnanimous Hong Kong', you know?

[Iceland's not the only brat. But he'll head for the elevators.]

It's like this way.

[lacedboots]

There's no way I'm saying that.

[JUST MAKING THAT CLEAR B|. But he follows along despite this hard time he's giving Hong Kong, and after a moment he'll speak up.]

Hey, how long have you been here?

[genkigal]

[Oh, um...]

About a month. But I was somewhere else before that. [...] I like. Haven't been home in a really long time.

[He stops at the elevator, pressing the call button.]

This is the elevator. There's like 200 decks and the first 50 are residential. Kind of. Like if you can call it that... Anyway your room is on 012.

[lacedboots]

[200... That's pretty big sounding. But he's still focusing on what Hong Kong said first, even as he eyes the keys in the elevator. If he hasn't been home in a really long time... it's only natural to think he'd be missing it right.

Now he's stuck all thinking about how that must be, and dreading the fact that he's here now even more. How long is he going to end up stuck here?]

Hm. [In response to the elevator directions yes. He'll reach out and press the button for them to head there if Hong Kong is cool with it.] What do you mean by somewhere else? Someplace like this one?